You can call me UOP / Passion. Iâve lurked here for a while, and decided to finally make an account. I also have an AO3 account, its over here if youâre interested. Some of my works there are registered only but donât worry, theyâll be public here!
If you didnât see already, I write vore stuff. My favorite fandoms are FNF and Tankmen, but theyâre ever-changing so I might write something else from time to time!
Feel free to send any requests if youâve got story ideas. The worst thing I can do is say no! If I do, then I appreciate the suggestion nonetheless!
Today is Pico Day, and instead of writing something for it I'm writing this announcement. Unfortunately there will be no Pico Day story and probably none for Vore Day either.
That is because as of today, I am officially retiring from writing vore and most likely FNF as well. There are many reasons for this but the main reason is a general lack of time. I would like to focus on real life and my own health which writing has distracted me from. Since about February I have had no interest in FNF and my interest in vore has also been waning.
My account here will remain up but probably won't be active (not that it is already). I may post on AO3 but it will not be FNF and theres a very low chance it will be vore. For a while I have been thinking about this and now is the time to make it 100% transparent. My discord will still be active for anyone who has it. Thank you to anyone who enjoys my works even after all these months.
Merry Christmas, happy new year, or whatever else you celebrate. I've still been on hiatus but my activity will pick back up soon, don't worry! Expect something out before Valentine's Day at the latest. As I mentioned before I have class now so I actually have a life instead of letting writing consume me (lol).
On a more positive note my goal for 2021 was to try and find a specific scenario for me to fall back on whenever I was feeling uninspired. Given how many Pico / Captain pairings I've written...I'd say I did that lol? I don't have a specific thing for 2022 except for trying a new writing style. We'll see how it goes.
Lastly, its a work in progress, but I have social media contacts if anyone is interested. I have a twitter but I'm not quite ready for that to go public just yet so just PM me and I'll give you the link. Who knows if I'll actually use it for anything though. More importantly I have a (separate, for anyone who already has it) discord account, same thing as the twitter, PM me for my tag. Come and say hi!
Good morning (or afternoon...or evening...) everyone! I am currently on my break period. Happy turkey day to all Americans out there. Unfortunately I do not have a story to show today, but ideally there will be one by December. I've been taking a small break from writing and its been good for my future creativity juices. Rest assured, I'll be back before the year is done!
(Itâs Corporal Johnâs birthday! Were this not me writing, he mightâve actually had a fun time.)
So this was originally written to be for Captainâs birthday, and then someone told me that the anniversary of fnf was also yesterday?? You can say this counts for both of them. I was supposed to actually follow up on the cliffhanger from the previous story, but instead I felt like finally giving Keith a chance in the limelight. I have literally never written Keith as a main character so this was something new instead of simping over Pico. Unfortunately, he often plays third fiddle to both Pico and Cherry whenever I get an idea. Today that changes!
Also, this will probably be my last story for a while. I donât want to say for the entire year because that is potentially a stretch, but Iâm more busy lately and will need time not writing about Captain getting eaten. Iâll probably try to push one more out around November / December break and thatâll be it for 2020. Hereâs to hope for more stories soon!
Also also, no tags today because Iâm lazy.
When you live in a military zone, every day meshes and blends together. Tankmen Territory was no exception to this - there weren't really many things to do in the harsh desert landscape. That also wasnât mentioning the lack of basic personal space, respect, and general common courteousness that was expected in any other place. Any common outsiders would find the place an awful living residence.
But Corporal John didnât care about âcommon outsiders.â Especially not on a very particular day, only for him to truly enjoy. To be honest, he wasnât the type for birthdays - he found celebrations for them to be unnecessarily cheesy at best. Nonetheless, it was the one time per year where he could take a break and not have to worry about his menâs incompetence. To Captain, this was his special day of relaxation...
âPico! Pico! I said, PICO! Have you brought my present yet?â
...Well, mostly relaxation.
Pico rolled his eyes, looking up from his phone to glare at the grumbling military leader. All of the impatient complaining wasnât appreciated in the slightest. Literal hours had passed since the black-haired man arrived to wish his friend happy birthday, yet Captainâs childish whining never once ceased for more than a minute or two since then. To be honest, it was funny for the first half hour or so - he even laughed occasionally. But by now, Pico was getting really tired of it.
"Iâm right here Johnny, you donât have to yell. Iâll give you your gift once the others are here, alright?â Clearly, that answer wasnât satisfactory, as hinted by Captainâs glare becoming a tinge angrier.
âWhy the fuck would I wait for those idiots? This doesnât involve them!â
âWell, you donât know that,â Pico pointed out in the calmest tone he could currently manage. âCherry and Keith might be involved in the surprise too. You never know until it happens.â
At the response, Captain muttered something indiscernible. Although Pico being correct wasnât a rare occurrence, Corporal John still disliked when the man had a point. Thankfully, there was no smug grin to match along with the words, but it was humiliating enough without that. The prideful army leader absolutely detested being wrong about anything, subjective topic or not. Given that today was his birthday, having the wrong stance on something and being called out for it stung even more.
âYeah, whatever...â
Noticing his friendâs annoyance, Pico put his phone down. He walked over to the miffed tankman, gently patting him on the shoulder. âCome on Johnny, donât be like that. Why donât you shower to pass the time?â
Captain actually stopped to think about the suggestion. Hygiene was normally a tertiary concern, truthfully. Any soldier knows that warzones and cleanliness simply do not mix. Regardless, the recommendation wasnât an awful one for passing the time. It wasnât like there was much else to do here besides ordering around his men. Although Corporal John would typically leap at any chance to bully his incompetent underlings, today was the one âpeace dayâ he got for the entire year. Not cherishing it wouldâve been foolish.
âYou do have a good point...â the military general mumbled to himself. After more deliberation, his mind was made up. âAlright, Iâll go shower. Youâve convinced me.â
True to his words, Captain got up to leave the room. Pico sighed in relief once the sweet gift of stillness filled the room. Unfortunately, the tranquility was short lived, as it was promptly interrupted by Captain peeking his head through the door.
âIf your cronies arenât back by the time Iâm out, then go get them for me. Iâm not doing fetch quests on my birthday.â With those last snarky words said, the snobby military leader finally left his friend alone, shutting the door behind him.
Having no prissy Captain to yell at him anymore, Pico went back to relaxing. Silenceâs warm embrace was thoroughly enjoyable, considering heâd had to deal with the fussy Corporal John for hours. Birthday or not, nobody wanted to hear or endure his complaints, and especially not over a long timeframe. Even one of his closest friends was bound to get fed up with it before too long.
Pico was about to take a short nap, but his gaze returned to the door when he heard footsteps approaching. That was the fastest shower ever... he thought, then realized that the water from the bathroom was still running. Just as he realized who it was, the door flew open, confirming that it was his previously mentioned âcronies,â along with Steve.
âH-hello, Pico.â The small soldier stepped in first, giving Pico a nervous grin. Pico returned the smile, knowing how meek Steve could be when they were in the same room. He wasnât bothered by it, of course - there wasnât a long list of people who didnât find his mere presence to be intimidating.
âSorry we took so long.â Keith entered next, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. âCherry forgot her elixir on the way here. And I think we all know what happens when she doesnât take her anti-hunger potion...â
All four of them shuddered, none of them willing to open that can of worms.
âAnywayâŚâ Cherry started, wanting to change the topic as soon as possible. âWhere is the Corporal? Itâs his birthday, I thought he would be here.â
âHeâs taking a shower. Heâll be back soon. Come in and have a seat, alright?â
The trio did as they were told, having a natural instinct to obey their âcommander.â Although Steveâs leader was Captain, in reality his leader was Pico. He exhibited more control over the small soldier in one month than Corporal John ever did in years. Cherry and Keith meanwhile, were submissive, passive even. After the initial awkward first meeting, they ended up being ridiculously easy to control. Perhaps the duo enjoyed being ordered around, or Pico just had an aura that demanded obedience.
For a few minutes, the four minus Keith discussed whatever came to mind. The black-haired man (with a green stripe in his hair) had left midway through the discussion, wanting to go get something to eat before Corporal John arrived. The quartet turned trio continued their conversation, until their casual chatter was promptly ruined by Captain bursting into the room. All of the people already present turned to face him awkwardly. An uneasy quiet fell over the room.
âHappy birthday, Sir Corporal. / HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAPTAIN!â
The silence was promptly shattered by Cherry and Steve, the latter yelling so loud that Pico and Corporal John had to cover their ears.
âEhm...thank you.â Captain replied awkwardly. âWe can start the party now, right? Iâll get the cake-â
Captain cut himself off once he realized one very important detail. He looked at Cherry to confirm his suspicion, then nodded. âWhereâs glowsdick?â
Cherry snarled angrily upon hearing Keith get badmouthed when he wasnât here to defend himself. She opened her mouth to retort, only to be cut off by Pico.
âHeâs in the kitchen, eating food or some shit. Iâll get him.â Before anyone could say anything, Pico zoomed out of the room. What he expected to see when he walked into the kitchen was Keith stuffing his face with sweets.
Instead, he was greeted with the sight of the man chugging down the last drop of liquid from a very special multicolored drink. More specifically, the mysterious Heartâs Desire potion. Keith paused, having been caught in the act, then slowly put the now empty bottle down. Normally the sight wouldnât bother Pico, but in this case, he felt like screaming out loud out of frustration, for two reasons.
One, the drink was meant to be for Captain, not Keith. Pico wasnât dumb, he saw Corporal John occasionally snooping at his (stolen) book: The Heartâs Desire Collection. It was the only book that he willingly read and didnât quit halfway through. In many ways, getting the real Heartâs Desire potion that the book described in vivid detail was (or rather, wouldâve been) the perfect present.
Two, and more importantly, Heartâs Desire had some...interesting effects. Effects that Keith wouldnât be able to handle at all for someone who had never taken the potion before. Captain at least had some form of self control. On the contrary, Keith had a tendency to willingly get into bad situations basically every week. There was no doubting that an intoxicated Keith would have no qualms about ruining Corporal Johnâs birthday party.
âWhatâs up?â Keith snapped Pico back into reality by speaking up. The latterâs expression had a sense of urgency to it, which made the former concerned. âIs something wrong? Was this drink yours? I-Iâm sorry, you usually put your name on the bottle, and this one wasnât labeled, so I-I thought I could have itâŚâ
Pico stepped forward, his piercing glare going straight through Keith. âHush. That potion was supposed to be for Johnny. It was his gift from me to him. But never mind that, I can just get another one. More importantlyâŚâ His voice softened to a friendly one. âAre you alright?â
Keith simply raised an eyebrow. He shuffled a bit, trying to make sure that nothing was wrong with his body. Nothing felt or seemed wrong - he felt completely fine.
âYep!â he cheerfully stated. âJeez, you had me thinking that I just drank poison or some shit. Iâm...mmm...ah-!â
Contrary to his initial belief, Keith was certainly not alright. Out of nowhere, a seemingly random aching hunger pang made him cry out in panic. His calm demeanor quickly faded, and now he became worried as well. âWhatâs h-happening?
