Continuation of https://www.tumblr.com/consumable-connie/817795534177828864/im-blushing-making-my-way-over-to-you-still?source=share
@consumable-connie wrote:
*I'm blushing, making my way over to you, still unable to walk straight. I sit down in front of you, gently reaching out to rub your belly. My cock jumps when I feel fragments of my bones, half dissolved flesh, all of which used to be me. I have to look away, letting out a little a squeel of excitment and calming down before going back to work*
God, even outside your gut is still so perfect... *I murrmur, listening to the loud gurgling as your gut gets used to the fresh meat* so soft... so warm... Easily able to churn up a girl like me *My cock throbs more. Your gut seemed to make me horny even if, at least to me, I just came down from an orgasm. It was as though I was hard-wired to be food, so easily erect from the sight of a churning belly*
Every press, every rub, every bit of squishy flesh that dissolves beneath your fingers or hard lump of bone that crumbles at your touch only serves as testament to my predatory prowess. As you kneel there, worshiping the stomach that just crushed the life out of you, I wrap my legs around you, pulling you tight against the softening pile of flesh that used to be your body.
"Mmmm...is my good little pup surprised?" I tease, "After all, the first thing you watched me do was to churn an entire subway car's worth of people into dense chyme in just a few minutes." My cock begins to swell, pressing against your middle and sliding up your chest. "Of course...I suppose I could go for some dessert~" I say, "After I've finished with my meal, at least. Even an insatiable, ravenous gluttonmaus still has to follow the rules of etiquette."
"Oh, my sweet little morsel... You're not going to be freed, little snacks don't need freedom. All you need to do is keep me nice and full. There's no reason for you to worry about the outside world... Just let me take care of you. Now now, no arguing with your owner. You're only meant for staying nice and cuddled up in my tummy. Now hush, little snack. Let the walls press you down..."
Helynsia made her way to the harbor, bringing along some roasted fish she had bought in the early morning. She was kicking herself for still going, flirting with danger; all she wanted was a normal life. It was unfortunate for her obsession with the dangerously romantic to flare up at this time, but she decided that this was one of the few times it was worth it. Whether she died doing so was a separate question of its own.
And so, tempting faith, Helynsia decided to visit the docks as the sun continued to rise over the horizon, red rays emanating from far out beyond the sea. There wasn’t any singing… yet. Whether that was good or bad was a mystery. The worst if the mermaid came was death, and hidden rejection if she didn’t: the barmaid felt frustrated that the obvious answer wasn’t correct.
“Where are you, Ingrid,” she muttered, resting her rear against the planks of the harbor, waiting for any sign. Bubbles formed; surely that was a sign, right? She peered over the edge, but nothing seemed to come out, no longer how long she waited, minutes passed with –
– with cold hands now pressed against her shoulders. Wet hands, sea water seeping right into the barmaid’s clothes. It seems like that mermaid could move faster and quieter than she expected. Lesson 1: never underestimate a mermaid’s speed. The bubbling from the water eventually gave way to a rapidly blinking fish missing most of its stomach; considering the scent of iron in the air, it wasn’t hard to guess who was right behind her.
“Did you miss me?” the predator of the seas asks, slipping her hands to the basket the barmaid had brought with her. “And eugh. Raw’s so much better than cooked.” Lesson 2: Next time, bring a raw fish so your mermaid crush feels like eating that and not your own flesh. If there would be a next time, Helynsia was sure to remember both of them. “Still,” Ingrid continues with her mouth full, “tastes crunchy.”
Helynsia finally turned around, face to face with the owner of beautiful hands. That wasn’t to say that the coral-colored hair didn’t stand out, but it was just that Ingrid looked cute, the way she was licking the oil off her fingers. Yet, one thing bothered the barmaid obsessed with cleanliness:
She leaned into Ingrid’s face, wiping the blood off the mermaid’s mouth. In response? Ingrid chomped down on Helynsia’s hand, misunderstanding the gesture. Of all the times for an intercultural exchange to go wrong, it had to be now. Still, Helynsia didn’t have a reason to retract on her hand; not when Ingrid was merely nibbling and playing around with the part of Helynsia currently in her mouth. It was a peculiar feeling; a mermaid, of all creatures, stroking her hand. Helynsia half-thought she’d be the one nibbling on the mermaid’s. Not like this was unpleasant, just… different. New.
“Mm,” Ingrid lets out, seeming to enjoy the taste. Helynsia half-wondered if the taste of her skin was that good, before remembering that she hadn’t cleaned the left hand she had used to eat her roasted fish; as well as the one currently inside Ingrid’s mouth. That… was actually a bit cute. Still, Ingrid eventually seemed done with Helynsia’s taste and spit the hand out, now choosing to greedily rest up against the barmaid, curling her tail around Helynsia’s waist. “You still look so good,” she continues, this time licking at Helynsia’s nape. “Almost makes me want to eat you here.”
Helynsia was unsure whether this was a threat, an offer, or a thought spoken aloud. “Is that… good?” she hesitantly asked.
“Oh, yeah! I mean, not in a kinky way!” Well, at least that meant Ingrid had no desire to eat her out. She couldn’t help but feel relief at this; sure, she had very little ground to speak on considering she was already enjoying the cold touch of Ingrid’s hands under her shirt, but as for the more intimate acts? There was a certain discomfort that always arose when considering them. Wanting to be roughhoused a bit just wasn’t the same thing… at least she thought. Sex was complicated, wasn’t it?
At least it was simple to conclude she was attracted to women. A silver lining, at least. “Though still,” Helynsia prodded, mind still running, “what precisely do you mean by ‘eat’?”
“Well not digest, but more just keep you close, you know?” Gesturing to her tail, she continues, “I really could fit you inside.” A mere glance at the tail nearly as tall as her was proof enough for the barmaid, quite frankly. “You want to test?” the mermaid asks, opening her mouth wide.
Briefly – briefly – Helynsia leaned in, starting to offer her head to the hungry mermaid; but not before pulling back, letting the sea creature pout. “I… need a moment,” she continues. “I’ll be back tonight, just…”
“Yeah,” Ingrid wistfully continues, as if she knew the answer. “I’ll be there, haha,” she weakly adds, now starting to swim away and dive back into the water. Helynsia sat there for a moment, eventually and slowly picking herself back up; not without washing her hand with sea water first.
As she rushed back to her job, she wondered; could she trust this creature? The obvious answer lied with the woman who claimed she could fix one of them, only to end up as naught but bones. This was nothing but a deathly gamble, where all faces pointed to death; whether it be fast by being chewn, or slow by effectively being cremated through acid.
Yet, for Ingrid to propose such a ridiculous idea, yet not go through with actually eating her, it gave her hope. Still, would this mermaid find thrill in crushing said hope?
Or worse, was it preying on her own desperation?
Like Ingrid said, she knew how desperate Helynsia was for love. Desperation is what turns the intelligent into wandering fools, destined to wander in the maw of the beast.
Yet, would it matter if the beast really was so pretty with such long yet thick fingers to wrap themselves around Helynsia’s body? They did serve as preparation for wrapping her in an even tighter embrace, after all; one where those same hands would continue to massage her from the outside, caressing every bit of this fragile lovesick fool.
At this, Helynsia promptly slapped her cheek, startling the coworker standing right beside her. Yes… such debates should be resolved at a later time; not when the chains of capitalism still clung to her.
Yes, as always; the everlooming reminder of her job came about. One she continued to detest as she skated through the messy bar, handing out orders to even filthier guests. As much as Helynsia ragged on the male pirates, the female pirates were rarely any better. A pirate was still a pirate; you could never rub the musk off of them. If there was one condolence, they were better than the police force who pretended to monitor the docks. At least they wouldn’t arrest her for walking at night.
It reminded her of her former life; she wasn’t always a barmaid. Once, she was an apprentice wizard who was well experienced in both cryomancy and pyromancy. If anyone had called her a witch, she’d be more than a bit miffed; witches were the ones who learned from nature, while wizards learned from their stuffy libraries. Her hours upon hours dedicated to reading the same material spoke to that. For a while, she had a promising career as a rescue worker; freezing air particles and blowing apart doors? A simple but very versatile toolkit, especially when she chose to combine her magic.
Regardless, her career was short-lived when it came out she had been dating a wizard. Her parents didn’t mind! The school, however… they didn’t mind. At first. What they did mind was when her girlfriend – Abigail – chose to fight for gay marriage. Helynsia joined her at the time, giving primers on how to fight the police who used magic. From her time, she learned that physical tools tended to be far stronger and more reliable than magical constructs. She was never one to put all her faith in magic; not when something as transient as a thought can dissipate in the blink of an eye.
Of course, the school did not take it lying down; her career had ended before it began, and worse, she was considered a criminal at large. She, Abigail, and her parents all agreed that she would move away from home, ideally find work elsewhere; somewhere quiet, most likely. It was also a shame that they had broken up as well; they just couldn’t do a long distance relationship anymore, and Helynsia understood. A part of her longed for that, and she was sure Abigail felt the same, but life had to move on. Helynsia still managed to keep in contact with her parents, sending letters; but it was still different when she could feel their touch. With Abigail, Helynsia was sure that they would be friends still; had they the chance to continue talking.
Eventually – and thankfully, before more of these regrets came again –, dusk came. Helynsia again rushed to the docks, only to come across an odd sight: a trap laid out. Well, laid out wasn’t the correct terminology; other pirates were carrying what was inside the net. It was a floundering mermaid.
More accurately, it was Ingrid who kept flipping her tail around and screeching; various curses and the like, as well as demands to let her go. Helynsia chose to hide behind one of the walls, turning her hand into smooth ice so she could use a hand-mirror to continue viewing the situation.
She couldn’t make out what the pirates were saying, but she could see the motions – they were carrying the mermaid onto one of the ships. The far ship with a mermaid at the bow of the ship. … Did the captain have a thing for mermaids?
Helynsia knew what she should do; play it safe, stay away from the situation, and just head back home. It was better for everyone if she didn’t get involved. She would be alive, she could continue to talk to her friends, and her peaceful life would be kept intact. Ingrid was also strong enough, as a mermaid. She could handle herself, even if she was alone.
And as such, Helynsia chose to finally take that detour she had planned yesterday. She was a few minutes in, slowly walking. Her steps slowed, eventually to a stop. She assumed Ingrid would be safe. Yet, that was a lie; she’s a sea creature, and those criminals know that. Of course they’d only provide her with the bare necessities to eat and breathe. But Helynsia shouldn’t care; Ingrid was just another sea creature, she wasn’t like her.
Besides, what had Ingrid done for her? All Ingrid confessed to were charges of stalking for the sake of a (seemingly) one-sided crush. Helynsia shouldn’t intervene. She shouldn’t. There wasn’t any, logical or emotional, reason for going.
For the second time, it seems like she wouldn’t be taking a detour.
She hurls herself off the railing, stabbing an ice dagger into the wall as she slides down the rickety stones. Ice continues to break off and scratch her face until she reaches the bottom, at which point she begins to skate her way across the harbor docks. It seems like she had made her mind just in time; the ship had just raised the anchor and were beginning to set up the sails.
With it being the middle of the night, Helynsia froze the water under her feet and skated across the sea itself; it wasn’t hard to then make her way onto the lower hull of the ship, clutching on by stabbing one of her real daggers into the side. The ice beneath her feet disappears as she lets out a gasp, sweat pooling on her face and back, all the way through her clothes. She hated that she was still out of practice, but she still had to move on.
Someone needed to be saved.
The deadly sea swayed beneath the barmaid, reminding her that life and death were only separated at knifepoint: undaunted, Helynsia decided to split the gap apart with a second knife. Using her knives as ice picks, she made her way to one of the portholes, a small window along the side. A cannon was pointing out, preventing a human body from fitting inside; but Helynsia could easily see one of the chains holding it together. Flash-freezing a part and then exploding the weak link, she could easily shift the cannon; easily was a bit of an overstatement considering the thing was nearly three times as heavy as her, but she managed. Once inside the dark hull, she quickly welded the broken chain together; anyone hearing a cannon crashing late into the night would only ignore it if they were a drunken sailor.
Helynsia quickly summoned a flame in her hand to better see; as well as reveal herself to the dozens of sailors about to go to sleep.
Before she could say something, she received a knock upon her head and passed out.
And when she woke, she was tied up against one of the pillars of the ship. It was still night, and sleep was starting to take her; and so Helynsia rested, unable to fight any longer. It was better to wait until morning, saving her energy and understanding just what she got herself into.
Dabi gets a bloated belly from eating a lot of food. Toga pops in unannounced and notices how big his stomach has gotten. Being who she is, she asks Dabi if she can play with his belly. He was resistant at first, but he also finds it funny how giddy she gets about seeing him with a bloated middle. So Dabi let’s Toga indulge, and eventually decides to ham her up by telling her he might eat Toga next.
"Ungh...fffffuck I'm so full..." Dabi moaned. He was sitting on the couch in the league hideouts 'lounge' rubbing his stomach uncomfortably with one hand. His usually lean middle was bulging out against his already ill-fitting shirt making his shirt ride up and expose some of his pale tummy right near his belly button which was still covered by his shirt.
Dabi's belly gave a sickly groan which made the young scarred villain grimace uncomfortably. Until he brought a fist to his mouth and gave a really big closed mouth burp that rumbled hard in his mouth for a few seconds and made his cheeks puff out. He blew the gas off to the side and patted his belly letting out a smaller burp he didn't bother to stifle.
"Hiyyyya Dabiiii~" sang Toga out of nowhere.
Dabi's eyes widened slightly from the unexpected pop-in of the crazed knife wilder. "...Whadduya want," Dabi grumbled not catching the way Toga's own eyes went wide as she awed at the sight in front of her.
"Wooooow Dabi your tummy is so big!" she marveled. Toga unexpectedly reached over and pushed her hand into Dabi's belly like an unexpected tummy inspection. "And it's so hard too!"
Dabi winced and gave another thick closed mouth burp from the unexpected "inspection" of his belly then quickly swatted Toga's hand away. "Yeah that tends to happen when you eat too much idiot..."
Toga giggled and looked up at the less excitable villain eagerly. "Oooh! Can I play with your tummy? Can I pretty pleaaaase?"
"Fuck off," Dabi said dismissively and continued rubbing his bloated stomach to help settle it.
"C'moooooon! I'll be gentle! Pinky promise! But your tummy just looks so cute like this I can't just not play with it! Pleasepleasepleaaaaase????" Toga practically begged.
Dabi was about to tell her to scram or get burnt but the way she looked so eagerly and giddy at the sight of his belly so expanded wasn't usually like Toga. She was always childish but often in more of a ditzy homicidal way. This felt less maniacal and more just genuine childish giddiness.
So despite himself Dabi rolled his eyes and leaned back. "Fuck it. Fine but if you get too rough and make me puke I'll burn you to the bone got it?"
The squeal Toga made practically made Dabi's ears ring. She very eagerly hopped onto the couch next to Dabi and practically hugged his belly. She rested her head against his bulging stomach and listened to it burble while she eagerly started to rub Dabi's belly for him.
Dabi blinked in surprise but the way she rubbed her hand in broad circles across his bare and bloated stomach actually felt quite nice. The scarred villain couldn't help but groan a little as he felt Toga's fingers knead into his tight skin.
"Unnnf...that's...not bad," Dabi admitted almost melting into Toga's touch. "...Watch the stitches..." he thought to say.
"I know," she said with a contented sigh as Dabi's stomach gave a thick groan in her ear. "Wow your tummy sounds so angry right now..."
Dabi brought up a fist again and burped in his mouth rather loudly. It sounded even harsher than usual and he followed it up with another lengthy closed mouth burp that pushed out of him for nearly four seconds. He groaned and blew the gas off to the side to avoid blowing it in Toga's direction. Then he patted the side of his belly and gave another smaller burp. "Ungh...feels angry too..."
"Oooh! I got an idea!" Toga replied and sat up to hold Dabi's tummy with both hands. She lifted Dabi's shirt higher and started to blush at the sight of his shallow belly button. But then Toga pushed both of her palms just above his navel and really dug her thumbs into his tight belly.
Dabi was about to tell her to not be so damn rough but the pressure she was applying forced up a larger gas bubble than usual. She weighed down on his tummy so hard that Dabi couldn't help but throw his head back and let out a massive burp that he couldn't hold in if he tried. It was harsh and powerful echoing into the room and pushing for a few seconds.
Toga giggled and gave Dabi's tummy a few pats. "There we go! Doesn't your tummy feel better after that?"
Dabi thumped his chest and let out another long throaty burp he didn't bother holding in and moaned afterwards. "...Ffffuck..." was all he said but he at least sounded relieved to get that out.
Toga took that as an acknowledgement that he felt better. So she once again turned to rubbing and prodding Dabi's belly. She even listened to it again and giggled. "Ohh yeah. Your tummy definitely sounds happier than it did a second ago!"
"Feels happier too," Dabi moaned.
Toga giggled and just continued to rub Dabi's burgeoning stomach. He very quickly forgot about her stupid comment and huffed contently. His inhumanly warm breath wafted down over Toga almost like a bedside heater.
She rested her head against his belly again and sighed at how nice and warm it felt. Her blush returned anew when she listened to the digestive bubbling taking place inside of the organ. "I bet it'd be real nice'n warm in your tummy. Like a big warm slimy sleeping bag!"
Seeing how eager and giddy Toga was playing with his belly Dabi couldn't help but give the faintest of smirks. "Yeah? Well how 'bout I swallow you whole and let you see for yourself?" Dabi looked Toga over and licked his lips hungrily and in a showy way. "...You did just help make a whole helluva lotta extra room in my gut..."
"Ooooooooh! Vore party! Can I invite Shiggy???" Toga asked excitedly and with a notable blush on her pale cheeks.
The predatory look in Dabi's eyes quickly gave way to the usual look of boredom at her response.
"Jeez...the boss would be into that kinda shit too. Seriously you guys and your fuckin' vore..."
So...this is something a little different.
I'm labeling this as "Implied Vore" because...no ACTUAL vore occurs. This was an interesting challenge: @hooter-n-company and I were chatting about an idea involving her OC boi, Taoka Latronis (who may be remembered as the antagonist of the four part story "Glamour"), encountering the Octavinelle Trio. Taoka, of course, is based on Tamatoa from "Moana," and is a crab person.
I remind you that octopi and eels are very, VERY noteworthy predators of crabs. You can guess where the conversation went from there. ;)
Anyway, the challenge of this was writing a story where the implications were there, and I could have fun with a lot of voracious TEASING...but to NOT actually include the act itself in any way, shape, or form. That, to me, sounded like something unique to attempt, and the concept of Taoka meeting these three scheming louses and the fun one could have with the issue was very appealing and funny to me. So, I agreed to write it, and sort of squeeeeeezed it in-between comms, since I didn't think it would be too taxing or take me too long.
The story ended up almost 8000 words in length, which...is actually the cap I put on commissions, meaning it was QUITE long. Go figure. XD I finished it all in one day, which is very unusual for me. I usually don't get THAT much work done in just one day, so it shows how much juice there was flowing for this concept.
ANYWAY...hope you all enjoy Taoka meeting three of his worst nightmares at Night Raven College. ;)
P.S.: If you recognize the song Taoka sings at one point in the story...good. LOL
A cheerful, peppy whistle came from a lone figure, who stalked through the unusually quiet halls of Octavinelle. The figure in question was a student of NRC…but closer inspection of the young man’s uniform quickly indicated he didn’t belong in the undersea dorm. The indigo-hued vest, accompanied by a red-and-indigo-striped arm ribbon, showed that he was a member of Pomefiore. The glamorous makeup, golden pieces of jewelry, and highly-stylized, strange purple hair, all certainly lent credence to his participation in a dorm largely devoted to fashion and spectacle.
With that said, Taoka Latronis mostly felt quite at home in this dorm. He smiled as he peered out through the glass walls at the ocean beyond. While currently in his humanoid guise, the crab boy in disguise felt a certain familiar warmth in his chest as he gazed out at the vast expanse of coral. Unlike some decapods, he very much liked the water…but then again, just “some decapod” had never exactly described him, or so he proudly believed.
“I could get used to bein’ around here,” mumbled Taoka, nodding to himself as he swaggered along with an easy-breezy sort of stride. The guitar case strapped to his back bounced slightly as he went. He felt his posture straighten with almost every step as he drew nearer and nearer to his chosen location. “Feels like I’m back on top o’ the food chain…right in my natural habitat…heh. Bet I could show some o’ the seafood here who’s boss, if given the chance…”
The mention of the word “seafood” ushered a rumble from his belly. Taoka hummed to himself and licked his plump, painted lips, but soon shook his head, stance dipping as he glanced about carefully. Despite his egotistical words, he wasn’t TOTALLY comfortable here.
After all…he wasn’t the apex predator in THIS dorm.
It was a risk he felt willing to take, however. He’d only just recently escaped the time under house arrest that his dorm leader, Vil, had put him under, following the “Triple-S Debacle.” Now that he was free to go places, Taoka had decided it was time to take action in following his dreams and figuring out his personal desires and ambitions. In short…he needed a place to practice his music. Preferably, a place with an audience, where he could sing and/or play…and perhaps even make a little money on the side.
Hey, money spoke to him…especially coins…shiny, beautiful, sparkling coins…
Taoka had frozen in place at the thought, his eyes shimmering at the mere thought…then he smacked his cheek and blushed slightly, embarrassed with himself.
“Keep it together, babe,” he muttered to himself. “Ya don’t wanna blow this audition. Wasn’t easy for the Housewarden to get it for ya…”
Indeed, it had been Vil who had - with surprising generosity - arranged the interview Taoka was heading to: the on-campus restaurant, the Mostro Lounge, had announced that it was going to be seeking performers for a live house band. Before this, all music at the Lounge simply came from the radio playing over the loudspeakers. Now, for at least some part of the day, there would be live musical accompaniment for diners to enjoy. Taoka had all but leapt at the chance…but had hesitated when he realized where the Lounge was.
Surprisingly, Taoka had never come to Octavinelle before, let alone the Mostro Lounge. He didn’t know much about the place, except that it was supposed to be a very ritzy sort of joint. He had no idea who ran the restaurant…although he DID know who ran Octavinelle. For his fellow Pomefiore students, the shudder of fear that went through him at the thought of THEM was a total mystery…but anyone with knowledge of marine biology would probably guess the reason.