Sighing, Pico put an arm on his friendâs shoulder. âYouâll be fine, Keith. Just a question, have you ever taken Heartâs Desire before?â
Keith blinked stupidly. âWell, my heart desires for Cherry. What does that have to do with anything?â
âI didnât mean that, you tuna brain. What I meant was, do you know what Heartâs Desire is used for?â
âOf course I do! Itâs used to...um...uhhhâŚâ Keith trailed off midway, then began laughing randomly. âEhuhu~... I feel funny~â
Meanwhile in the other room, the air was so tense that you could cut it with a knife. Neither Captain nor Cherry were particularly enthusiastic about having to converse with their former enemy. Steve found himself caught in the middle, constantly opening his mouth to try and say anything, but stopping himself every time. Thankfully, the awkwardness was temporarily resolved by Pico returning from the kitchen.
Captain almost said something snarky, before noticing something. âIs glowsdick with you? Where is he? Didnât you say-â
âShut up Johnny,â Pico snapped, then quieted down his tone. âKeith is...occupied...right now. Letâs just start without him, alright?â
Pico had expected Captain to react enthusiastically, maybe even too much so. But instead of being happy that he didnât have to celebrate with one of his former enemies, Captain merely groaned. âUghâŚDo I always have to do everything by myself?â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âIâm going to get him myself, dumbass. Isnât it obvious?â
In an instant, Picoâs mood shifted from puzzled to frantic. Quickly, he shook his head and attempted to block the door. âJohnny, I wouldnât go in there if I were youâŚâ
Generally, regardless of whether or not he wanted to admit it, Captain usually listened to Picoâs orders. After all, the man was incredibly smart, and often had fair advice. But on his birthday, Corporal John wasnât in the mood for being told what to do, not even by his best friend. Instead of heeding the manâs advice like he reasonably shouldâve, Captain shoved Pico out of the way and started to walk in the kitchenâs direction.
âWhatever.â
Dumbfounded by Captain defying his command for once, Pico stared blankly. All he did was watch as Corporal John headed towards the kitchen with an immensely wasted Keith. Only once the tankman was completely out of sight did Pico return to reality. He rolled his eyes, completely done with how stupid everyone was today.
âWhat an idiot.â
---
What an idiot.
Corporal John huffed to himself, annoyed at how his friend would dare to try and order him around on his birthday. Captain walked into the kitchen, swiftly spotting the evidently hungry Keith looking through his cabinets. The black-haired man (with a green stripe in his hair) moved aside the food that would take too long to prepare, only to find it was mostly full of random junk food. Under normal circumstances, candy would definitely sate his appetite, if only for a short amount of time.
Right now, however, Keithâs stomach was achingly empty, to the point that it nearly hurt every time it growled. His appetite was going crazy, no doubt due to chugging down the entire bottle of Heartâs Desire in such a short period. Any small foods werenât going to do - they wouldnât be able to satisfy him for a single minute. He needed something to fill up the vacancy in his gut, now.
Keith closed the refrigerator with a huff, turning and seeing his former enemy in front of him. âHeyyyy, Sir Corporal! Would you be so kind as to get me some food?â
Captain didnât even bother to hold back his cringe, both at Keithâs âcasualâ tone and how he expected any sort of generosity from him. Nonetheless, he tried to keep up a relaxed facade. âFine, Iâll get you something if itâll shut you the fuck up. Now, letâs see whatâs in here..."
Truthfully, Keith was barely listening. His brain was slowly losing connection with the rest of his body, especially his stomach. In all of his 19 years, he had never been so starved. Whatever Captain was saying quickly became unintelligible to the black-haired man (with a green stripe, but you knew that already), as his mind, now purely piloted by predatory instincts, began to inspect the tankman more closely. It was only after looking over Corporal John more did Keithâs hunger-clouded mind have an epiphany.
There was no need for Captain to get any food. He was the food.
â...Of course, you could always order some pizza from the place nearby. They fuck up orders half the time, but with how stoned you are, you probably wonât even notice your order got screwed until youâve already eaten it. HahaâŚâ
Captain laughed idiotically at his own joke, turning around to face the other man. He jumped in surprise as he found himself staring at the evidently distracted Keith. The latter had a blank expression on his face, almost like he wasnât aware of reality at all. Very few things genuinely made Corporal John nervous, but the sight of Keith being uncharacteristically inexpressive could now be added to that arbitrary list.
âUh...hey, glowsdick? Are you dead or some shit?â Captain asked sarcastically.
Keithâs response was so cold in its tone that Captain felt shivers running up his spine.
âNo. Iâm hungry. Really hungry...â
Captain gulped nervously at the words. Anyone with half a brain cell could tell what Keith was implying. Any ordinary food wasnât going to help. Evidently, the ebony-haired man wanted, or rather needed, to have someone fueling his hunger and squirming about in his empty stomach. And unfortunately, the nearest person around was Corporal John, who just wanted to enjoy a nice, peaceful birthday. Mentally, the tankman cursed his recent unlucky streak.
âNo. Donât you dare try. We are not doing this. Itâs my fuckinâ birthday! Have some dignity, glowsdick!â
Apparently Keith wasnât really listening, because instead of obeying Captainâs demand (well, more like order), he slowly crept closer to the military leader.
âNo, do not-â
Sadly for Corporal John, he never got a chance to finish his sentence. Keith practically pounced onto the army general, pinning him down onto the ground. Captain attempted to scream for Steve or Pico, only to be suddenly startled by a finger being put to his lips.
âShhâŚâ Keith whispered softly. âThereâs no need for any words. Actions speak louder, right? EheheâŚâ
Without an ounce of hesitation, Keith opened his mouth wide. Wet globs of saliva dripped down onto Captainâs face, making him groan in disgust. Before he could say anything snarky, his vision became obscured in the familiar scarlet blackness. Unlike the previous times this happened, though, his predator wasnât Pico. Not only that, but he was being eaten on his birthday! Clearly, whatever higher beings were out there enjoyed seeing him suffer.
âLET ME OUT THIS INSTANT, YOU BEEPING BITCH! IâM GOING TO REWORK YOUR INSIDES!â
Captain yelled as his face was assaulted with a barrage of licks. Any would-be threats came out pathetically from the constant sputtering every five seconds due to excess saliva getting in his mouth. Corporal John nearly struggled to breathe from how much he was hyperventilating in panic. Keith paid these protests no mind, much preferring to gather up more of his preyâs delicious taste. Never once had he gotten a chance to be on the predator side, and he was planning to enjoy every minute of it.
With every lick, Keithâs pleased moans grew louder, as did Captainâs panicked screams. One of them was in complete bliss, while the other wanted nothing more than to get out and return to his birthday celebration. Alas, the military leaderâs futile wish was quickly turning out to be nothing more than a hopeless desire. Keith barely even acknowledged the exasperated shrieks from his prey, instead preferring to focus on the burst of flavor filling his mouth.
Glrk~
The annoyingly loud gulping noise was very familiar to Captain, not that it meant he was okay with this situation in any sense of the word. Even by the umpteenth time being swallowed, he never fully adjusted to the bizarre feeling. Sticky slobber coated his head and smeared his hair back. Heâd taken hours out of his precious time to make his hair look tidy for today, and in only one minute, it was ruined...just like his entire birthday plans.
To be honest, the humiliation had to be the worst part of this. Obviously, Captain very much preferred to not be eaten. But heâd gone through it so many times that it was almost normal to be swallowed up daily. On his birthday, though, his already strict boundaries had been sufficiently crossed. Instead of eating cake and celebrating with his âfriends,â he was being devoured by one of his (somewhat former) archemies.
At the same time, unlike his prey, Keith was thoroughly enjoying himself. The delicious flavor of his adversary made him nearly melt. It was like the most sugary sweet chocolate cookies, wrapped up in a vanilla swirl. Never before had he experienced this type of pleasure and satisfaction. If heaven was real, then the entranced man was sure that heâd reached it early.
âSo good...you taste soooo goodâŚâ Glork~
Another obnoxiously wet and noisy swallow yanked in Captainâs chest, and then a subsequent smaller one pulled in the entire top half of his body. Corporal John blinked in disbelief, realizing that he was already halfway down in a matter of less than a minute. Once he snapped out of his stupeââfied trance, the military leaderâs struggles doubled in resolve. He was not prepared to be food to the beeping bitch, and especially not on his birthday!
In response to the increased squirms, Keith emitted a growl so low that Captain could feel the vibration of it. At first, Corporal John interpreted Keithâs hesitation as a subtle sign that heâd bitten off more than he could chew. Those hopes were promptly shattered when the tankman felt his legs being strongly pinned down, severely reducing any wishes of putting up a fair resistance. Any physical efforts to fight back were restricted to light kicks.
Soggy hot drool trickled down the commanderâs already drenched body, further adding to the immense discomfort that Captain was currently enduring. He gritted his teeth, mumbling a few curses under his breath. No matter how many times Corporal John had to go through the same routine of being swallowed, he never could fully embrace his incoming fate. Keithâs throat muscles pulled the military leader downward, closer to his impatiently rumbling stomach.
Glurk~
If there was a time to put up one last defiance, then now was it. Captain could tell that he was reaching the end of this ordeal soon from the gross squelching noise that made his ears (figuratively) bleed. The pushing was stronger now, more strong now. Just like with his first time being eaten, a sparkly rainbow glow shone in his eyes, almost tempting him to stay. Of course, the tankman wasnât enthusiastic to reach his destination anytime soon, but he didnât get any choice in the matter.
Meanwhile, Keith made a happy noise as the stinging hunger in his gut finally began to disappear. Although his hazy mind couldnât remember why it was there in the first place, that didnât matter to him. All he cared about was that (strangely pleasantâŚ) stretching within his stomach. Captainâs struggles didnât even feel unpleasant to the raven-haired man. Instead of being painful, the movements felt more like a pleasant internal massage.
But alas, all good things had to end eventually. His stomach growled impatiently, excited for the incoming meal that it would soon receive. While he was more than happy to savor this feeling for a short time longer, completely satisfying his hunger came first. Plus, with how incredible swallowing down the tankman already felt, having him squirm around more would feel better, wouldnât it? Getting his last few licks in, Keith tilted his head back for the last time, a gesture that amplified Captainâs panic mode.
âWait, donât-â
Gurk~
Captainâs final, futile protest was cut off from his predator taking the last swallow. He instinctively screamed, uselessly trying to fight against the muscles pulling him down. Until finally, Corporal Johnâs soaked form reached his temporary birthday âprison.â The familiar prismatic light illuminated his surroundings, though honestly it was more of a negative effect than a positive one. Unsurprisingly, was in no rush to see the familiar pulsating surroundings in vivid detail thanks to the liquidâs gleam.
âAhhhh...thatâs so much betterâŚ~â
Keithâs content words were loud and clear to his irritated prey, not that he cared whether or not Captain heard. At the current moment, all the black-haired man cared about was how utterly satisfied he felt. There was just one problem, a rather obvious one in hindsight - he couldnât move to lay somewhere comfortable. But the full stomach more than made up for being temporarily stuck sitting down. That seemingly random emptiness within his gut was gone, replaced by pure bliss and contentment...
âHEY, DIPSHIT! YOU BETTER SPIT ME UP RIGHT NOW!â
...Of course, the feeling of pleasure wasnât mutual. Captain, on the other hand, was not pleased at all. The only reason why he (somewhat) accepted his fate during the first time was because, admittedly...Pico had been nice to him. Or at least as nice as someone like the smug man could be. Pico gave him those pleasant rubs, and made sure he was okay, and gave him a hug, too! With Keith, though, none of those things were to be found. Not to mention that the man was inching closer into archenemy territory...
To his credit, though, Keith didnât seem to notice Captainâs miffed tone. Either that, or he was too stupid - most likely a mix of both. Keith sighed happily, giving his stomach a little rub. âI will...eventually. I just wanna keep you...in there...f-for a while. EhuhuâŚ~â
Captain rolled his eyes, huffing angrily. Just his luck, the idiotâs mind was clouded by his predatory side. Sometimes, the military leader wondered if there was a god (or multiple) that gained power off misfortune. If that was the case, then theyâd only need him to get all the strength they need. Even on his birthday, he was still spending part of his time in someoneâs belly. Though this time, instead of Pico being his predator...it was his moronic ex-enemy.
Given that heâd been devoured more times than he could count, Corporal John knew that the chances of being released anytime soon were immensely slim. There was little chance that Keith vomited him up, especially considering that he also had the potionâs help. Trying to struggle wouldnât help - it would just make the situation worse, considering that apparently movement felt good to predators. So in his mind, Captain deduced that his only hope for possibly having a normal day today was bluffing.
âI AM THE LEADER Of THE TANKMEN AND I WILL NOT BE TREATED IN THIS MANNER!â
Sadly for Corporal John, the reaction was giggling instead of something resembling fear. Then he felt Keith give his head a condescending pat. âWell...leader of the Tankmen or not...youâre a perfect tummy snack. Ehuhu.~â
âSuck my dick.â
âWell, I canât exactly do that right nowâŚ~â
Moments like this made the Corporal want to curl up into a ball. âIf thereâs a hell, then Iâm in it.â
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In the meantime, the other three people had left momentarily to retrieve an extra bottle of Heart's Desire. Only now were they returning, completely oblivious to what happened with Keith and Captain. The three laughed as they walked back into Captain's room, only for them to all be confused when there was no Corporal John in sight.
"Eh? That's weird. I thought that Captain would be waiting for us to return..." Steve mused aloud.
"Let's check the kitchen. Maybe he's still trying to deal with Keith." The other two nodded, beginning to turn in the direction of the kitchen. While they walked, Pico and Cherry resumed their conversation.
"So, Cherry. What were you saying earlier? Something about this guy who got high off sugar?"
âYeah. And then I said, âCan you pass the sugar-â HONEY ICED TEA, WHAT THE?!â
Pico and Steve were about to ask why Cherry had an outburst, until they walked into the kitchen themselves. Keith was leaning against the wall, with an obviously swollen belly and no Captain in sight. The returning trio could quickly deduce what had happened without any explanation required. Cherryâs jaw dropped from utter shock, while Steve looked more horrified than shocked. Pico, though, didnât seem fazed at all past the initial surprise.
âWell, I did warn himâŚâ Pico murmured to nobody in particular. Steve wasnât nearly as calm, though. He rushed past the other two and leaned down to put his ear against Keithâs stomach. Keith yelped in surprise, both from noticing that the others were back (when had they even left?), and from Steve pressing his ear into his belly.
âC-Captain! Are you feeling alright?â
There was a pause, and then a rough shove that Steve felt against his ear. Keith had to bite back a happy moan from the push. Captain cleared his throat, trying to speak up in his noisy birthday jail. âWhat do you think, dumbass?â
âIâm guessing thatâs a noâŚâ Steve mumbled, to which Captain replied âNO SHIT, SHERLOCK!â The small soldier chose to ignore the side comment, knowing that trying to retort wouldnât help. âOhhh...I knew bringing those two would be nothing but troubleâŚâ
âUm, Iâm right here.â Keith spoke up awkwardly, feeling like an immensely awkward third wheel of sorts.
âOops.â
âWhy doesnât anyone check on me?â The black-haired man complained. Iâm the one who just ate a grown ass man!â
Both tankmen merely sighed, not wanting to talk any further. Cherry began to giggle, now getting over how puzzled she was just one minute prior. Seeing her normally cocky boyfriend become somewhat meek was entertaining to see. Keith having swallowed Captain was just a bonus to the hilarity of the whole ordeal. Pico also began to laugh, though unlike his demon friend, he wasnât planning on sticking to the sidelines.
Instead, the black-haired man (the one with Captainâs visor) slowly walked towards the two men in the kitchen. Steve immediately moved away once he noticed Pico approaching, but Keith wasnât so lucky. He was stuck sitting for now, so all he could do was tremble in anticipation, and not in a good way either. Once Pico reached his friend, the very first thing he did was give him the smuggest smile he could possibly manage.
âYou know what, Keith? Youâre right.â
Keith attempted to shuffle away from the other man, but he was quite literally backed against a wall. It wasnât long before he was completely cornered and helpless to his friendâs whims. Picoâs smirk somehow managed to grow wider as he kneeled down. Slowly, he placed his hands on Keithâs bloated stomach. Completely ignoring Captainâs protests, Pico began to rub small circles into the now flustered black-haired manâs tummy.
âYouâre not hurt, are you? Hopefully swallowing Johnny wasnât too much for your poor stomach to handleâŚ~â
âS-stop it!â
Pico didnât care about Keith or Captainâs simultaneous demand for him to stop. The first rule about having him as your friend was that he did what he wanted, when he wanted. Though from the flustered look Keith was giving him, the man clearly didnât actually mind the soothing rubs. Corporal John was better at hiding it (obviously), but even he wasnât completely subtle in his real feelings for the massage either. Body language was everything!
While Pico rubbed at him, Captain could only groan, half in pleasure and half in annoyance. As always, being rubbed at felt way better than it logically shouldâve. He had learned to dismiss logic from moment one, but it didnât change the absurdness of this whole thing whenever it happened. Honestly, Heartâs Desire-intoxicated or not, Keith couldâve at least had the dignity to not eat him on his birthday. But deep down inside, Corporal John wasnât even that mad.
Sure, he was irritated, very much so. And yet, the pleasant feeling made Captain more annoyed than angry at this point. If he ever got a chance to get revenge on the beeping bitch, then by god was he going to take it. That could come for later, though. For the present time, he was going to try and enjoy this the best that he could.
Shit...what has Pico done to me⌠the military leader mused to himself. Maybe this wasnât so bad...
On the outside, Steve and Cherry watched as Pico had his fun. The former was understandably more bothered about it than the latter. It seemed like even on Captainâs birthday, he couldnât just have one day without being eaten. Cherry found it the funniest joke in the world, however Steve was not pleased about it. Lately, Corporal John spent more time in Picoâs belly than doing actually productive things. It was fine at first - wholesome, even - but by now it was just a distraction.
âI donât get paid enough for thisâŚâ Steve absentmindedly remarked to the demon girl.
âThereâs never a dull moment with Pico and the Corporal, is there?â Cherry joked with a giggle. Steve sighed.
New story dropping tomorrow! Also, apparently today is the anniversary of fnf. Completely did not know until I got a video in my recommended...anyway I guess the story counts for both the anniversary and Captain's birthday. Stay tuned!
Hey, if you can, could you please not put your vore fics in the main tags? The Tankmaw and Monday Night Munchin tags are there so vore doesn't appear in the main tags
Classes have started again for yours truly, so I am going to be inactive for an unknown period of time. But donât worry, Iâll be back for my favorite idiotâs birthday (Captain). Anyway, I completed this for a Vore Day story, but didnât post until now because it has a large timeskip between my other two Neo stories. Since Iâm going to be on hiatus, however, I decided to just post it right now. Use your imagination for what events happened between Captainâs Desire and this one. Any interpretation works!
If you asked any tankman to describe Corporal John and Picoâs friendship in one word, it would likely be âunstable.â The only exception to this was Steve, whoâd call it âcapricious.â
Capricious was certainly one word that summed up the duoâs extremely odd camaraderie. One day they were the closest friends imaginable, then the next, Pico was ripping part of Captainâs visor off due to an argument that went sour. However, against all logical odds, they ended up rekindling their strong bond. Of course, with those two, nothing could ever be normal, and their way of showing cordiality was no exception. Calling it cordiality at all was far too generous, really. Any sort of positive emotions didnât fly in Corporal Johnâs book, especially if they could be perceived as âkind.â
And yet, here the tankman was, pondering on what to get Pico as a gift.
Captain paced back and forth in his room, trying to think of possibilities for presents. Truthfully, even Corporal John himself was freaked out when he felt a sudden urge to be charitable. Generosity was never a thing that the ever-narcissistic Tankmen leader had as a trait. It just didnât correlate with his bitchy personality. One thing remained certain in his mind, though - he sure as hell wasnât going to ask Steve for assistance. Chances are, the benevolent tankmanâs idea would either be too innocent, stupid, or just plain illogical...
...That wasnât to say, however, that his best friend couldnât help in another different way. Suddenly, an epiphany struck Captain out of nowhere - once the idea was planted into his mind, it simply refused to leave. At the exact moment, with almost comically perfect timing, there was a rapid knocking at the door. Even Corporal John laughed to himself at the convenience. With an evil grin on his face, the military leader went over to open the door.
Steve, you are going to help me so much...
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Under the blanket of silvery moonlight, Pico found it easier to visit Tankmen Territory. No nosy soldiers were up during this late, making nightfall the perfect cover. Only two of the men that resided here were of any interest to him - Corporal John and his fuckbuddy Steve.
Speaking of those two, the black-haired man wondered what they were doing now. Heâd already texted Captain of his visit about half an hour ago, to which the man courteously responded with an eye rolling face. Pico expected that type of reaction, but it didnât stop him from rolling his own eyes. Corporal John really could be so bitchy with absolutely no reason for doing so. Maybe someone needed belly time...
Pico felt his stomach grumble at the thought of having Captain fill it up. In fact, that was the very reason he was here - to get a filling and squirming dinner. Though he normally went after Steve, the Tankmen leader himself was just as fun to swallow. His futile attempts to conceal how he really felt about the whole experience were amusing. Hiding emotions wasnât Corporal Johnâs strong suit, that was for sure. Thoughts of a delicious meal continued to fill Picoâs mind, and he wouldâve drooled if he didnât have any self-control.
Unfortunately, those pleasant daydreams were put on hold as the random buzzing of his phone snapped him out of the mental trance. Pico sighed in annoyance, taking his phone out of his pocket to see what the notification was from. He noticed that John had texted him, which was rather uncharacteristic of the military leader. Generally, it was Pico starting the conversation, not Captain. Regardless, the black-haired man opened up the text to see what it was about.
Hey.