“It’s alright,” Taoka said to himself, taking a deep breath as he came nearer and nearer to the famous place. “Just keep calm an’ show ‘em yer stuff. Long as THEY aren’t around, ya got nothin’ to fear. Heh…in fact, they oughta be afraid of YOU. That’s right, babe! You go in an’ show ‘em yer stuff…an’ if they don’t like it? Maybe ya got other ways of makin’ sure you see eye to eye…”
Snickering with wicked anticipation, Taoka picked up his pace, adjusting the guitar case strap. It was only moments later that he finally found himself at the Lounge. Unlike the halls, the fine restaurant was packed full of chattering customers, all laughing and gabbing between bites of food and sips of fruity drinks. Chandeliers with lights shaped like jellyfish provided an almost ethereal illumination to the place, accompanied by the bioluminescent algae beyond the huge pane of glass on one of the walls, like a giant aquarium. Taoka whistled, impressed by the expertly-made, expensive-looking furnishings and rich decor.
“Whew! This place is even fancier than I figured,” he chuckled. He sniffed at the air…and then let out what could only be described as a sort of wincing sigh as he picked up the scent of seafood and other savory things. His empty belly whined needily, and he gave it a pat, rubbing at it through his vest and shirt.
“Easy there, stomach,” he almost pouted. “Yer gonna get plenty to play with soon enough. Business first.”
Nodding to himself, Taoka stepped further into the Lounge, and looked around. It wasn’t long till he saw an employee - dressed in the almost mafia-esque costume of an Octavinelle Dorm Uniform - standing at the reception desk. However, they seemed to be a bit more concerned with the cellphone in their hands than with any new arrivals. Taoka smirked and approached the desk, knocking on it with his gloved hand.
“Hey,” he grunted. “Eyes up here, babe.”
The receptionist yelped, fumbling with their phone and jolting slightly. Taoka’s smirk widened as his eyes narrowed; a quick look up and down the student’s form showed him the familiar sight of a seagull’s feathered tail, sprouting from the small of their back. The gull demi had a round face and a plump body, with eyes of a warm, rich, yellow-amber color; the sweet hue of honey.
“Oh! Uh…h-hello there, sir,” the gull-demi chirped out, quickly trying to compose himself. “Welcome to the Mostro Lounge. Do you have a reservation?”
Taoka hummed in the back of his throat as he leaned forward on the reception desk. The gull took a step back, tail twitching nervously. Taoka’s smirk became a full-on grin, as he noticed the way the little bird boy - about the same age as himself, but noticeably smaller in height - gazed at him with flustered apprehension. His belly rumbled yet again, this time in a lower, almost ominous fashion: while humans could not always recognize it, beast-people of all sorts seemed programmed to recognize their natural predators no matter what form they took. Sometimes it was a scent thing, other times a case of close observation, and still other times it just seemed to be an innate instinct.
Either way…crabs like him and little, adorable gulls didn’t exactly get along. And the anxiety in the receptionist’s eyes indicated which side each occupied on the food web.
“More of an appointment, really,” Taoka practically purred, his voice smooth and slippery. “Got a Taoka Latronis written down somewhere…”
Taoka quickly glanced at the name tag the desk worker wore.
“...Larin?”
The gull boy - Larin - timidly moved to pick up a clipboard, and scanned through the papers it held. He looked up at Taoka a few times, worriedly; Taoka just smiled patiently.
“It’s okay, babe,” he cooed at one point. “If there’s any vacancies…I could just stay for some lunch. I’m gettin’ REAL hungry…”
He licked his teeth and cackled as Larin shuddered, the feathers of his tail shaking. Finally, the pudgy little gull found what he was looking for.
“Ah! H-Here you are…you, um…y-you have a meeting with the boss, right?”
“That’s about the size of it,” Taoka answered with a nod, and jabbed a thumb towards the guitar case on his back. “Lookin’ to become part of the house band I heard he’s making.”
“W-Well…I’m sure you’ll do well,” chuckled Larin, with a nervous smile…then all but tip-toed out from behind the desk. Taoka watched every single move the little gull made as he came into full view, never once blinking, his smile remaining sly, seductive, and more than a little predatory. “If you’ll, um…j-just follow me, please.”
“Mmmm…lead the way, babe,” rumbled Taoka, in his most sultry voice. He chortled darkly at the quiver that went through the demi-bird, and followed him as Larin led the crab-in-human’s-clothing through the dining area of the Lounge.
The restaurant was large, as well as presently busy; it was not a short trip from the main part of the place to the “backstage” spaces. Taoka twined his way between waiters and customers alike…a couple times, when he saw a particularly cute face, he would give them a light, playful bump with his hip. “Sorry, babe!” he would teasingly chirp, and grin as the human or lesser beastman in question would blush and grumble. Other times, he’d catch some giving him a blushing expression, or even a somewhat frightened look. Awink and a lick of the lips made them hastily avert their eyes, for one reason or another.
When he wasn’t teasing the guests and waiting staff, Taoka was smirking at Larin, who kept glancing back over his shoulder, trembling slightly, his feathered tail twitching with every other step. He inhaled and rumbled at the scent of fear that came from the young seagull-man. As they left the crowded dining space, moving past the bar into the quieter, more sparsely-populated backrooms and hall, Taoka moved to stand beside Larin rather than directly behind him. He gave a smug sort of smile to the seagull, who glanced up at him nervously…just in time to see Taoka rubbing his belly, as it let out another greedy gurgle.
“Do you all serve chicken here?” he asked, innocently. “I could really go for some poultry right about now…”
Larin just whimpered and didn’t answer as he looked away.
Taoka sniggered and smiled toothily. He didn’t ACTUALLY plan on eating Larin…at least not today…but, oh, how DELIGHTFUL it was watching him squirm…
It wasn’t too long thereafter that they finally reached the entrance to the manager’s office. It was closed off by a large and rather fancy-looking door…par the course, at this point, Taoka supposed.
“I’ll go in and announce you,” Larin said, trying to keep up a businesslike tone and demeanor.
Taoka nodded, and patiently leaned back against the opposite wall. As Larin entered, he couldn’t help but allow a wicked thought to enter his mind; if the employees and guests of this place were sooo easy to ruffle the feathers of (pun only partially intended), he wondered if their leader would be equally easy to scare and subdue. Oh, he’d play nice, but if they showed any sign of turning him away…well…he WAS genuinely hungry. And humans were such, SUCH good little morsels…
Taoka smacked his lips at that thought, but it left almost as soon as it came…at least partially due to Larin’s reappearance as he crept back into the hall from the door.
“The boss will see you now,” he said.
“Thanks, babe,” Taoka replied.
Larin nodded back…then stiffened, his face turning a shade of strawberry as Latronis’ one good hand swept out and cupped his cheek and part of his jawline. The taller boy leaned in close, with a smile like a sea serpent.
“Y’know, you’re pretty cute,” he crooned. “Maybe sometime you an’ I can…get some lunch together?”
Larin looked utterly mortified…but he was also blushing more than ever. Unable to speak, he just sputtered. Taoka laughed lightly and playfully patted him on the head.
“Think about it, chicken,” he teased with a wink, and left Larin to his own devices as he stepped through the doorway and closed it behind him.
Up to now, dearest reader, Taoka had felt confident, and very pleased with himself. He had little fear as he entered the office of the master of the Mostro Lounge. But there are many sayings about those who feel perhaps too much pride, and perhaps abuse their presumed position a bit too much. A lot of them could apply here.
For within a matter of about…three seconds, give or take, after entering the office…EVERYTHING changed for Taoka Latronis. Instantly, his confidence seemed to drop into his feet, as a chill fell over his spine. His swaggering peacock posture slackened, and his vainglorious smile seemed to be slapped off his face by an invisible hand.
All this was in response to the tall, willowy pair of figures he saw standing ahead of him, one on either side of the large, expensive-looking desk at the other end of the VIP Room. Each was dressed in a dorm uniform, and looked almost identical, from their mismatched eyes of gold and olive, to their teal-toned hairdos, each of which bore a single long, black lock.
“You two?” murmured Taoka, voice becoming somewhat shaky.
The Leech Twins smiled wider in response to Taoka’s near-whispered words; Jade’s was its usual practiced, patient, cool-and-collected self. Floyd’s grin, meanwhile, showed perhaps a few too many sharp, jagged, dagger-like teeth…teeth that, if they so chose, could easily crush and stab through a crab’s shell, shattering it like fragile glass.
Taoka felt nervous in an instant. Perhaps more than anyone else at all of Night Raven, he had good reason to fear the Leech Brothers. Eels, after all, were one of the most prominent natural enemies many crabs had to face. They were part of why he avoided Octavinelle, and why he’d asked Vil to kindly handle arranging the interview…but if he’d known the Twins were working at the Lounge, he wouldn’t have even gone that far. Already, the musician felt his rung on the food chain ladder get lower…he was pondering if he really wanted to stay in the room, when the manager had such fearsome help…
…But before he could question this too deeply, a voice finally spoke up. It was smooth and luxurious, but with a certain bold quality that was hard to define. It came from the figure who sat with his back to Taoka, in a large, plush-looking swivel armchair that was presently turned away from the young half-decapod. Over the top of the chair’s back - which, itself, was covered by what looked like a huge gray trenchcoat - Latronis could catch a glimpse of silvery hair.
“Never mind them,” the voice from the chair said. “Come in…come in, Mr. Latronis! No need to be shy. After all, we mustn’t lurk in doorways. It’s rude. One can’t make business arrangements like this…”
A slender hand, clad in what looked like a white kid glove, stretched out from behind the chair, dropping what appeared to be a manilla folder onto the desk behind the figure. It sat beside a dark-colored fedora. Then, the chair turned around, revealing the bespectacled figure - garbed in a black three-piece suit - who occupied the seat. Eyes the color of the deep blue sea itself zeroed in on Taoka, as a devious, duplicitous smile slid across soft, plump-looking lips, which quirked over a tiny birthmark near the chin.
“...Without seeing each other face to face.”
Every drop of color seemed to drain from Taoka Latronis’ face as he immediately recognized the lithe, somewhat curvy person whom he now realized ran the Mostro Lounge. His heart seemed to jump up a few beats as his breath hitched. Every ounce of confidence he still held after seeing the Leech Twins vanished in a split second as terror gripped his very soul.
“A-Azul…Ashengrotto?” he exclaimed, his voice unusually high-pitched as it cracked and squeaked.
Azul merely smiled wider, folding his hands before him on his desk as he raised one eyebrow.
“Yes, that would be me,” he replied. “And I’m glad to see my reputation precedes me.”
“Ha Ha Ha! Little Crab Cake makes such silly sooouuunds!” sang out Floyd, grinning and giggling at the squeaky tone of Taoka’s voice. “He usually sounds all cool, but now he’s making noises like a scared flounder! It’s almost cuuuute!”
“Now, now, Floyd,” tutted Jade, his own smile and posture completely unchanged. “We mustn’t tease a client. Especially not under such circumstances. I imagine he’s quite nervous enough, considering he’s in a room with three of his kind’s most dangerous and feared natural predators. We must make him feel comfortable. Isn’t that right, Azul?”