I need to keep up my verbal abuse streak, so I wonât be returning until very late at night. To compensate, Iâve left you something on the spare bed. DONâT MISS IT! I WILL BE BOTH IMPRESSED AND DISAPPOINTED IF YOU SOMEHOW MANAGE TO MISS IT.
BTW Feel free to sleep on Steveâs bed. He wonât mind.
The cryptic text made Pico raise his eyebrows for several reasons. One, âCorporal Johnâ and âgenerousâ didnât exactly correlate with each other. Either he was playing a prank...or Steve had forced him into this. Both prospects were equally as likely, but the latter was infinitely more funny. Mentally imagining Captain being forced to be some degree of kind by his own fuckbudy made Pico laugh softly to himself.
Before he could ponder on what the hell that text meant, the black-haired man had already found his way to Captainâs room. There was no sound coming from it - everything was silent. Not hearing the familiar militancy of Corporal Johnâs yapping voice unnerved Pico slightly. Nevertheless, turning back now wasnât an option. Unsure on what to expect, he took in a breath and opened the unlocked door.
âHey Steve, are you-...â Pico trailed off upon realizing just what was waiting for him inside Captainâs suite. He closed the door behind him, staring at the sight that had him frozen in shock. âHoly shit...â
Within his vision was by far the most appetizing sight Pico had ever seen. Staring at him with nervous embarrassment was Steve, sitting in a chair with his hands tied behind his back. A cloth was wedged into his mouth as a makeshift gag, likely so that he didnât attract anyone by being noisy. From his waist upwards, the tankman was coated in sticky caramel syrup that trailed across his body as he subconsciously shifted around. For all intents and purposes, he might as well have been wearing a sign that said âPLEASE EAT MEâ in capital letters. All of it was enough for Pico to be rendered uncharacteristically speechless.
A time period passed where all he could do was stare and salivate at the helpless prey laid out for him on a silver platter. The last part of him that wasnât frozen in a hunger trance found it amusing that Captain could show something vaguely resembling generosity. Given how unprepared Steve seemed, there was no way he did this himself - not on his own, at least. In fact, he was still staring with anxiousness showing in his body language, despite clearly knowing what was coming. Needless to say, Picoâs mind was having an absolute blast with the sight.
Once the wet slobber began to drip near his boots, the black-haired man snapped out of his hypnotized state. He wiped the glistening saliva off his lips, smirking with a predatory hint in his evil grin. It was a look that Steve had grown used to seeing, but yet one that always made him quiver nervously. There was no real friendliness in the smile - it was purely smug. Pico also had a predatory glimmer in his eyes, further signaling to the smaller man that he was grade A screwed.
âWell, well. Isnât this a pleasant surprise~?â
As he spoke, Pico took slow, deliberate steps towards the bound soldier. With every movement that his soon to be predator made, Steve felt his bodyâs shivers intensify. None of it was out of fear - both him and the other man knew that. Rather, he was a messy mix of excited, nervous, and embarrassed. He involuntarily shifted a little in his binds, feeling the warm syrup trail down his body. That nervous feeling only grew stronger when Pico sat down on his (thankfully, not caramel covered) lap, smirking evilly. Their faces were mere inches apart.
âWhy so nervous, Steve?â Pico asked teasingly, knowing full well that the addressed man couldnât respond. He dragged his tongue up Steveâs cheek, groaning at the incredible taste. âDonât you like being my dinner~?â
Steve gulped nervously, not sure whether to be happy or scared that Pico was asking some of his questions in a âyes or noâ format. The predatory shine gleaming in the other manâs eyes wasnât any help either, as it made his body somehow shiver more than it already was. Cautiously, he lifted his head up to give a meek nod. Pico smirked at the amusing reaction (from his perspective), subconsciously placing his hands on the shivering tankmanâs shoulders to keep himself balanced.
âGlad you admit it. Youâre much more honest than Captain, you know. Not that itâs much of an accomplishment, ahaha~!â
Snickering to himself, Pico swiped his finger across Steveâs forehead, tracing where the syrup dripped down. The taller man popped the syrup-coated finger into his mouth, humming in content and closing his eyes from the flavor. Not only could he taste the sweet caramel, but there was also the underlying taste of chocolate vanilla, a taste heâd grown rather fond of. Once he opened his eyes back up, Pico only now began to notice the subtle dribbling coming from Steveâs hair, though it was covered by his helmet.
Curiosity got the better of the black-haired man, prompting him to investigate a little. Tilting his head like a lost dog, Pico slightly adjusted his position to sniff at the metallic headgear. Obviously, there was the scent of...whatever the hell metal smelled like, if anything. The nectarous sugary smell of caramel syrup was also prevalent. But most importantly, the sweet fragrance of melted chocolate particularly caught his attention. He could tell that it definitely wasnât Steveâs flavor somehow manifesting into a sniffable aroma, either. This was something new, something delicious.
By now, Picoâs inquisitiveness had been thoroughly sparked by what was potentially lying under the tankmanâs helmet. Steve obviously wasnât in any condition to protest, but he didnât seem to mind the extra delay, given his patient body language. Of course, that calm demeanor was shattered in an instant once the front of his helmet was slowly licked over. He looked into his predatorâs azure eyes, noticing that the man looked rather intrigued instead of having the signature predator gaze.
âWhatâs under your helmet, Steve?â
Pico moved one of his hands to remove the tankmanâs gag so that he could reply, letting it drop on the ground immediately after. Steve sighed in relief upon being able to speak again after being silenced for what seemed like hours. His lips curled into a sheepish grin.
â...extra surprise?â The tone was nervous, yet had a hidden hint of playfulness to it. Pico couldnât help but genuinely smile, hopping off Steveâs legs. He circled around his prey momentarily, standing behind the smaller man and eyeing his helmet with interest.
âHeh, really now? I wonder whatâs underneath...but first, letâs clean this off~â
Without waiting for Steveâs response, Pico began to lick every bit of candied caramel he could find off the soldierâs helmet. Thankfully, the sweet sugar-coated syrup completely concealed the otherwise very much unpleasant taste of metal. A hidden dark chocolate flavor piqued his interest with every lick, constantly reminding him to remove the helmet sooner rather than later. Given his preyâs lack of protests, however, he chose to savor the moment for longer.
Time seemed to move at a snailâs pace for both predator and prey, albeit with opposite reasons. Pico found himself mesmerized by the savory sweetness, so much that he temporarily put his âgoalâ on hold. His pleased hums of delight echoed in Steveâs ears, causing the bound tankman to lightly shiver. Every little lap of the tongue was distinct in how it felt, which just made him shudder more. Being licked over wasnât new , sure, but that didnât make the feeling any less weird. Perhaps fully adjusting to the odd sensation was impossible.
After what felt like an eternity, Pico pulled away from the soaked helmet, smirking as he looked it over. Not a drop of syrup remained on the outside of it - only shiny saliva. He reached over to begin unclasping the helmetâs fasteners, pausing at the instinctive flinch from Steve. Once his prey calmed back down, the black-haired man went back to unbuckling the soldierâs headgear. At this point, all of it was second nature for them. No words were exchanged as they basked in a very small interval of blissful silence.
Unfortunately for the tankman, tranquility could never last very long when regarding his predator. Pico had already unclasped the helmetâs buckles and pulled the headgear off in a mere 30 seconds. Curiosity turned to sheer hunger in an instant once the manâs eyes locked onto what was underneath. Melted chocolate syrup from inside the helmet dripped onto Steveâs caramel-covered hair, coating it in a mix of light and dark brown. Pico stared idiotically, feeling his mouth begin to involuntarily salivate for the second time tonight.
âOhhhhhh...you even covered your hair in chocolate...w-wow...â
âActually, it was Captainâs-â
Before Steve could finish, he was rudely interrupted by the feeling of a tongue dragging up his chocolate-coated hair. The soldierâs body continued to quiver nervously with every time the warm wetness trailed over his head. Picoâs licks had a different energy to them compared to earlier - they were energetic and hunger filled instead of playful. Earlier, the man had clearly been holding back or concealing his fully predatory side to tease Steve more. But now, any shard of regular Pico vanished in an instant.
He was in full-blooded predator mode.
âSo delicious...mmmm...â
Steveâs breath hitched from the absentminded words. When youâve gotten adapted to being prey, thereâs certain words or actions that get you flushed in an instant. For the tankman, being called any variant of âdeliciousâ sent shivers down his spine. Honestly, explaining just why it made him so flustered was difficult. Becoming enchanted from Picoâs spellbinding verbal prowess wasnât special at this point, but Steve still wished he wasnât so susceptible to being âhypnotized.â It was like some sort of black magic that hijacked control of his mind.
âMmghh...I-Iâm glad you t-think so...â
Pico simply smirked in response, continuing to lick up any remaining chocolate syrup he could get his tongue on. Within minutes, sticky saliva blanketed the entirety of Steveâs sleek hair. Gooey wetness coated his head, making him shudder instinctively. Then, without warning, the feeling of a tongue dragging across his hair abruptly stopped. He could feel the other manâs hot breath move to his ear.
âHah...I donât think I could ever get tired of your taste, Steve~â
All of Steveâs willpower was immediately used on not melting into goo. Stopping the way his body quivered was clearly impossible at this point. Quickly, he forced a proper response out of his mouth before Pico could comment on the silence.
âEhm...t-thanks?â
âYouâre welcome.â Pico paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something. âAh, I almost forgot...â
Crouching down a little, the black-haired man began to fumble with the ropes binding his tankman friend to the chair. Pico hummed to himself as he untied the binds, licking his lips once they were off. He walked back over to face the formerly bound soldier, smiling at the happy look he gave him. Steve was so endearingly easy to please.
âOh, thank you...â
âMm...â Subconsciously licking his lips, Pico eyed the smaller man. For a moment, it seemed like he would finally get on with what they were both waiting for...
...before smirking evilly as an interesting idea came to him. âHey, Steve. Wanna try something new~?â
Under normal circumstances, Steve mightâve used his brain before agreeing to Picoâs proposal. As usual, though, his mind had been melted by the black-haired manâs slick wording and confident tone. Swept up in the moment, the tankman simply couldnât say no - truthfully, he didnât want to. Something about Picoâs downright hypnotic eloquence, his admirable carefree charisma...it just made his offer seem so... enticing. And so, Steve found himself nodding a bit too eagerly, much to his soon to be predatorâs shared excitement.
âHehe, alright then. Iâve actually never done this before.â Taking a deep breath, Pico kneeled down so that he was facing Steveâs boots, gently grabbing the manâs shoes. Saying that the latter was confused would be an understatement.
âUm, Pico? What are...oh...â
Steveâs confusion turned to intrigue as he watched Pico open his jaw wide. Only a few seconds were provided for the soldier to comprehend the sight before his feet were slipped into the manâs mouth. Hot breath and drool washed over the tankmanâs boots, making him shiver. The feeling wasnât unusual after dozens of incidents, but watching himself being swallowed was definitely odd. Already, the experience was fresh compared to any previous times, something that he thoroughly enjoyed.