“Of course,” purred Azul in reply, as he and Jade shared a rather sneaky look with each other. “Just like any client.”
He then looked back at Taoka, who was still standing, with knees almost knocking together, near the doorway.
“And you ARE a client, aren’t you, Mr. Latronis?” he crooned.
Taoka had to repress the urge to let out a moaning, groaning sound of pure, ever-rising dread. Eels were bad enough company for a crab like him…but octopi? They were another story. Above all others in Night Raven College, the mere THOUGHT of the Octopus - of Azul - made Taoka Latronis whimper. In the wild, while crabs had several predators, few were as purely nightmarish as cephalopods: it wasn’t just that they ate crabs that made them frightening. It was the manners and the “morals” (one must note the quotation marks) that octopi had, when feasting on crustaceans, which made them so particularly horrible. Cecaelia like Azul were not much better…in fact, as they had humanoid intelligence, and not just animal hunting instincts, they were arguably even worse.
“Helloooo?” Floyd’s voice cut through Taoka’s grim musings. He tilted his head, his smile disappearing as he blinked owlishly. “Ehhhh? What’s the matter, Crab Cake? Catfish got your tongue?”
“Perhaps he’s simply speechless at being given the opportunity,” suggested Jade, oh-so-sweetly.
Taoka just gulped nervously.
“Y-Yeah, well…um…I…”
His words failed him. They felt foreign and faint in his own mouth. Floyd’s smile returned and he heard Jade chuckle under his breath. Azul shook his head with apparent amusement, adjusting his glasses in his usual tic.
“Come now, Mr. Latronis,” he soothed. “Compose yourself. You came here to audition, didn’t you?”
“I…I did, yeah…just…j-just…”
“Just what?”
Taoka bit his lip before, in an unusually soft voice, admitting: “I didn’t…think I’d be…au-auditioning f-f-for…you.”
Azul blinked just once, cocking his head ever so slightly to the right.
“I am the dorm leader of Octavinelle,” he reminded Taoka, in a calm, patient way. “Did you really think anybody else would be in charge of this place? Vil said you wanted to interview with the manager. I am the manager. And the owner. And the Housewarden. In short…no one else COULD be in charge.”
Taoka blinked twice…then felt his cheeks heat up as he looked down almost guiltily at his shoes, and kicked at an invisible rock.
“Y’know, in hindsight, that’s a good point,” he mumbled under his breath.
All three of the Octavinelle trio laughed softly. Azul stretched out a hand, gesturing towards the large, well-cushioned sofas in the center of the room as he rose from his desk.
"“Sit down,” he invited.
Taoka paused only a moment longer, and then began to take a few steps forward…but on the third step, he saw Azul’s smile widen, and a flicker of what he swore could only be the look of someone who had successfully lured their prey into a trap flashed in those deep blue eyes. Something about that simple gesture IMMEDIATELY killed any amount of courage the crab had.
“On second thought, I-I think I’m a little too early!” he suddenly blurted out, and spun around on his heel before briskly marching towards the door. “I’ll just c-come back later, I’m sure you’re very busy-YEEP!”
Taoka froze and cowered as - seemingly out of nowhere - Floyd and Jade moved to block the door and bar his way. Each of the twins wore matching fanged smiles that made Taoka’s blood run cold…he felt goosebumps prickle his skin and began to tremble anew as he heard Jade’s stomach bubble, and saw Floyd’s tongue trace the tips of his pointed teeth…
…Then the crab boy stiffened and flinched as a long, lean-but-well-toned arm draped itself across his shoulders. With obvious foreboding on his face, Taoka looked to see who the arm belonged to…and thought he might faint as he found Azul Ashengrotto’s smiling face only inches away from his own.
“Nonsense, nonsense!” sang Azul, waving his other hand around in a flippant gesture. “I’m never too busy to discuss a potential new employee. And from what your Housewarden tells me, you could be a great…asset to me.”
Taoka peeped as he felt Azul’s hip bump against him on those words. He’d teased enough “preythings” to know what that combo of words and gestures meant.
“But…but…I’m not so sure that-”
“Come,” Azul interrupted, in a firm voice, and Taoka felt the hand on his shoulder grip more tightly, hinting at the octopus’ harnessed strength…something very few at Night Raven ever suspected, given his aversion to great physical exertion. “Have a seat.”
Azul thus led Taoka to the twin couches in the center of the office. The whole time, his smile never faded, and he never blinked, smiling at Taoka with a sort of thinly-veiled anticipation. Taoka gave a very, VERY nervous smile in return; already he could imagine that collected smirk transforming into a gaping set of jaws, ready to consume him, or a set of tentacles forming from where the octo-man’s legs were, ready to ensnare him…but such nightmarish imagery did not come to pass. Still, Taoka found it hard to relax, even as he sat on the (admittedly VERY nice and well-cushioned) sofa. Azul sat directly across from him, prim and proper. Taoka considered rising and trying to make another break for it…but he felt the presence of the Leech Twins behind him before he could act on it.
“Now then,” Azul began, crossing his arms over his chest and slinging one leg over the other as he leaned back in his own seat. “Is there anything you want to say before we start?”
The question sounded a bit too much like Azul was asking him if he had any last words for Taoka’s personal comfort. Nevertheless, Taoka realized that there was no turning back now: he removed his guitar case and placed it on the seat beside him on the sofa. He was here for an audition, it was time to get serious. Still scared, the crabby youth tried to compose himself, straightening his posture and opening his mouth to speak…only to be interrupted when his stomach let out a VERY loud and greasy gurgle.
Azul’s smile fell in an instant, his eyes widening. Now worried the sound would ruin the interview, Taoka’s nerves rang alarm bells…but before he could apologize, Floyd’s face suddenly lurched into view, as the gangly eel-man dropped his head onto the back of the couch, chin in his folded arms as he looked directly into the seated decapod’s purple eyes.
“Awww…is Crab Cake hungryyyyy?” crooned Floyd. Breath that stank too much OF crab cakes puffed into Taoka’s face, making the musician cough briefly. Nervously, he nodded.
Azul tutted and shook his head.
“Oh, dear…I hate conducting business when my client has an empty stomach,” he declared, and smiled indulgently. “Would you care for a bite?”
Taoka was very, VERY afraid of answering that question, with so many crab-munching creatures surrounding and smiling at him…but he finally managed to nod, tugging on his collar afterwards. Had it gotten warmer in this room…?
“Ah…ha ha…i-if by that ya mean a totally normal, not-involving-my-shell kind of snack, then…I guess I wouldn’t mind,” he said. He tried to sound like he was joking, but somehow he knew he had failed.
Azul let out a sort of scoffing laugh.
“Of course,” he replied. He seemd almost offended. “Really, I’m not like those fuzzy mongrels in Savanaclaw. You don’t think I’d seriously consider taking a bite out of a possible employee, do you?”
“Yeah! We just swallow them whole!” teased Floyd.
“Floyd, don’t fib,” Jade scolded, but his own smile never disappeared once. “You know the rules: we don’t eat them till AFTER they fail an interview.”
Taoka felt like his lungs were seizing up at those words. Azul just sighed and rolled his eyes, looking almost mournful.
“Ignore them,” he advised, seriously. “They do this sort of thing ALL the time.”
Taoka said nothing. He silently wondered if “interviewees” made it out of this office alive all the time, too.
“Jade, if you’re quite done terrorizing our guest and client, could you perhaps see about having some of the special served in here, along with an appropriate drink of choice.”
“Will sparkling lemonade suffice?” Jade asked, politely.
“Yes, that should do nicely,” Azul nodded, and smiled back at Taoka. “No objections?”
“N-Nope! None here, um…boss. Uh, c-can I call you boss?”
Azul narrowed his eyes and adjusted his glasses. It was hard to tell what he was thinking about that question.
“I think, for now, you can simply call me Azul,” he replied, and then smiled. “After all, upperclassman or not, possible employer or not, we ARE both students of Night Raven College.”
The fact Azul had not mentioned the fact he was a superior predator, as well, helped put Taoka a little more at ease. But only a little.
Jade bowed to Azul respectfully, then turned to his brother.
“Come on, Floyd. I’ll carry the food, you can carry the drinks.”
“Ehhhh? Can’t you do it yourself?” pouted Floyd.
“Yes, if necessary, but it’s much easier when there’s two,” Jade replied, as if he were speaking to a small child.
“But I wanna stay and play with Crab Cake!” whined Floyd, and grinned at Taoka right afterwards. “Maybe I could give him a nice friendly squeeze, huuuuh? See if he’s easier to break in human form than in crab form? I bet he’d be all…CRUNCHY…”
If Floyd’s words didn’t scare the Hades out of Taoka, the smile on his face certainly did…but it seemed Jade was in no mood for his brother’s nonsense as, without warning, he stretched out a hand and grabbed Floyd by the ear.
“AH! H-HEY! HEY, LEMME GO!” squealed Floyd, scrabbling to break free.
Jade just shook his head in amusement, and smiled a calm, tranquil smile as he bowed his head to Taoka, as if this was all totally casual and completely everyday.
“Apologies for his forwardness,” he replied. “I’ll be back shortly with some vittles, as requested.”
Taoka just blinked.
“Uh…r-right, that’s…that’s good, thanks.”
Jade smiled a tiny bit wider, then turned and dragged the still yelping and complaining Floyd out of the room, shutting the door to the VIP office behind them both.
Now, the crab was alone with the octopus. For a few moments there was an awkward silence between them. Azul smiled. Just smiled. Taoka noticed the way the restauranteur’s blue eyes seemed to scan up and down his own body.
“Ah…m-may I ask you a question?” stammered Taoka, hoping to break the uncomfortable quiet.
“If you feel you must,” replied Azul, somewhat cryptically.
“How come you agreed to hear me out?” Taoka asked. “I mean…do you just trust Vil’s judgment that much?”
“Well, yes, for one thing, I do,” Azul replied, frankly, folding his hands in his lap. “Not only do I consider him to be a particularly dependable and intelligent Housewarden, but I believe he is the single most discerning judge of talent, particularly where the arts are concerned, on the entire campus. The only other person who might rival him there is Professor Crewel. So if he takes the time to recommend someone, even obliquely, I listen.”
Taoka nodded in understanding. He supposed all that sounded logical enough.
“Besides,” Azul went on, quite casually, but with a smile that was perhaps just slightly too broad, “Based on his description, I could hardly let someone with such good taste go without a chance.”
The crab-man quivered till his golden necklace rattled. He really didn’t like the way Azul emphasized three of those words.
“Well…wh-what is that chance going to involve?” he asked at length.
Azul paused, as if pondering how to answer…but before he could, the door opened up again. Jade and Floyd re-entered the office, one carrying a silver platter, and the other a pair of drinks.
“For your dining pleasure, gentlemen,” purred Jade, as he placed the platter in the center of the glass-topped table, and opened the lid, revealing a steaming dish of freshly-made shrimp scampi.
“Yeah, yeah, here ya go,” grumbled Floyd, apparently still grouchy over his earlier treatment as he handed both Taoka and Azul their glasses of sparkling lemonade. He then plucked a couple pairs of chopsticks out of his pocket and gave them to each.
Azul placed his chopsticks on the table…then removed one of his gloves, revealing his long, sturdy, yet elegant fingers. Taoka watched as Azul plucked one piece of shrimp up off the plate between his forefinger and thumb, and lifted it up to his face. He paused, smiling as he inspected the piece of seafood…before opening his mouth and tossing the entire shrimp inside. Taoka could hear the sound of Azul’s teeth mulching the cooked meat before a soft swallow sent the masticated stuff down his throat.
“Excellent,” he judged, and wiped his fingers on a napkin before replacing the glove on his hand as he looked at the Leech Brothers. “Tell the cooks they’ve done a fine job, when we’re done here.”
Jade bowed and murmured that it would be done. Floyd just snorted, placing his hands behind his head and rolling his eyes.
“Go ahead,” Ashengrotto urged Latronis, who had watched all of this with rapt attention. He picked up his glass of lemonade as he spoke, tilting it towards Taoka as if in toast. “Try some. You can eat while I explain how this is going to work.”
Taoka hesitated for just a moment; the food smelled delicious, but something about the showy way Azul had eaten his first bite had bothered him. Of course, if any of the three had wanted to poison him, it seemed unlikely they’d do so this way. So, he lifted his chopsticks and plucked a piece of shrimp from the scampi. He popped it into his mouth…and immediately felt some his tension ease up as he chewed and swallowed it. The savory, spicy, buttery seasoning filled his mouth with a wonderful flavor, and the shrimp itself was cooked to perfection, with an excellent texture.
“Well?” asked Azul, as he took a sip of lemonade.
“It’s…it’s REALLY good,” smiled Taoka, trying to hold back just how delicious he thought it all was.
“I know,” smiled Azul, but he still seemed pleased to hear it. “Perhaps sometime we can give you a nice sampler; plenty of food to go with one of those.”
“I doubt that would be such a good idea,” Jade spoke up. “The sampler does include crab meat.”
“Ewww, that’d be like one of us eating smoked eel,” sneered Floyd.
“And we all know eel tastes so much better raw,” grinned Jade, diabolically.
“Huh?” Floyd blinked in confusion.
“Nothing,” said Jade, innocently.
“Well, I guess it wouldn’t be toooooo bad, either way,” shrugged Floyd, and grinned toothily. “I mean, crabs DO eat other crabs, yeeeaaah?”
“Boys, as amusing as it is to hear you both go on like that, I think our guest is going to be ill if you keep that up,” drawled Azul.
“Apologies,” said Jade.
Floyd just yawned, boredly.
Taoka swallowed his mouthful of shrimp and chased it down with some lemonade. The flavor of the citrus drink helped chase away his anxiety.
“So…again, I have to ask, how is this going to work?” he inquired after a few bites of food, the emptiness in his belly replaced with a warm and filling feeling.
Azul took another sip of his own drink before finally answering: “This audition will proceed more or less like a typical audition, I suppose: you will play and sing a song of your choice. I will listen, along with my friends here.”
He indicated Floyd and Jade.
“Once you have finished, I shall give you a brief critique of what I heard, and declare if you’re suitable for a role in the house band I want to put together,” Azul went on, lightly stirring his drink with a twist of his wrist. “If I decide that you are, then I’ll take you on here at the Lounge for three unpaid weeks. Got that? Three. Weeks. A ‘trial run,’ so to speak. And if, after those three weeks, I determine your skills are sufficient and the audiences like you, I’ll keep you on - paid work, this time - for the remainder of the semester and into the next term. After that, you would need to re-apply.”
Taoka mumbled something through a full mouth and stuffed cheeks…then, when he saw the frowns on the trio’s faces, he realized he was talking with his mouth full and couldn’t be understood. He hastily swallowed, stifling a belch in one fist.
“Ahem…that, uh…th-that sounds reasonable,” he said. He paused, then thought to ask, “What if I fail, at any point? Today or later on?”
Azul shrugged, once again waving a hand about airily.
“Oh, I just…throw a little salt on you, and then gobble you up! HA HA HA HA HA HA!”
The head of Octavinelle exploded into cackling laughter…then stopped abruptly when he saw the look of absolute horror on Taoka’s face. His smile vanished and was replaced with an almost bored look.
“I’m jesting, merely jesting.”
“O-Oh. Right.”
“It’s an audition. If you fail, you simply go back to your dorm room and have to find another avenue, like any other case such as this. As for the end of those three weeks, if you get them…”
Azul smirked.
“Well…we’ll worry about that if it even becomes a problem.”
“I see,” Taoka replied, and nodded in agreement. “Alright. I…I think all that sounds fair.”
“Excellent,” Azul said, and put down his drink before snapping his fingers. A moment later, Jade and Floyd were suddenly sitting on either side of him on the couch; one sat straight and proper, while the other threw his heels up onto the table…at least until Azul coughed and ordered him to get them off. Floyd then rolled his eyes and obeyed.
“As soon as you are ready,” Azul said, steepling his hands as he leaned back. “We’re all ears.”
Taoka paused…then sighed through his nose. He had rather hoped he’d have more time to eat…but he guessed it was time to get down to business. His heart was still beating very quickly as he pulled his guitar out of its case and positioned it. He glanced repeatedly at the trio as he adjusted the strings. He had not felt this much pressure since his time onstage at the Triple-S…indeed, he wasn’t sure he had EVER felt this much pressure.
Despite Azul’s words, the presence of the three higher predators made it harder for him to feel totally relaxed…and besides, just because AZUL claimed he wouldn’t do anything, that didn’t say anything about the Leech Twins. Whether he was playing for his life, or playing for a chance at a job, this was going to be perhaps the most important audition he’d ever tried.
Nevertheless, as he got his guitar ready, Taoka plucked up his courage, and screwed it to the sticking place. He smiled his most daring smile at the trio, earning an arched eyebrow from each in the process.
“Okay, gents,” he smirked, trying to sound his most confident, a cocksure twinkle returning to his eye as he let his mind sink into the world of his music. “Lemme lay somethin’ good on ya…”
And without another word, Taoka strummed the guitar and began to play. The melody he played was strange and almost otherworldly; like something that came from the realm of the fae, or perhaps from the very depths of the ocean’s most mysterious fathoms…the music building up as he let it play on for a bit, eyes closed before he took a breath, and allowed the first lyrical notes to whisper forth, like a voice from beyond…
“It’s only forever…not long at all…lost and lonely…”
Then, the music jumped into a higher gear; still mysterious, still strange, but with a certain adventurous pep, as the lyrics jumped to attention. Taoka’s voice was filled with a strange, contradictory tone: sympathetic, yet somehow mocking; not cruel, but playful…
“No one can blame you, for walking away: with too much rejection, no love injection. Life can’t be easy; it’s not always swell.”
His voice dropped an octave, with pain painting the words.
“Don’t tell me ‘truth hurts,’ little girl…”
He opened his eyes, looking down at his gloved hand.
“...Because it hurts like Hell.”
Then, a sly, slippery smile came to his face and he chuckled, closing his eyes once more. He shook his head to the beat as the song became slithery and inviting, almost hypnotic.
“But down in the Underground, you’ll find someone true. Down in the Underground: a land serene, a crystal moon!”
The smile became a grin as the music kicked up another notch, almost triumphant in nature.
“Ah-ha! It’s only forever!” he almost laughed through the song. “That’s not long at all! Lost and lonely…that’s Underground! UNDERGROUND!”
The final note echoed through the office…and finally, the song ended with a few last, haunting strums of the guitar. Taoka sighed…then looked towards his listeners expectantly.
“Well?” he checked. “What didja think of that?”
Floyd and Jade’s eyes were very wide. They looked at each other…then back at Taoka…then grinned and applauded.
“YAAAAY!” cheered Floyd. “That was short, but I was reeeeaaaaally feeling it, Crab Cake! More! I wanna hear more, c’moooon!”
“An excellent display of your talent,” agreed Jade, quite serenely. “I think perhaps you could do well for the purpose of a house band. What do you think, Azul?”
The player and the eel’s looked towards Azul. Taoka felt his smile falter. The octopus’ blue eyes were hidden by the glare of his glasses, making it hard to tell what he was thinking. A shadow seemed to have passed over him, which made Taoka’s anxiety kick up a notch. Finally, Azul inhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring…and applauded politely.
“Very nicely sung,” he said, crisply. “I must admit, however, your guitar playing needs some work. ”
“So I’ve been told,” mumbled Taoka, sourly, to himself.
“Now, now, I don’t mean to say it’s bad,” smiled Azul, and his blue eyes were now visible as he leaned forward again. “But it sounded…a trifle forced, so to speak. Over-rehearsed. So much of the emotion that came from what you just gave me was gleamed from your vocals. Therefore, I think perhaps an instrumental role in the band is not for you.”
Taoka felt his heart begin to sink…but that was before Azul continued speaking.
“No. What I want from you is…your voice,” he almost hissed, seeming excited by the thought. “There is a dusky, smoky, yet absolutely golden quality to your singing that I think would suit the atmosphere of my Lounge just right. Especially if we give you the proper accompaniment and the best possible pieces. How would a position as the lead singer suit you?”
Taoka’s heart leapt up again. His eyes widened…and an extremely wide smile stretched across his face.
“The…the LEAD singer?” he checked…then, hearing his own voice break again, he immediately coughed and tried to cool down, lounging back easily in his seat and smirking it what he hoped was a nonchalant, barely-interested way. “Uh, I mean…yeah. Yeah, that sounds like a nice gig, babe. If ya think you can handle me in that role, heh heh…”
Azul’s smile faded.
“I think I can. But there is one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Do NOT call me ‘babe.’”
“Oh. Sorry. Uh…boss?”
“Hmmm…boss will do,” smiled Azul, and stretched out a hand across the table. “Your trial run will begin a week from today. I’ll send you further information later, including the identities of your fellow band-mates. I imagine you’ll want to get in touch with them.”
“That’d be helpful. Thanks, ba-er, boss.”
“Not at all,” Azul purred, and gave Taoka’s hand a firm squeeze before leaning in close. “Just be sure your voice remains as…appetizing to the ears as it is now, and I think there should be little trouble.”
Taoka’s smile became more nervous and he nodded. He tried to pull his hand away…but Azul held it fast. The cephalo-man’s smile had become hard and sharp as a knife.
“The time will be lunch hour,” he said. “I’d advise you to be punctual. Otherwise…perhaps I’ll make it into a lunch break.”
Taoka gulped as Azul finally released his hand. He quickly stood up and gathered his guitar, putting it back in its case.
“R-Right!” he said, and let out a somewhat hysterical little chuckle. “We-Well, uh…nice doin’ business with you all! And thanks so much!”
“No thanks are necessary,” Azul said, and sipped his drink before adding, “It’s just what I do. It’s what I LIVE for: helping my fellow students, and especially underclassmen in need. As the guardian of the Sea Witch’s benevolent spirit, this is simply my way of bringing that spirit to life.”
Taoka scratched the back of his head.
“Right…well, uh…I guess that’s pretty nice of you.”
“Yes, it is,” agreed Azul, then looked at the eels. “Now, boys? Please show him out.”