Similarly, Pico wasnât used to swallowing his prey in this kind of way. Normally, he found it smoother to ease them down while starting with their head. Considering Steveâs current positioning, though, starting with his feet was much easier. As an added bonus for the black-haired man, he could stare into the soldierâs nervous eyes. Teasing him wasnât difficult, but that wasnât to say new ways to do so werenât enjoyable. Having Steve get âadjustedâ to one type of teasing wouldnât make it as efficient.
Both men stared at each other, one in nervousness and the other with smugness. Steve opened his mouth to say something snarky, only to be cut off by the first wet Ullk~. Instead, he could only manage out a startled yelp, shivering nervously from the look in Picoâs gaze. That man definitely knew what he was doing, because he never once broke eye contact for more than three seconds. With an eye roll, Steve gave his predator the best death glare he could manage. All Pico did in response was wink.
Sighing when it became clear he was due for more teasing than usual today, Steve let himself relax. His eyes followed every little lick that Pico took, watching how the manâs tongue moved around. Observing himself being tasted quickly turned out to be extremely embarrassing, however. The vibrations of satisfied groans reverberating around him wasnât helping Steve with his humiliation either. Being able to watch himself slip deeper into his predatorâs maw was probably the most flustering thing heâd ever experienced.
And when youâre Picoâs favorite prey, the bar for âmost flustering thingâ is very high.
As per usual, every little second felt like it lasted an hour for both of them. Pico ran his tongue over any contour of his preyâs legs that were within âreach.â Saliva coated over the bottom half of Steveâs legs before he could even attempt to regulate himself with being swallowed this way. But, no matter how hard he tried, fully adjusting was proving to be immensely difficult. In an effort to try and distract himself, the tankman mustered up the courage to look Pico in the eyes again.
Gllk~
Clearly, his timing couldâve been better. Steve let out a startled cry at the next loud gulp, quickly looking away to not see those smug blue eyes pierce through his goggles. Regardless of any attempts to ignore it, he could still feel the manâs warm gaze. Pico wasnât even halfway through swallowing him up, and already the ego crushing had seemingly reached its zenith. Blindly agreeing to the black-haired manâs proposal wasnât looking like the wisest decision.
Despite the mental bitching, Steve could admit there was one positive aspect about being swallowed with his feet first. Looking down from the right angle let him see the forming lump in Picoâs throat. Not only had the tankman never seen how this looked from the outside, but he could watch his legs stretch out his predatorâs throat. Something about watching the bulge of his body slip down made Steve feel an equal mix of flustered and fascinated.
While his prey didnât have an enormous amount of reasons to have as much fun, Pico was thoroughly enjoying himself. Of course, having more opportunities to absolutely embarrass Steve was enjoyable on its own. Previously, every time their eyes locked for even a single second, the soldier immediately darted his face away in embarrassment. At the moment, though, he seemed to have his eyes locked onto the bulge his legs made.
Pico smirked as a thought occurred to him. If he wants to watch himself be swallowed...who am I to deny his wishes?
Glrk~
Another noisy gulp pulled in the rest of Steveâs legs, causing another surprised yelp. This time, he didnât at all look away, choosing to stay focused on the noticeable bulge of his lower body. He shifted his legs in their tight confines, trying to see if they made any visible movements. Synchronously, Pico groaned softly from the soldierâs squirming, gently massaging the moving bulge in his throat. With every little rub, the wriggling increased, drawing more happy noises from the black-haired man.
Both of the men found themselves becoming more invested in this new twist to their regular experience than they initially expected. Steve especially was enthralled with watching the lightly moving bulge of his legs. The exact reason for being so fascinated eluded him, truthfully. Something about watching his body slowly slip down deeper into the depths made him become red in the face. Just imagining himself sliding down the wet tube was flustering enough, much less watching the swallowing process.
From Picoâs point of view, savoring the delicious flavor of his prey wasnât anything new. But this time, a light layer of sugary caramel coated Steveâs body, further amplifying his indescribable taste. To add onto the already amazing new experience, the tankman was squirming before he was even tucked away. Normally, heâd be ordered to stay still so that the swallowing process was easier. However, given how Steveâs legs were already in his throat instead of being the âvictory lap,â Pico considered it more like a relaxing throat massage.
Gulmph~
Steve let out a content sigh at the next swallow, shifting slightly as he felt his body melt. Lazily, he slumped down the chair, thankfully not falling in the process. The uncannily pleasant process of being gently eased down his predatorâs throat somehow felt even better when he was being swallowed this way. Watching and feeling himself be tightly hugged by Picoâs throat muscles...to be honest, that was one of the most flustering things the soldier could think of. Not even the teasing was at the same level.
Smiling absentmindedly to himself, Steve began to stroke his predatorâs spiky hair, humming as he did so. Pico looked up at him with clear confusion, but didnât comment on the head rubs. In fact, he seemed to enjoy them, if the happy groans increasing was any indication. The black-haired manâs eyes fluttered shut, giving Steve more incentive to continue smoothing his hair. He couldnât help the dumb smile growing wider at the pleased sounds that came from Pico.
Naturally, Pico wanted to return the favor. Letting himself get all the pleasure would just be unfair. Very slowly, he moved his free hand back to the lump in his throat. With an equal mix of softness and force, he began to resume the massaging. Steveâs wriggles increased again as a result, and thankfully, his leisurely head stroking didnât stop either. Pico even shivered in delight, something that didnât go unnoticed by the tankman.
Glurk~
Alas, it seemed like time wasnât on his side. Steve was planning to think of teasing methods, but the penultimate swallow put those thoughts on a halt. Teasing was significantly harder with only his head and shoulders remaining visible to the outside. Stroking Picoâs hair wasnât exactly possible from this angle, so the tankman nonchalantly slouched his body. Out of intrigue, he tilted his head to see the lump in his predatorâs throat.
Obviously, the bulge that his body made in that area was noticeably bigger now. However, Steve was more focused on the small forming bulge in Picoâs gut. He couldnât pinpoint an exact reason on why the sight was so flustering, but questioning anything about his predator was a lost cause at this point. Enigmatic wasnât enough to describe how logic defying the black-haired man could be. Regardless, considering the current circumstances, logic had been ditched from moment one.
Without anything to do until his predator finished the job, Steve let his breathing slow and body relax. Soft throat muscles squeezed and caressed the tankmanâs body, making him occasionally shiver. The duo savored the moment before the inevitable, though Steve mainly wanted to because of the humiliation hurricane that Pico would no doubt force him to endure. For a while, the two remained in their respective positions, not really doing much of anything. Not even the black-haired man made any movements.
Once it was clear that Pico had paused for too long to not be intentional, Steve groaned. This wasnât new - the man always found intense delight in hearing him say âplease swallow me.â Understanding why was something the soldier had long since given up on. Predators and prey often had very different definitions of âfun.â Nonetheless, Steve sucked in a breath, then sighed in annoyance.
Goodbye, dignity...at least you lasted a few days this time... âGo on...s-swallow me...â
Now that was a request Pico was more than happy to oblige...
Ulp~
âHeh...good boy...â
The smug voice of his predator bounced around in Steveâs ears as he was pulled downwards. Knowing full well that a teasing session would inevitably ensue, all he could do was desperately brace himself. Unfortunately, no amount of preparation would ever not make his landing ungraceful. The tankman was awkwardly shoved in with his back on the floor, familiar surroundings greeting him with a soft squeeze.
âDid you e-enjoy your impromptu gift?â Steve asked with an intense blush, wriggling against the walls to get comfortable. Pico huffed from the squirming, turning himself around to lean his arm against the chair.
âMhm. Canât say I expected this as a gift, but...heh...it was the best one I could ask for~â
Unlike previous times, the black-haired man didnât immediately start with the more intense teasing. With how generous Steve was to him, Pico decided that a small peace period wouldnât hurt. As another way to show gratitude, he began to gently rub over the human-sized bulge in his gut. The warm squirming from inside picked up, making his pleasured breathing increase. Steveâs wriggling felt absolutely incredible -Â even better than the previous times.
To Pico, both Corporal John and his fuckbuddy had some type of superpower. Their squirming felt like heâd ascended to pure paradise with every little movement against his stomach walls. Captainâs wriggling wasnât bad, but...the way Steve squirmed was pure perfection. Gentle, yet forceful, with a flawless balance between the two. The fact that he found pleasure in being kneaded at just made the whole experience better for all parties involved.
Pico smirked at the mental thoughts, giving his stomach a gentle pat. âThanks for the delicious dinner, Steve.â
Blushing from the words and rubs, the tankman shivered, adding more intensity to his squirming. âEheh...y-youâre welcome. You s-should thank Captain too.â
âSo this was his idea...good to know that a heart is what pumps Captainâs blood.â Pico made a mental note to remember that Corporal John had one positive trait among the sea of negative ones. More teasing material against the prissy military leader wasnât ever a bad thing to acquire, after all. âAlright, Iâll send him a text right now. Let me just...â
Pico stood up, wrapping an arm around his belly to keep himself balanced. He sat down on the chair he was previously leaning against, sighing in relief. With one hand, he fetched his phone from his pocket and began to text a message for Corporal John.
Hello to my favorite idiot.
Thank you for the gift / meal. Your fuckbuddy is absolutely delicious, you know. It makes me wonder...do all members of the Tankmen Clan taste so amazing? I should start eating more of them if thatâs the case...but that is for another time. Thanks again.
Just as he was about to click send, Pico froze from the thought that occurred to him. A downright evil idea invaded his mind, and once it made itself known, he simply couldnât let it go. The smirk that weaved its way onto his face was quite possibly the most mischievous one heâd ever had. Rubbing his free hand over the lump in his belly, the black-haired man gently pressed on what felt like his preyâs head.
âMm...hey, Steve? Think Johnny would appreciate a little gift from me~?â
Steve swallowed thickly from Picoâs way of speaking. The tone of his voice was unmistakable - he only had it when planning something... interesting. Sucking up all that anxiety, the tankman responded with clear nervousness. âWhat do you mean...?â
âSomething like...a picture. Iâm sure heâd love to see how well you filled me up~â
At the flustering response, every single muscle in Steveâs body became extremely tense. His breathing hitched, and he couldnât suppress the oncoming shivers. Just thinking of Corporal John being sent a picture of Picoâs bulged stomach...the thought alone was embarrassing, much less the very real possibility of it actually happening. Any coherent responses eluded him.
âO-oh...gghhh...shit...â
âIâm taking that as a yes. Ahaha.â
Smirking in satisfaction from his brilliance, Pico discarded his message, instead typing out everything that he knew would fluster Captain. With every word, his smirk grew wider from imagining how Corporal John would react. As he typed, the black-haired man continued to gently massage his swollen stomach. After so many incidents, squirming didnât make him completely lose his mind anymore, only serving as a wonderful internal massage that added to the experience.
For the final and most important touch to the message, Pico switched to his camera, angling it just the right way so that his bloated gut was in the photo. Once he finished, the man laughed evilly to himself. Captain was going to be so fucked...
âAaand...sent~!â
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Corporal John sighed as he sat on a small ruined structure. Like all good things, bullying his men had gotten boring for now after hours of doing so. Taking a break from any chaos was his top priority until the capricious mood swings returned...