Floyd and Jade got up from their seats and moved towards Taoka. Floyd gripped the demi-crab in disguise by the shoulders, and Taoka stiffened as he was then guided towards the door, which Jade opened in a courtly manner.
“It was a pleasure to eat-I mean, meet you,” Jade said with a not-so-subtly teasing smile.
“Make sure ya sing something super duper cool like that next time, Crab Cake!” Floyd grinned. “Don’t make me squeeze your shell off!”
Before Taoka could respond to the teases, he was all but hurled out the door, stumbling as the office was shut and locked behind him. He blinked at the door…then took a deep breath, and sighed heavily, shaking his head as he hurriedly hustled back down the hall towards the main areas of the Mostro Lounge.
“Never again,” he shuddered to himself, remembering those hungry stares and frightening words…but it wasn’t long till the fear left him, and a grin of purest, most delighted joy colored his face.
He’d gotten the job. He’d gotten a position even better than he’d expected, in fact! He was going to be the LEAD SINGER. All the spotlight, all the attention, all the love…squarely on him and his shoulders.
“I guess sometimes it’s worth taking risks,” he chuckled, and all but danced his way out of the Lounge, absolutely elated.
Even as Taoka left, however…back at the Lounge, Floyd and Jade were laughing.
“AHHHH-HA-HA HA HA HA HA!” howled Floyd, clutching his chest with one hand and slapping his knee with the other. “D-Did you see his face? Did you see how SCARED he was! Awww, the poor wittle Krabby Patty, I just wanted to SQUISH him soooo much!”
“Perhaps we were a little TOO mischievous,” Jade suggested…but he clearly didn’t agree with his own sentiment, as he was stifling mad giggles between almost every word. “After all, we weren’t REALLY going to eat him.”
Azul, who was still seated on the sofa, plucked a single piece of shrimp off the platter with his chopsticks.
“No,” he murmured, as he inspected the piece of shrimp quietly. “No, you weren’t, were you?”
He popped the shrimp into his mouth and ate it up. As he did so, the Twins immediately stopped laughing and looked towards him. Neither had missed the word choices, nor the emphases Azul had.
“Eh?” Floyd frowned, crinkling his nose. “What’re you saying it that creepy way for, huuuh?”
“Creepy?” puffed Azul, indignantly. “Creepy? Me? Oh, please, I’m no worse than either of you.”
“Whatever THAT means,” pouted Floyd, crossing his arms and sitting down on the opposite couch in a huff, like a sulking child.
“I must admit, I’m a little surprised, Azul,” Jade said as he stood beside the same couch.
“Surprised?” repeated Ashengrotto, as he took a drink of lemonade.
“Well, you had said that you wanted to avoid choosing anyone without them showing proper experience onstage, before a crowd, or having any formal references,” Jade said.
“Heeeey, that’s right!” Floyd realized. “In fact, I don’t think you even seemed interested until Betta Fishy toldja he was a crab!”
“Well, after all,” said Azul, with a mask-like smile, “We undersea types have to stick together, regardless of dormitory boundaries.”
The Twins looked skeptical.
“Azul,” Jade finally asked, slowly. “Did you…agree to see him…BECAUSE he was a crab?”
“I think that’s what I just implied, yes,” Azul replied, taking another sip of his drink.
“That’s not what I mean,” said Jade. “I meant to ask, did you agree because he was a crab specifically, not merely a fellow ‘undersea type’?”
Azul just gave a devious smile and adjusted his glasses, before lifting another piece of shrimp up.
“Is that a yes? ‘Cause I don’t get it. What makes bein’ a crab so special?” Floyd frowned. “I mean, they’re just food for us, back in the ocean, aren’t they?”
Azul once again said nothing. He simply popped the shrimp into his mouth and ate it.
It took about ten seconds for realization to flow over the Leech Twins’ faces.
“You weren’t just teasing, like we were,” Jade recognized.
“He has three weeks to prove he’s worth being on my payroll,” Azul said, as if this were an obvious answer. “The way I see it, this is a win-win situation. For his part, he gets the experience and the spotlight he seems to crave. For my part, if he impresses me and our customers enough in that time, I get a good headliner for my house band. I also get a new connection to Pomefiore, and to Vil: something that could lead to some special reward. And of course, I get the credit for assisting an underclassmen in another dorm, who needed a helping tentacle.”
He licked his lips subtly.
“Otherwise, if he fails…well. Then I’ve earned three whole weeks of at least halfway-tolerable entertainment for my customers, all without needing to pay the lead singer a thing. And I think we all know he wouldn’t be the first student to go ‘mysteriously absent,’ the Headmage’s ‘special rules’ or not. After the disaster I heard happened at the Triple-S competition, it wouldn’t be hard to give an explanation for that absence, either, would it?”
“Wow. You are…really despicable, when you wanna be, aren’tcha?” blinked Floyd.
“That’s why you both stay around me,” Azul reminded him, and looked into his reflection in his glass of lemonade, a greedy glint in his eye. “Anyway, it’s time to get back to business. I want you both to start advertising the new entertainment more vigorously, and bring me people you think would serve his voice well with their talents. After all, we’re going to need more than a snack-I mean, singer, to provide a proper band.”
I wrote this yesterday for my own birthday. I didn’t really go into this with much of a plan, this story is 99% just me freestyling and whipping out some self-indulgent nonsense involving Leona Kingscholar and his appetite. It came out to about 4000 words, which is relatively short for MY stories on here. XD Hopefully you all will enjoy it.
Living at the Ramshackle Dorm had, you thought, left you almost impervious to surprises. The 999 Happy Haunts who inhabited the old manor house had tried nearly every trick up their capes to spook you and shock you, and after dealing with so many dark mages for so long – facing demigods and fairy princes along the way – you didn’t think much could startle you.
Today, you were going to be proven wrong.
You sighed with some relief, removing your obligatory birthday sash and letting it drape over the arm-rest of the sofa as he leaned back and closed your eyes. Back in your homeworld, you had never really been much of a party person. You had never much cared for crowds, even among people you knew well; part of the joy of being one of only two (living) beings who called Ravenswood Manor home was that you were able to find privacy and peace fairly easily. However, despite not being a mage, and despite being so lonely there, your friends and the school itself had gone to a great deal of trouble to provide you with a party.
You smiled wearily as you eyed the streamers and other decorations strung about your ground floor rooms. A huge banner reading “Happy Birthday…!” and followed by your name was hung over the fireplace, and piled up next to the spot where you’d installed your television and other such things was a stack of presents you had gotten from all your friends.
Ace had given you a set of playing cards and poker chips, winking as he promised to give you a chance to put them to use. Deuce, meanwhile, had been much more sensible, purchasing some cooking apparel he knew you could put to good use. Riddle Rosehearts, meanwhile, brought you some cherry tarts he and Trey had made together. Cater Diamond also appeared, and had bought a new external drive for your laptop computer.
“I would have gotten you a new phone,” Cater had smiled. “But I didn’t think you needed one. Speaking of, BIRTHDAY SELFIE! COME ON OVER HERE…!”
Idia hadn’t stayed for the party, but his brother Ortho had been happy to pop in. The two had pitched their cash together to buy you a new game system, along with a new game to play on it. Idia had personally sent a birthday card, as well; according to Ortho, his hands had been shaking so much trying to figure out what to write in it, he thought his brother’s fingers might fall off.
All Idia had written in the card was, “Have a nice day,” probably because he had freaked out at the thought of saying anything else. Poor dear.
Somebody – you weren’t sure who – had very, VERY wisely remembered to invite Malleus Draconia, who came with Silver. Silver spent most of the party sleeping, but Malleus had been kind enough to bestow a gift of his own, in the form of a leatherbound edition of The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe.
Naturally, Kalim had shown up, tugging Jamil along behind him. Each had a different gift to give: Kalim had brought a VERY expensive looking carpet, done in the ornate styling of his homeland.
“It’s been in my family for…um…uh…” he had paused to try and count the years on his fingers…and eventually ran out of fingers AND toes to count on. “…A very, very long time! Like…SUPER long! I thought it might look nice in your bedroom or the ballroom or something! It’s, uh…it’s not too much, is it?”
Gods bless that Baby Otter. He needed so many hugs.
Jamil’s gift had been much more reserved: a mancala game box, which he had presented all while trying not to blush under his black hood.
Vil had stopped by for a short while; he’d only stayed briefly, claiming the “decadent atmosphere of your gloomy domicile” would mess up his hairdo. (Go figure.) However, he had kindly brought you a gift in the form of custom-made suit of clothes he had ordered from his own personal tailor: some of the finest and most formal wear you had ever seen in your life.
“Now you can actually look halfway presentable, instead of resembling a half-baked potato, next time there’s a big event,” he had smiled, as if he had been doing you a tremendous favor.
Well. With clothes like this, you weren’t going to argue or complain.
Azul had stopped for a brief “hello and goodbye” visit; he actually wanted to stay longer – Floyd, who had been with him, seemed particularly sad he couldn’t stay and squeeze his favorite “Little Shrimp” half to death all afternoon and evening…and in his case, that phrase was probably literal – but the Mostro Lounge was open that day, and he didn’t want to leave Jade in charge of things alone for TOO long at the office. The octopus man had brought you a bracelet covered in small seashells: simple, but surprisingly sweeter than you had expected.
Floyd, meanwhile…he just hugged you.
“What’s a better present for Shrimpy than a nice, tight SQUEEZE from their bestest, most favorite eel-person…riiiiiiight?”
The safety of your spine and lungs demanded you agree and hug Floyd back.
Ruggie and Jack had been among the first to show up. The latter had brought a hastily-wrapped DVD: a movie entitled “The Wolf of Pumpkin Hollow.”
“I didn’t get this because I actually care,” he had clarified, looking everywhere but at your face and scratching the back of his white-eared head. “Just…everyone else would have thought it was rude if I didn’t get you something. Not that it matters what they think! Just…didn’t want to have to put up with it.”
He was such a puppy. He truly was.
Not only was Ruggie one of the first to arrive, he turned out to be THE first to give you your gift: a box of doughnuts. All glazed.
“My grandma used to tell me: ‘Ruggie, get people the same kinds of gifts you’d want them to get you.’ Well, I can’t think of much I want more than doughnuts!” he sang out with an innocent smile.
“You just wanted to have some to eat yourself, didn’t you?” you couldn’t help but smirk.
Ruggie had gasped, seemingly offended…only to eventually ask if he could have some.
The four remaining doughnuts – which you had to sneak away while the hyena wasn’t looking – were now on a plate in your fridge. You’d eat them later.
Others had come and gone throughout the day; none of them had gifts to bring, but they had been happy to pop in, give well-wishes, and enjoy the party for a while. Now, however, all the guests were gone; even Grim had left, as you had asked him for some alone time that night. He and the gang from Heartslabyul were going to have a sleepover as a result. Despite the smile on your face as you looked over at your gifts, there was a hint of sadness to your expression.
The one person whose presence you’d been looking forward to most hadn’t come. You’d asked his dorm-mates if they knew where he was or what he was doing, but none of them told you. Most of them very clearly had no clue…except for Ruggie. You got the feeling he DID know, he just wasn’t telling.
Honestly, that didn’t settle your mind much. Your smile faded completely, and you closed your eyes once more, sighing through your nose…this time with a hint of despondency.