...Or rather, that was his priority, until his phone received a random notification. Captain groaned, looking to see who the text was from. Once he saw it was delivered by Pico, the military leader just rolled his eyes. Nonetheless, he sucked up his annoyance and opened up the message.
Instantaneously, Captain shifted from annoyed to flustered when he saw the textâs contents. A photo of Pico with a stuffed gut and smug smirk was attached to the message. Corporal Johnâs face lit up like a firework night at the sight, considering it was one heâd never seen from the outside. Knowing that was exactly how he looked when serving as his frenemyâs prey didnât help the army generalâs ego. He was scared shitless of viewing the actual message itself, but continued nonetheless.
Thanks for the present, Cap. I know that you were the one who provided it. Hereâs my gift to you. A picture of how well poor Steve filled me up. Maybe one day, you can watch me swallow him. Sounds fun, yeah? Make sure to treasure that thought. We both know itâll become a reality soon enoughâŚ
The part of Captain that was relieved about Pico enjoying his gift ended up being overshadowed by how flustered the tankman felt. All that he could think about was how full and happy Pico looked. Was that how the black-haired man always felt when he had a squirmy dinner...? Corporal Johnâs head pounded from the amount of blood that rushed throughout his brain. Just...Picoâs nonchalant demeanor...the message itself...his bloated belly...what heâd no doubt tease Steve with...it was all too much.
â...f-fuck...â
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âHmm. Heâs been typing and then deleting his message for five minutes now. How cute.â
Picoâs teasing words echoed around Steveâs surroundings, making the tankman shiver. A few minutes prior, he slowed down his squirming to light pushes and kicks. Admittedly, wriggling around to please his predator was rather fun. However even he needed some time to ruminate occasionally. Granted, thinking clearly was difficult with the muscles squeezing him, but he could still try. All he wanted to do was relax in the mess of his mind.
Unsurprisingly, though, the lack of response and general movement didnât go unnoticed by Pico. He placed his phone back into his pocket, using the now free hand to poke at the tankman. âHey, Steve? Are you alright in there? Youâre not usually this quiet.â
âHuh? Oh...um...y-yeah. I-Iâm fine.â
The nervous tone in Steveâs voice was incredibly obvious. Pico could detect it immediately, making worry spread in his mind. âYour stuttering says otherwise.â
â...â
âCome on, Steve. Tell me whatâs wrong. I wonât judge.â
Steve stayed silent for a while, listening to the satisfied gurgling from Picoâs belly. Talking didnât sound appealing, but he couldnât just disobey his predator. The black-haired man was still a close companion, after all. Not to mention, evading the topic would get him nowhere. Pico wouldnât let it go so easily. Sighing in realization that he wasnât going to avoid this conversation, Steve cleared his throat.
Letâs get this over with...
âI just...feel like Iâm not good enough.â
âNot good enough?â
âYeah. I never feel like Iâve genuinely made Captain feel happy, you know? Thatâs why...um...I like doing this...â
For emphasis, Steve squeezed the closest stomach wall near him. Gingerly, the tankman nuzzled into it, letting out another sigh. Pico hummed in response, giving his preyâs head a little rub.
âSteve...â
âIâm just...so plagued with my own insecurities...
âSteve.â
âI want to make you and Captain both happy, but I canât-â
âSteve!â
Startled from the random loud volume, Steve jolted up, thumping his head against the plush ceiling. Pico never used his serious tone unless something was wrong, which unnerved the tankman slightly.
âWh- y-yes?â
Pico didnât reply immediately, taking his time to contemplate over all of Steveâs words. Honestly, he wasnât even that surprised at the benevolent soldierâs confidence problems. Especially considering that Corporal John was, to be blunt, an insensitive, scatterbrained asshole. Self-esteem issues would be practically inevitable for his soldiers, even his best friend. Regardless, Pico couldnât just sit idly by and let a cohort sink into diffidence. Steve was his friend first and prey second.
âIâm not Corporal John, but...we share similar mindsets. Steve, I can tell you with every bit of my certainty in my body that he appreciates you. More than youâd realize.â
âR-really?â Steveâs tone oozed of disbelief and genuine surprise, something that made Pico frown slightly. What had Corporal John done to him for that kind of response? Questioning Captainâs orders never got anywhere, so he chose not to bother for now. Instead, the black-haired gave his preyâs head a solid pat.
âYeah. Really. And...I really enjoy our time together. You definitely make me happy, heh.â
Steve beamed at the response, hugging one of the walls near him. âI-Iâm so happy to hear that!â
Pico couldnât help the warm smile that spread across his face from how overjoyed the tankman sounded. Adorably easy to please, as per usual.
âIâm glad that youâre happy. Canât have my prey in a bad mood~!â
âYeah...thatâs not good for either of us, is it?â
âNope. So...â Pico went back to the gentle rubs from earlier. The pleasant squirming from earlier returned, much to his pleasure. Back to him and Steve having a mutual enjoyment with this experience, just as he liked it. âTell me whenever youâre feeling bad, alright?â
âAlright. Itâs a deal.â
âAtta way.â
With that little complication out of the way, the duo went back to relaxing. There were no words spoken, neither wanting to ruin the comfortable peacefulness. Steve snuggled into the walls occasionally as he moved in response to his predatorâs rubs. Luck had clearly been on his side these past weeks, ever since he first had one of these âsessionsâ with Pico. Thanks to the black-haired man, those underlying confidence crises had mostly vanished.
In spite of all the ego humiliation he always received from him, Steve really did appreciate Pico. The black-haired man was everything that youâd want for a friend. Charismatic, witty, benevolent (when he wanted to be)...the list could go on for hours. Having someone trustworthy and understanding to confide in wasnât something he ever had the luxury of having. Captain definitely flopped in the âgood listenerâ department. Honestly, he had the attention span of a rodent.
On the contrary, Pico was always attentive, down to every little detail. He had the perfect response for everything, and always seemed to be at least two steps ahead of everyone. Steve felt envious of him more times than he could count, but his jealousy quickly spiraled into something else as days went by. Describing it wasnât very easy - he himself didnât know what to call it. All he knew was the deep feeling of reverence in his chest that came whenever Pico spoke literally any word.
Reverence...
Previously, Steve wouldâve only used that word for how he felt towards his leader. But now, the tankman was thoroughly convinced that Pico deserved that kind of admiration as well. With how enjoyable these âsessionsâ were for both of them, and the black-haired man being an amazing friend in general, feeling a deep sense of respect for him would be inevitable. Perhaps Steve always experienced these pangs in his chest from moment one, or he only now realized how he truly felt, but one thing was certain.
Steve revered Pico. He really, really did.
âHey, Pico? Want me to squirm a bit more~?â
Pico grinned, giving his gut a squeeze. âNothing would make me happier.â
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I hope theyâre asleep by now...
Captain carefully snuck into a hidden tunnel in the fence, one that led to his room. By now it was well past 2 AM, meaning that Pico would hopefully be asleep. The text from the former had flustered Corporal John so much that he was afraid to even go back in his suite. A few hours passed since then, and by now, he hoped the black-haired man was snoozing on the bed.
Tentatively, the military leader peeked his head through the hole. Pico was laying on Steveâs bed with a bloated gut, asleep and clearly satisfied with his gift. Captain couldnât help the genuine smile that spread across his face at the sight. Making sure to be quiet, he quietly creeped to his own bed, flopping down onto his back. Corporal John stared up at the ceiling, listening to the content gurgling of his frenemyâs belly. He didnât mind the infinite amount of teasing that would come tomorrow. If his friend was happy, then so was he.
Sleep well, Pico...and you too, Steve. Thank you so much for going along with this. I appreciate you.
Leaving that Heartâs Desire book out in the open wasnât Picoâs brightest idea.
(Originally completed August 21.)
Good afternoon, it is time to ruin FNF Neo once again.
If you read my previous story (here!), I said there that this would be a sequel to that. So here it is, though its not really what Iâd consider a sequel, more of an âalternate continuation.â Events from the previous story are mentioned though. Oh yeah, this takes place in the FNF Neo universe, but honestly itâs not that noticeable or super important. You can easily imagine it as âcanonâ FNF and the story still works.
To be honest, this was slightly rushed past like, 3/4 of it. I got to the post-vore part and then blanked out for a few days until Neoâs fake out release yesterday and today gave me second wind to finish this. I was planning to post this on Neoâs release day but thereâs not much point in waiting for an unknown amount of time, so Iâm posting it now.
As usual, its available on AO3, you need an account to view but thereâs not anything special there so youâre not missing out.
Corporal John hated books. He really, really hated books. They were boring, dragged on forever, and time passed by at a snailâs pace when reading them. Writing just wasnât his thing, even when he tried to understand why people liked it. Out of the sheer desire for entertainment, Captain occasionally snooped through Picoâs extensive literature collection. Most of the books made him roll his eyes from their title alone. But one book in particular piqued his interest.
He wasnât sure what compelled him to read The Heartâs Desire Collection.
The title was cringeworthy and warranted an eye roll. Against all odds, Captain didnât roll his eyes, or immediately shove the book away. Instead, he opened up the book, eagerly scrolling through the pages. Many of the mushy parts made him groan, but nonetheless he continued reading with intrigue. One particular part of the book kept his eyes thoroughly glued to the paper.
Heartâs Desire is a concoction created with special flowers and herbs blended together. When mixed perfectly, this potion unlocks your predator mode, allowing you to safely swallow another human. Once the effect wears off, youâll naturally feel the urge to spit out your prey. Be ready for some discomfort, but donât worry, itâs nothing major.
Captain read over the paragraph at least 20 times. Never once did he consider the possibility of swallowing someone. Now that it was in his mind, though, the thought refused to leave. According to the book, any shifts or movements would be pleasurable, like an internal massage. Imagining a feisty soldier squirming around, squishing against his plush stomach walls...Corporal John wanted to know what that felt like.
And so, the military leader did something he would never normally do. Steal the book so that he could read more.
Each page felt like it was pulling him deeper into the predatory mindset. Captain paid attention to every little detail, minor or not. The book had sparked something in him that he didnât know was there in the first place. For extensive periods of time, he would daydream about swallowing up one of his men, feeling them wriggle and fight against him uselessly, denying their inevitable fate. Needless to say, he wanted it to become a reality, and he wanted it badly.
Obviously, his plan was to actually find or make the potion before attempting to swallow someone. Alas, life simply didnât work the way Captain wanted it to.
One moment he was idly chatting with Pico, yawning out of boredom. The next moment, the latter made the very questionable choice of gazing down Corporal Johnâs open maw. It wasnât surprising at all that seconds later, the black-haired manâs head was wedged into the army generalâs mouth.
All of it was a blur for Captain, given that it happened in the span of 15 seconds. His eyes widened in an instant as they trailed down to find the compromising position that Pico was in. Neither of the two men moved or spoke at all, though one of them couldnât exactly speak clearly at the moment. After the awkwardness somewhat subsided, Corporal John made the first move. Very slowly, he dragged his tongue over his friendâs spiky black hair.