Had he forgotten it was your birthday? Was he with somebody else right now? Maybe he was sleeping somewhere, like the big, lazy kit he was…some part of you – you couldn’t tell what part – kind of hoped that was all it was. He probably wasn’t hurt or sick…if he had been you’d think Ruggie would have told you…
You glanced out the window. Evening was turning into night. You huffed softly through your nostrils, and stretched a bit where you sat. The party had worn you out more than you thought. You shook your head to clear it of your more perturbing thoughts, and began to wonder if you should just get to bed early tonight…
A knock came at the door, jolting you to a more attentive state. You stood up from the ouch and headed out through the hall to the foyer. You wondered who it was…had one of the guests left something behind?
As you approached the door, you adjusted your pristine white suit – another obligatory item for those celebrating a birthday at Night Raven College – which must have made whoever was on the other side impatient: they knocked again.
“One moment, I’m here!” you called out, and opened the door. “Who’s-?”
You froze, the word “there” dying before it ever reached your larynx. The first thing your eyes took in was the familiar, dimly-glowing pair of green ones staring back at you, as well as the dark mane and leonine ears and tail that accompanied their owner. A scar was slashed across one of the two eyes.
The second thing – and the one that truly made you freeze – was the ENORMOUS, bare belly that was only inches away from you. The skin was tanned and smooth and supple-looking, the organ swollen to the size of a large watermelon, and only slightly less taut. The navel looked like the center of a maelstrom, drawing your attention towards that bloated gut as it let out a deep, burbling rumble…just before a black-clad hand slapped over it, hiding it from sight.
At the same time, another hand suddenly scooped itself under your chin…and you found your head being tilted up, your eyes now locking on a pair of perfect-looking, velvety lips…which then parted to reveal a gaping, red mouth, dripping with saliva and framed by two rows of pointed, pearly fangs.
You barely had time to take in the view of this glistening, slimy orifice…before your ears rang and your nose crinkled as two words were burped up. Right in your face.
“HAAAAPPY…BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP-DAY!”
The belch was followed by a light sigh and a chuckle as Leona Kingscholar patted his stomach proudly. It jiggled at his touch. He smirked as he took in your expression: a loopy, flushed look was on your face. You were swaying so much that if he removed his hand from under your chin at that moment, you might have just toppled over.
“Hm-hm-hmmm…did you like that?” he purred, smoothly.
You nodded dumbly, still smiling a loopy, dazed smile as the sound reverberated in your ears, and your nose tingled from the lingering odor of the lion’s gut gas: a strong, heady, meaty smell that twined through the pockets of your gray matter, practically putting you in a trance for several long seconds.
Finally, you found your voice.
“…Where have you been?”
“Preparing your present,” Leona said, as if that should have been obvious, and gently nudged you back as he entered the house and swaggered past you. With every step, his hips swung, and you found your blush seemed to be permanent as you watched them rock and sway as he strutted towards the living room. You followed him as if a leash had been tied ‘round your neck, and watched as he flopped onto your couch, gut sloshing with every little motion of his form. He was dressed in his usual clothes, but his gut was so massive it caused his mustard-colored shirt to ride up, exposing his belly to the world.
The lion demi growled as he reached down; his waistband was still buttoned up, and clearly it was causing him discomfort. His fingers fumbled for the belt buckle…and he frowned as he couldn’t quite get it to cooperate.
“Tch. Figures,” he grumbled. “After that entrance…pain in my ass…”
The familiar phrase snapped you out of your stupor, and you chuckled, rolling your eyes. You sat down next to your princely boyfriend, and shooed his hands away. He frowned, growling indignantly, but allowed you to fiddle with his buckle, and finally managed to work it off…
POPK!
ZZZRRRIIIP!
GUHBLORLSH!
Leona let out a sound between a sigh and a grunt as – the moment the buckle was released – his trouser button gave up the ghost, popping open as the zipper flew down, the sheer weight and pressure of his belly forcing them open. He sighed as his belly poured into his lap like a mass of mocha-colored dough, wobbling as it noisily burbled.
“UUUUUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOOAAAARRRRRRRP!” he belted out. “Oof…that felt good…”
You blushed bright red, helpless to do anything but nod; you were already starting to tremble at so many…APPEALING things happening all at once.
Leona smirked anew as he noticed your expression, leaning back a little further against the sofa cushions as his scarred eye flashed with a superior gleam.
“You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”
“How much did you eat?” you asked, marveling at the size of his belly as you fingers fidgeted and twitched, looking for something to do. You suddenly felt a little parched…
“Mmmmm…not enough,” Leona growled, and grinned wider, revealing his pointed teeth. “I could fit more in there, I’m sure…”
He licked his lips in a sultry, almost inviting way. You couldn’t keep yourself from letting out a shaky, shuddering sound as you shivered, a mixture of warmth and cold flickering across your spine. Leona chuckled – his gut bounced with his mirth, and tilted his head back with a sigh.
“Ahhhhhh…went to my favorite buffet and helped myself,” he elaborated as he gave his belly a few hearty slaps. “Pure meat, every ounce.”
You nodded slowly, dumbly. Leona snorted through his nose, raising an eyebrow as he saw you openly ogle his stomach.
“Hmph. Are you just gonna stare at it all night, Herbivore?” he grunted. He waited till you looked up at him before going on: “Go ahead. It’s not gonna rub itself.”
Your heartbeat quickened and you smiled widely. Leona grimaced and snarled.
“Oi…just rub, don’t gimme those eyes…you look like that brat back home…”
You chuckled – it was hard not to giggle, honestly – and gratefully helped yourself to your “present.” Your hands quickly fell over Leona’s bloated gut as he stretched his arms over the back of the couch. You scooted closer, and quivered at the intense warmth of the half-lion’s greedy, globular gut. Your palms and fingers began to lightly run across his girth, stroking his belly, just to get a feel of the texture and temperature. His flesh was silky-smooth, making it so hard to resist just pressing your face against it and nuzzling into his belly…
You did resist though. At least for the moment. Instead, your fingers began to knead and massage the belly of your beau, pressing down onto the thick soup you could feel churning away inside his bowels. You prodded experimentally, almost as if trying to distinguish each bit of food from the next…but there was no way you could. Whatever Leona had gobbled up was now little more than a uniform mush being swirled about by his strong stomach muscles. His insides warbled and rumbled, as if in response to your ministrations.
Leona sighed, closing his eyes and savoring the way you massaged his distended tanker. In truth, the lazy lion didn’t need much of an excuse to stuff himself…but you didn’t care that much. Whether he did this for himself, or for you, as he claimed, the end result was the same.
“Mmmmm…that’s it…keep it up,” he mumbled.
“Wasn’t planning on stopping,” you said, more to yourself than him, but he snickered anyway.
“Heh heh…good. Prey like you should be happy to have a chance like this,” he said, and playfully patted your cheek, causing your blush to intensify. A spike of ego shot up in you, and you purposefully pressed down harder against his stomach. It let out a HUMONGOUS groan, and Leona’s eyes widened and his cheeks ballooned…before he let out another sloppy, rumbling belch.
“BUUUUUUUHHHHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRRRLLLLLLLUUUUUUP! Haaah…oi. Not so rough,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at you, tail lashing and thumping against the sofa cushions.
“Sorry,” you smiled innocently. “You had so much hot air in there, it clearly had to be let out.”
Leona’s eyes narrowed further.
“I could turn you into dust right here and right now,” he said, warningly.
“I guess you could,” you said, smoothly, and then traced a finger around the rim of his deep, dark trench of a navel.
The effect was instantaneous. Leona tensed up for a second, inhaling sharply through his teeth…then sighed and relaxed, all but melting into his seat, eyes fluttering closed again as he purred louder than ever. You smirked triumphantly, as you stuck your finger into his navel and wiggled it around a bit.
“Still want to turn me into dust?” you teased.
Leona could only moan. He moaned even louder as you cupped one hand on the underside of his belly: the softest, warmest, most sensitive portion of his abdomen. You gently rubbed your hand against them, and traced your fingers over his sides. You could hear his toes curl in his boots; his tail you could SEE curl into a spiral shape as he bit his lip with pleasure.
“I’ll take that as a no,” you observed, a dreamy sort of sigh upon your lips as you were honestly enjoying this just as much as he was, a fact you made clear you when you half-consciously murmured: “You’re so SOFT…”
“Mmmm…I’ll be softer once it’s all digested,” Leona mumbled. “Vargas is probably gonna complain…think he’d pester me about that stuff if I ate ‘im?”
“I think if you ate Coach Vargas, you’d just get a bellyache,” you said, not wanting to add that someone as egotistical as Leona eating someone as showboating as Vargas probably meant all the weight would to his head…
…Cracks like that weren’t funny, and could get you bitten. The second part you didn’t mind as much as one might think, to be fair.
…You really needed to see a shrink…
Leona just scoffed, unaware of your thoughts as you continued to rub and massage his belly. You gave the side of his belly a few hearty thumps, watching the way his belly shifted and jiggled like a water balloon. His stomach groaned and churned rhythmically, squelches and squeals of liquid being compressed and stirred echoing just beneath the luscious skin of the half-lion prince. It sounded like a huge vat of semi-solid mash being pumped and processed in a factory…a sound some might have considered nauseating, but you just bit your lip, rubbing and kneading more vigorously as you heard pockets of gas being released.
As you kneaded and pressed down, Leona would BELCH and BURP periodically. Each was short and low, which only made you rub his gut more vigorously. He gave you a bored sort of look as he realized what you were doing.
“Didn’t get enough to drink at your party, did you, you thirsty little Herbivore?”
“Not even close,” you responded, without skipping a beat.
Leona rolled his eyes, and held up a finger in a “one moment” gesture. He then curled that same finger down, balling that hand into a fist…and pumped his fist against his chest once, twice, thrice…before unleashing a true wall-rattler, which flapped his lips and made him go crosseyed.
“GYYYYUUUUUHHHHHEEEEERRRRRWWWOOOOAAAAARRRRRIIIIIPLK!”
Leona sighed as the eruption came to an end, and snorted as you squeaked at the sound.
“Happy now?” he drawled boredly.
“Very,” you peeped, patting his belly thankfully.
Leona rolled his eyes as he scratched the side of his gut with his leather-tipped fingers, making it slosh under your palm. You quivered. His lips quirked.
“Tch. You’re such a snack,” he muttered. “It’s amazing nobody’s already gobbled you up…”
“Just lucky so far, I guess,” you shrugged, and scratched his belly with your own fingers.
Leona let out a non-committal rumble…then smirked a bit.
“We could fix that, you know,” he purred in a slippery, sly way.
You froze, and looked up at him slowly, a little confused and slightly apprehensive. Leona smiled back, eyes half-lidded; the dominant, powerful, but affectionately amused smile that always left you shivering for all the right reasons. Then, one of his his hands lifted, and cupped your cheek. He brushed a thumb against it, and you smiled gently back…
…Just before that same hand slid forward, and wrapped around the back of your head.
“Here,” he growled, commandingly, as he began to force you downwards. “Listen. Feel.”