To the military leaderâs pleasant surprise, a wonderful flavor filled his taste buds. Specifically describing the heavenly, incredible flavor was difficult. The best he could narrow it down to was like a delicious mix of juicy blackberries and pitaya fruit. Captain perked up, slowly running his tongue across Picoâs head, minus the mini visor. Once again, he was rewarded with the black-haired manâs sweet, succulent taste.
Now thoroughly convinced that this wasnât an odd dream, Captain continued slathering his tongue around Picoâs head. Every little taste overwhelmed him from the extraordinary flavor. Soon enough, most of his brain was enveloped in a thick haze. Corporal Johnâs fuzzy, clouded mind made sure to follow the enigmatic bookâs most important tips. Taking his time, savoring the process, getting his prey nice and soaked so that swallowing them would be much easier-
Wait. Am I actually going to go the full way through with this?
Captain hummed to himself, absentmindedly rubbing his hands over his friendâs legs. Originally, he only intended to taste Pico out of sheer curiosity. But now, the military leader wanted much, much more than merely tasting the black-haired man. He wanted to feel him squirming about in his belly. With his rational side enshrouded by the growing predatory mist, Corporal John knew what he needed to do. Sparks of determination surged throughout him.
This was his chance to experience the predator side.
Gulk~
To be honest...it was almost natural, the way he tilted his head back and swallowed strongly. Some sort of voice had awoken within Captain, telling him what to do, guiding him. According to the book, his newfound predator side would take control during the more difficult parts. Obviously, there wasnât any Heartâs Desire potion here to make the whole process naturally easier. Considering the odd circumstances, the military leader was more than happy to go with the flow for once when needed.
Meanwhile, Pico finally began to snap out of his dazed trance. The noisy, echoing swallow finally reminded him that reality existed. Gooey saliva coated his sleek black hair and dribbled down his face. All of his surroundings were pitch dark, making it nearly impossible to see much of anything. Not that he needed to; the situationâs full extent was already obvious for the black-haired man. Staring down Captainâs throat clearly wasnât looking like an intelligent decision.
Anyone else in Picoâs position would be freaking out - after all, that was just the normal reaction to being eaten. Of course, the black-haired man wasnât ordinary in any sense of the word. Instead of struggling, he merely wriggled about within the slimy, tight confines. In response, Captainâs happy groans grew more frequent from the soft movements. Something about feeling his friend squirming down his throat...it felt so right, almost. Like this was how things were meant to be.
Glork~
Another strong swallow brought in Picoâs shoulders. Captain sighed dreamily, letting himself become enveloped in his pleasant trance. After being so humiliated from the incident where he was prey a few days ago, experiencing the other coin felt amazing. The satisfying stretching feeling...his preyâs delicious taste...getting revenge on the smug black-haired man...the positive list went on. And the best part?
He wasnât even halfway done.
Captain looked down at the rest of Picoâs squirming body. Now that he was focusing more intensely on his friend...Corporal Johnâs concealed doubts began to surface. The man wedged in his mouth was taller by a few good inches. Not to mention, all of the bookâs advice on swallowing someone assumed that the reader drank the Heartâs Desire potion. Doing this without the mystical concoction wasnât mentioned anywhere...was it even possible to get all of his prey swallowed up without feeling uncomfortable?
...
No. Iâm not going back now. Sorry not sorry, Pico.
Ullp~
Pico cringed as an obnoxiously loud gulp pulled in the entirety of his upper chest. More drool and liquids began to coat his increasingly wet body. Any control he previously couldâve had was gone - for the time being, at least. The surrounding throat muscles forcefully pulled him further into the dark depths with every swallow, drawing a few instinctive winces. Trapped in this type of situation, without his normal âpower...â it shouldâve felt unnerving, really.
Still, Pico wasnât concerned about any potential teasing. Several backup plans in case Captain decided to be an asshole were already planned and carefully calculated. He knew from experience that any movements, even the slightest ones, would feel like a blissful massage. Even now, the black-haired man could clearly hear Corporal Johnâs pleased groans echo throughout the slimy surroundings. Pico smiled from every little noise, pushing himself deeper into the abyss.
Were Captain not trapped in a pleasure-induced trance, he wouldâve questioned why his prey wasnât genuinely struggling. At the moment, however, he couldnât bring himself to care about those seemingly useless details. The gentle movements felt pleasant, making him subconsciously relax. Pausing temporarily to breathe, the military leader tilted his head upwards, grabbing onto the rest of Picoâs chest and easing him further down.
Glp~
Sighing peacefully, Captain lowered one of his hands down to his stretched throat. He rubbed the bulge gently, feeling Picoâs soft shifting from within. With each push, the squirming grew more frequent, much to the military leaderâs delight. Corporal Johnâs other hand moved onto where he could feel a strange force pressing against his chest. Nothing in the book mentioned feeling something like this (or if it did, he forgot). Experimentally, he tapped on the seemingly odd blockage.
Then, just as soon as it was there, the blockage disappeared, replaced by a pleasing fullness. Captain groaned happily, moving the hand on his chest down to the swollen lump in his belly. Just as the book described, the swelling that his prey made spread blissful warmness throughout him. The feeling of fullness was rewarding, and it made him feel pleasantly fluffy inside. Once he got adjusted to the feeling, the army commander continued savoring every bit of Picoâs luscious taste.
Similarly to his predator, the black-haired man felt oddly fuzzy. This was the first time heâd ever experienced the prey perspective for himself - needless to say, it was an almost otherworldly ordeal. Being slowly eased down Captainâs throat shouldnât have felt so nice without the help of Heartâs Desire, but...somehow, it did. Pico hummed in thought, lightly moving himself around to pleasure his predator more. If the increasing happy groans were any indication, Corporal John appreciated the movements.
Glrk~
For both Captain and Pico, this was the home stretch. Just one more gulp and the latter would be fully swallowed up. Of course, the former felt disappointed that the pleasant experience would be over soon. But a much larger part of him was excited for how amazing having someone squirm around in his tummy would feel. According to the book, every shift or movement felt like a dreamy, blissful massage. Merely thinking about it made him shudder in anticipation.
Before he took the final swallow, Captain paused to enjoy the sensation of having another human stretch out his throat. Constantly, he had to remind himself - this was Pico, his friend. The same friend that ate him with ease a few days ago. Now the roles were reversed, and the black-haired man would be all crammed into his gut soon enough. Corporal John shivered from the thought that would become reality soon enough.
Truthfully, he still was in disbelief that this wasnât a blissful fever dream. Before now, the thought of ever swallowing Pico wouldâve been wishful thinking. Captain could at least admit that the mischievous black-haired man was stronger, taller, and had a calculated pragmatic approach to everything he did. Considering the possibility of swallowing him was completely out of the question, up until now. And yet, all of this felt like an illusion. But it was real, and it was happening.
While Captain drowned himself in his mess of a mind, Pico reminisced more on this situation. Obviously, he was just being âniceâ - escaping wouldnât take much effort, especially since Corporal John was completely new to this. However, the black-haired man wasnât being bugged all that much about being prey. Most predators in his position wouldâve gone ballistic if they were eaten by their own prey. Instead, Pico felt pleased, even interested with the whole process.
A process that would end soon, if the shifting from outside was any indication. Closing his eyes tight, Pico braced himself for the oncoming impact. Simultaneously, Captain shoved his head back, enjoying the stretching sensation in his throat one last time. He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes closed in nervousness...
Glurck~
âHaah...g-gah...oh my god...â
Corporal John sighed heavily from a mix of relief, exhaustion, and most of all, satisfaction. Without any help from Heartâs Desire, he managed to swallow down his previous predator, which was like a dream scenario to him. Victories against his frenemy were elusive, to say the least. Almost instinctively, Captainâs hand raised up to trace the bulge descending down his throat. Pico squirmed against the gentle prods and pushes from the outside, relaxing as the throat muscles pulled him downward.
After what felt like hours, the black-haired man was ungracefully shoved into his predatorâs belly. His temporary sleeping bag greeted him with a soft squeeze, making him blush in slight embarrassment from how warm it felt. Pico hummed to himself, examining what he could of his current location. Complete darkness surrounded him aside from the pulsating crimson walls. Seeing everything from the prey perspective was admittedly a little awkward, but the gentle squeezing and soft noises made him feel more comfortable.
On the outside, Captain sighed happily from the blissful fullness. Being so stuffed felt heavenly, not to mention the complementary massage that Pico provided from the inside. For once, Corporal John stayed verbally silent. The only thing he wanted to do was slump down on the couch and enjoy the pleasant feeling. If his preyâs light movements were any indication, both of them wanted to do the same thing - relax.
âHaving fun, Cap~?â
Mere seconds later, the rare tranquility was promptly shattered by Picoâs conceited voice. Captain sighed in annoyance, glaring down at the bulge in his middle. Under normal circumstances, tolerating the black-haired manâs smugness wasnât particularly difficult. After all, he dealt with it every single day. At a time like this, though, the egotistical tone infuriated Corporal John. Rolling his eyes, the military commander roughly shoved at his stomach.
âShut the fuck up, Pico. Stop talking.â
Pico snickered from both Captainâs tone and the press, pushing back against where he felt it. He smirked evilly when his predatorâs breath temporarily sped up. âCome on Johnny, donât be like that.â
â...â
âNothing to say? Alright. In that case...you wonât mind if I do this, will you~?â
Smirking to himself, Pico grabbed a handful of the nearest plush wall. Captainâs annoyed (and slightly nervous) voice rang out loud and clear from the outside. âPico, I swear to fucking god-â
Before the sentence could be finished, Pico gave the fleshy wall a tight squeeze. Immediately afterward, Captainâs attempts to insult the black-haired man only came out as pleasured moans. Having his sensitive insides touched felt better than anything heâd ever experienced before. Any previous concerns he had about being teased vanished in an instant. All the Tankmen leader could think about was how incredible his preyâs actions felt.
Being a fellow predator, Pico could immediately tell that Corporal John had already been broken. The satisfied smirk on the formerâs face grew wider as he squeezed the stomach wall once more. âAhaha. Iâm taking that as a no. Better start begging for mercy, Cap~â
Captain stared down at his stomach again from the words. Deep down inside, he knew that Pico was winning, as per usual. There wasnât any way the black-haired man would show mercy by this point. And yet, strangely enough...Corporal John found that he didnât mind being teased this time. He was happy, full, and getting an amazing internal massage from his first ever prey. Letting Pico have his fun didnât sound like an awful option if it meant more belly rubs...
...but, this was still Captain, who defaulted to getting defensive all the time. Instead of submitting like he reasonably shouldâve, the tankman pressed on his stomach again. âIâll never bow down to you.â
âAlright then. Donât say I didnât warn you~â
With the final warning out, Picoâs squirming kicked into high gear. Obviously, he had never been prey before, so all of his movements were based on assumption and previous predator experiences. Judging by Corporal Johnâs poorly stifled groans from above, he was clearly doing an excellent job regardless. If the pleased gurgles were any indication, then the military leaderâs stomach felt the same way too.