You didn’t have much choice, and it wasn’t as if you would disobey if you could. You surrendered easily as he eased you down against his belly, pressing your head down and holding it firmly, curling his hand so one of your was right above his navel. You felt your chest flutter as the warmth of his body was now right up against your face, and the deep, thick GRRRROOOOLLLLLLG sounds of his ever-hungry belly echoed in your ear like rolling thunder. You stayed perfectly still; time and place seemed to fade into nothingness. All that mattered was the moment: you were hypnotized by his belly, barely conscious of anything. He started speaking, but it took you a few seconds to realize what he was even saying.
“…I’d you’d like it, huh?” were the first words you made out, followed by still more: “I could swallow you alive, Herbivore. You’d slither right down my throat, curl up in my stomach…and never come out. I’d just fall asleep, and let you stay there. It wouldn’t have to hurt: one big burp, and your air would be history. Then, you’d go straight to my hips…my thighs…my ass…even my belly. Every part of me you love most.”
He paused, purring as his stomach let out a greedy, longing rumble.
“How does that sound for your birthday, Herbivore?” he crooned. “How would you like to spend your birthday – your LAST birthday – turning into more of the body you’re so in love with. To be the snack you’re supposed to be. To spend the rest of eternity as just a part of me.”
None of these were spoken as questions. You shivered and let out a whimpering sound – not necessarily one of fear, either – as you heard him lick and smack his lips. He leaned down and sniffed at you, purring in the back of his throat.
“Mmmmmmm…I could make that happen. Right here. Right now.”
You bit your lip; as his stomach rumbled, you closed your eyes. You could picture yourself inside of there…partially submerged in acid and bubbling goo…embraced on every side by his powerful muscles…hearing him belch with satisfaction above and around you…rubbing over you as you were steadily digestedinside of him…
You took longer than most people probably would before speaking.
“I know you could,” you said, very softly, then added, “Maybe someday you will.”
Leona blinked…then puffed with amusement, his smile growing slightly more affectionate as he ran his fingers through your hair the way a cat might.
“Not ready to make this birthday your last, huh?”
You opened one eye and carefully shook your head.
“If it means next year I could get one as good as this, or better, definitely not,” you responded, without skipping a beat.
Leona clucked his tongue, and removed his hand, letting it rest against the back of the sofa. He chuffed as your remained where you were, despite no longer being forced down.
“Kinky little morsel,” he mumbled.
“Guilty,” you responded in a slightly muffled voice as you freely nuzzled his abdomen, smirking as he purred anew, clearly enjoying it.
Leona chuckled, and nudged you, indicating he wanted you to look up at him again. You did…and watched as his cheeks ballooned with gas as he caught a particularly low, gassy burp in his mouth…
“HHHHRRRRMMMMLLLLRRRRPH…phoosh.”
…Before blowing the residual fumes into your face, almost like a kiss. You nearly fainted dead away.
Leona grinned.
“Good?” was all he said.
“Marry me now.”
Leona barked out a laugh and gave your hair a ruffling, then shut his eyes and reclined peacefully once more.
“Get back to rubbing, meat,” he growled. “Or I might just swallow you whether you want it or not. Don’t let your gift go to waste.”
You smiled and eagerly got back to work, kissing and nuzzling and rubbing his belly worshipfully, without any sign of restraint.
Leona’s purring heightened as you pampered his plumpened middle.
“Mmmmm…happy birthday, Herbivore,” he growled. “Maybe next year, I’ll add you to my hips…”
At the rate things were going…that was starting to sound like a promise more than anything else.
If so…you could hardly wait till next year.
THIS IS NOT MY WRITING. ONCE AGAIN, THIS WAS A SUBMISSION SENT BY AN ANONYMOUS USER.
Apparently, in this case, the user has been going through some tough times in classes at school, and has been dealing with less than stellar reactions from their family as a result, and this was written partially as a “vent fic” in response to that. I felt giving the full backstory was a bit too personal, but to the user, I just want to say I hope things get better...and trust me, the global situation has ALL of us on edge. :P
Anyway, thank you to the writer of this little piece, and here’s hoping some of you enjoy their work below! :)
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“Mmmmmmmm…. Mmm, mmm, mmmh! Shrimpy, that meal was sooooo goooood!” You peeled your eyes away from your boyfriend’s stomach and gazed into half-lidded eyes. His olive and gold eyes slowly turned to you in a slow, lethargic manner as he rested a hand upon his bloated abdomen, a smirk appearing on his face. His stomach jutted out a solid two feet, filled to the brim with the random dishes you made that evening. Having barged into your kitchen with a small grim and downcast eyes, you were originally hesitant to share these peculiar and possibly nasty meals. With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed your concern and chucked his science goggles into the living room. He beamed at the bowl of flavorful succotash, moaned in ecstasy at the couscous salad, squealed at your shrimp and cheese ravioli, (“These little shrimp are almost as good as my little Shrimp!”) and raised an eyebrow at your attempted Takoyaki. (“You forgot the pickled ginger,” he said before dumping the other half of the plate into his mouth.)
Noting your earlier gaze at his stomach, he stretched his arms, pushing out his already-bloated belly. It churned and blorbled with incredible intensity, sending shivers down your spine. He thumped it once, twice, thrice, and the sound reminded you of smacking a ripe watermelon.
“BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Oh, my poor tummy… Shrimpy-chan, you filled my poor belly with too much food!” He whined as he leaned back on the couch. You raised an eyebrow.
“Oh really? Last I recall, you did seem excited to devour every single scrap and speck on the plates. Was that you, me, or your poor wittle tummy?” Floyd put a hand on his chest, and his stomach burbled lowly, as if also thinking.
Guooooouurn…
“Nope! It was you! Little Shrimpy shouldn’t have made the food so so good!”
“Nah, I think it was just you and your tummy,” you said with a firm pat on his belly.
GUWoOoOOrN!
Floyd pouted before deviously raising an eyebrow. “Hm, does Shrimpy-chan want to know what my tummy thinks?”
The heat in your cheeks answered that question for you. Before you could protest (not that you would), he leaned in close and opened his mouth wide. His unusual pointy teeth glistened in the pale light while his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Strands of saliva seemed to hold the mouth together as his throat beckoned you to the great beyond.
Or perhaps it was summoning something from the great beyond…
BWEE-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!
Your eyes widened as you were blasted with an assault of stomach gas reeking of garlic, octopus, turkey (you assumed it was from the salad), and that unavoidable fishy gut-smell that was simply Floyd. When the belch finally tapered off, you could hear Floyd giggling like a schoolgirl in the background.
“Teeheeheehee! Shrimpy’s face is all red!”
You took subtle but deep inhales at his intestinal concoction before a dopy smile spread across your face.
“I suppose that means your stomach enjoy the food?”
“Immensely,” Floyd sighed as he reclined once more. You placed a hand on his cream-colored flesh and massaged the organ.
“Ooooh, little shriiimp…” Floyd moaned, his toes curling in glee. “That feels so goood…” You smiled as his eyelids shut, no longer clouded with the despondency plaguing them earlier. With one hand kneading and prodding, you felt your own eyelids drooping, ready to join him in the land of -
“OOH OOH OOH! I ALMOST FORGOT!”
You gasped and whip your head up. Floyd looked down at you, eyes wide and glimmering with titillation. “I forgot about him!” He leapt off the couch and took several large steps to his coat resting on the armchair. He threw it off and revealed a long, skinny, brown box. He giggled and jumped back on the sofa, completely waking you up.
“Open it, open it!” You did, and almost squealed.
“Floyd… Is that a snake?”
“Yup, a corn snake!”
“… Floyd?”
“Yeah?”
“How and why did you get a snake?”
“Well, Striped Beakfish made me clean out his cage as punishment for… Getting a C in his class.” His eyes widened, pupils shrinking in pinprick proportions.
“So I waited until he left while I cleaned the accursed cage. Then I stuck him in that box. I’m going to teach Striped Beakfish not to mess with me.” His hands twitched, and you tittered as you pried the box away.
“So, uh, what do you intend to do with it?” With that, he relaxed and blinked.
The mischievous grin didn’t help you relax.
“Eat it!”
Of course he would.
The snake was either asleep or apathetic as ginger hands pulled the creature out of the box. It stuck out its tongue but otherwise made no move. You couldn’t help but compare the constriction tendencies between the two creatures. Floyd opened its mouth and exhaled slowly.
“AhhhhhhHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!”
He blinked; even he didn’t expect that one. He giggled and lowered the very-unimpressed snake towards its mouth. All the while, you kept your eyes glued to the show. He raised an eyebrow and winked.
Oh boy.
He placed the snake’s head on his tongue and gave a loud
SULLLLURP!
With the one slurp, he managed to get a third of the reptile into his mouth. You gasped, and he couldn’t help but slurp slower to prolong the show.
GULurk!
His stomach had other ideas.
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRLLLLLLPH!
A crude, bassy, pungent belch reverberated in his puffed-up cheeks, which he swallowed back down, giving the descending snake a double preview of what was to come. Your insides heated and twisted as you imagined yourself in the snake’s place.
SUWULP!
His throat obtained a mild bulge as the reptile crept towards its doom. You assumed it sensed its dangerous environment because its tail thrashed madly. This made Floyd’s golden eye glow with giddy excitement as he gave a final powerful
SULUUURP!
GUULUUCK!
And sent the snake to its dark, dungey doom.
“Pah…” Your eel boyfriend sank deep into the couch, caressing his agitated belly. It quivered and roared in anger, now having to deal with yet another addition.
“So… Full…”
You placed a hand on his belly once more without a moment’s hesitation. He whimpered and groaned as you kneaded out a few gurgly, wet burps. As ‘exciting’ as it was, you knew it wasn’t giving Floyd the relief he was desperately seeking.
“Bu-HUuuuUuUuUUUUuuUUURLk… Ugh, so f-fuuuul…” His golden eye flickered dully as he rested a hand ontop of yours. You blushed and grinned before finding an especially taut spot. You pushed.
Hard.
His eye flickered before growing dim. Both of them widened as you saw a bulge rising up his throat. His face took on a sickly green hue. You came closer, worry etched on your face.
Easily the longest, loudest, and most certainly the rankest belch of the night rocketed out of his body. The odorus aroma of peppers, onions, cheese, octopus, old fish, and the general smell of guts permeated the air as it roared on for a whopping dozen seconds.
And he did it point blank in your face.
He collapsed with a languid groan, cross-eyed from relief.
“Oh my gooosh, that felt gooooood…”
You didn’t bother trying to fix your disheveled hair, too busy cataloging the odor haunting the living room. Floyd chuckled as he licked a few grains of couscous off your face.
“Ah, but Shrimpy-chan is still the tastiest one of all…”
You flopped back on the sofa with him, and he drops an arm around your shoulder. You gazed up at him. His eyelids were slowly drooping closed once more.
“Thank you… So much… For everything, Little Shrimp.”
“Anytime, Floyd. You may have a C in Science, but you have a solid A+ in Boyfriend Material.” His face softened as he gave you a genuine smile.
Which came closer…
And closer…
And closer…
Until….
HUUUUUR-GLUU-UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRK!
He blasted one more raunchy, wet belch into your face, speckling it with drool.
“Sleep well, my Little Shrimp,” he cooed as he licked your face once more. He smiled against your cheek
#critical role
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#the amazing digital circus
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