On the topic of Captain, he was a blushing, moaning mess. Every little shift and squirm sent another shockwave of pleasure throughout his body. Part of the tankmanâs rational mind wondered if Pico had deliberately planned this entire thing to be an asshole and fluster him. By this point, though, Corporal John didnât have it in him to care. All he could focus on was his preyâs blissful squirming.
âPico...â Captain attempted to start a sentence in the middle of his pleasured haze. Slowly, he massaged at where he could feel Picoâs squirming. The movements from inside grew faster from the rubs, much to the military leaderâs pleasure. âI h-hate you...s-sooooo much...â
âI love you too, Johnny~â
Captain rolled his eyes, sighing in exasperation. Even when the man was prey, Pico still found dozens of ways to annoy and fluster him. Truthfully, Corporal John couldâve easily snatched control back if he so desired. Predators always had at least some degree of control over their situation. But right now, enjoying the intense pleasure triumphed over the urge to not be bossed around by his prey.
âHah...t-the more things change...the more they s-stay the same...â the military leader murmured, smiling idiotically. He teasingly pushed down on where he could feel Picoâs head. âThatâs h-how the saying g-goes, yeah?â
âSeems someoneâs finally embracing this...â Pico replied, adjusting himself to get more of the pleasant rubs. Captain didnât bother with replying verbally, preferring to continue pressing at his squirming prey.
Already, thoughts of doing this more were swarming the Tankmen leaderâs mind. Satisfying fullness, blissful pleasure, keeping his friend close...there were simply too many positive aspects. Not to mention all of the potential prey options. One choice in particular seemed to fuel his newly discovered predator side the most. Just thinking about Steve filling up his belly made Corporal John subconsciously drool.
There was also the matter of Pico...honestly, Captain could never tell what was going on in that conniving brain of his. Enigmatic wasnât nearly enough to describe the raven-haired manâs mysterious aura. Additionally, in hindsight...something felt off about the way he let himself get swallowed so easily. Not once did Pico ever genuinely struggle while being eaten. He squirmed, sure, but never attempted escaping once.
Part of Captain was glad to have such a submissive first meal. But a much larger part of him wanted to know why swallowing his friend wasnât difficult at all. Knowing Pico, he wouldâve yelled and fought the whole way down. And yet, the man let himself get eaten without the slightest hint of resistance. Almost like...he wanted to be a meal...suddenly, Corporal John had an epiphany.
âSo, does this mean Iâll be the predator from now on~?â
Momentarily, the air turned weirdly silent. Seconds later, the uneasy silence was interrupted by Pico randomly bursting into laughter.
Out of all the expected responses, a random snickering fit was easily at the bottom. âH-hey, Iâm serious!â Captain blushed in an odd sense of embarrassment, rubbing at his prey more to distract himself.
Much to the military leaderâs humiliation, Pico continued to snicker for an entire minute, before finally pulling himself together. He cleared his throat awkwardly, leaning against one of the walls.
âEhm, no. This is a one time thing. But itâs cute that you thought Iâd let myself be eaten again~â
Despite expecting that response, Corporal John frowned, not even caring about his theory being correct. Seemed like he was being demoted back to prey status tomorrow. Regardless, that didnât mean eating Steve in the future was a lost cause. Just imagining the small soldier vigorously fighting against his stomach walls made Captain shiver in delight. Pico felt the shudder surrounding him, sparking his curiosity.
âWhatâs on your mind, Johnny? You can tell me.â
âHuh?â Captain snapped back into reality at the sound of Picoâs suave voice. The blush across the tankmanâs face grew wider once he realized how long heâd zoned out on dreamy fantasies. âOh, uh...I was just thinking.â
Pico hummed thoughtfully, pausing for a moment. When the realization of what Captain was so distracted with struck him, an evil smirk spread onto the black-haired manâs face. Honestly, this wasnât surprising, not at all. Of course Corporal John would want to swallow someone again, considering the infinite amount of positive aspects. How convenient that his job made finding new prey easy.
âThinking, hm? Whatâs on your mind, Johnny? I wonât make fun of you, promise.â
Captain bit his lip, pondering on whether or not giving Pico any teasing material was a good idea in the long run. Granted, the man already had enough information to make fun of him for an eternity. One more key piece of exploitable info couldnât hurtâŚ
âI was just thinking...do you have any spare vials of Heartâs Desire for me?â
Pico smiled. It wasnât his iconic smug smile - it was a genuine, friendly one. âIâm quite glad you askedâŚâ
As Pico rambled about Heartâs Desire, Captain sunk back into his pleasant thoughts. Most of them involved getting a nice, delicious meal. One thing that stayed consistent was the prey choice. Every predatory fantasy involved Steve in some way. Whether it be him as prey, giving belly rubs, or both. Corporal John leaned back on the couchâs pillow, letting the blissful fullness and vivid daydreams fill his mind.
Good morning, it is time to sin. This is the story Iâm most confident in posting first (I say, as I post vore of an unfinished mod). Neo is by far my favorite mod, I wrote this to celebrate its release since July was supposed to be the completion date at the time I started writing this. Obviously things didnât go to plan, but hey, Iâm still proud of this regardless. This was finished prior to the second release trailer, which is why Pico and Captain are enemies here, assuming that regular Week 7 also happened in this universe. Itâs a bit confusing if you look into it too much, but it doesnât ruin the story or anything.
Anyway, enjoy the Tankman Torture. May post the sorta, very vaguely sequel on Neoâs actual release day. Also this is available on AO3 but its profile locked to spare guests on the FNF tag from seeing me ruin a mod lol.
Something different was in the air. Steve could sense it the instant his eyes fluttered open and were greeted with silvery moonlight.
He wasnât sure why his (honestly, ever-present) desire to see Corporal John had outweighed the more important duty of cleaning the tank. Cleanliness was something the man obsessed over, after all. Under normal circumstances, Steve wouldâve made sure it looked spotless before daring to approach his fickle leader. Today, though, was different. An overwhelming urge to go see Captain right now ran through his mind.
Steve wasnât a superstitious man, but when a premonition buried itself into his head, he knew better than to disregard it. After drinking his nighttime / morning coffee, he went over to the area that his leader usually stuck around during this time of day. Once he got there, the tankman was startled by the sight of a familiar ebony-haired, uzi wielding male conversing with Captain. Upon closer inspection, that mysterious girl and her boyfriend were also present, watching over their (former?) enemy like a pair of hawks.
When he began to take in the sight more clearly, Steve was glad heâd come. That was an odd feeling - despite all of the events tearing the two apart, Captain and Pico were still friends, or at least borderline friends. Shooting your friendâs battalion is probably a friendship killer for anyone normal. Regardless of whether the two were cooperating or squabbling, inquiring to get more details felt like a good idea. An aura of uneasiness seemed to surround him...nonetheless, he persisted and walked closer to the scene.
He couldnât quite hear what the trio was saying, but his leaderâs voice rang out loud and clear. âLetâs go somewhere private so that we can catch up, yeah? I hope you know I'm still pissed at your ass regardless of whatever excuse you have.â
âWhatâs going on here?â
The three outsiders turned around, visibly startled to see someone else in this seemingly private area. Captain followed the trioâs gaze, seeming to perk up as his eyes landed on his dear friend. He walked over to greet Steve properly, while Pico simply acknowledged him with a polite nod. The two lovebirds didnât address him at all beyond raising their eyebrows.
âHey, Steve. We're just discussing the apology that I'm owed for last week."
Though Captain didn't notice it since he wasn't facing him, the man wearing headphones rolled his eyes. Steve, however, did pick up on it, and his worry began to grow. He didnât know what specifically these trespassers wanted to discuss with Corporal John, but his inner voice implored him to not let him follow them blindly. This could be some sort of ruse to get reprisal for last weekâs events. Nearly shooting their heads off was not going to be water under the bridge so easily.
âOh, I see. I overheard you guys wanting to go somewhere private. Can I come too? Just to make sure these two arenât causing any trouble...no offense.â
âNone taken. I wouldnât trust me either,â the solo female responded, a smirk weaving onto her face. Pico shot her a side-eye.
âSorry Steve, but this is a private discussion. Iâm not looking for unwanted attention. Canât I talk to your fearless leader once in a blue moon?â
Already, the insufferable little quips had started. While the black-haired man did have a genuine desire to avoid conflict when possible, his underlying hostility caused that to be something of a facade. Not many people could sense it, but when you have someone like Captain John as your best friend, Steve picked up on it immediately. Sometimes, he swore that Pico was playing a perennial game of chess with everyone else in the world, and he always remained two steps ahead.
The tankman opened his mouth to protest, only to have his thought process disrupted by a hand resting on his shoulder. âQuit being such a baby, Steve. Pico here isnât gonna pull any bullshit. Iâll be fine.â
Defying his leaderâs orders for once was tempting, extraordinarily so. Steve wanted to protest more - that mental voice was back with a vengeance. Unfortunately, his overwhelming desire for obeying Captain was stronger than whatever paranoia he was experiencing. Even if something was truly amiss here, his leader was strong and resolute. He sighed, nodding and drooping his head down as a sign of conceding defeat.
âOkay...hope you have funâŚâ
Captain smiled, turning around to locate a private area. While he walked away, the black-haired man (with a green stripe in his hair) and his girlfriend trailed behind him. Something in the way they walked seemed deliberate, like they had already planned this. Steve sighed again, finding himself wondering if he should come up with an excuse to call his leader back. Alas, a good one was eluding his mind at the moment, so he watched the tankman begin to gradually slip out of his vision.
Pico seemed to notice his discomfort and walked over to pat him on the shoulder. âRelax, Steve. Iâve had plenty of chances to maim Cap and I havenât taken them once, have I? This is just a friendly discussion. Nothing more, nothing less...â
As Pico ran off to join the other three, Steve swore that he heard a rumbling sound, most likely one of an empty stomach. He had no reason to care for it, and thus brushed it aside. Almost immediately after Captain was out of sight, his own gut felt like it was sinking. And it wasnât out of hunger.
âââââ
âWeâre here.â
The quartet was well out of sight from the military zone when Captain came to a stop. Keith and Cherry followed suit, each staying on either side of Pico in what was probably a gesture to protect him in case something went wrong. Most people would interpret it as wholesome; per contra, however, the army leader just found it very moronic. Considering the events of last week, their friend was protecting them by staying in the middle, not the other way around.
An awkward silence filled the air, until Captain finally broke it. âWell? Iâm waiting. I donât have all day.â
All three of the raven-haired outsiders looked at each other, then back at their (rather impolite) enemy - almost like what he said didnât make any degree of sense. Captain opened his mouth, assuredly to say something snarky. The world would never know what specifically he wanted to say, as whatever words he was planning to speak never came out verbally. He was too perplexed by the abrupt sounds of giggling coming from Cherry and Keith. Pico wasnât having a seemingly odd snickering fit like them, instead just twisting his neutral look into an evil grin.
âDid you really think I was going to apologize for defending my friends? Come on, Cap. Youâre smarter than this.â
Even in the warzoneâs sweltering heat, Captain felt a bolt of ice race down his spine. Pico only used that type of tone when he had someone cornered (figuratively and literally). If he was using it here, then him and the other two morons he called friends were definitely not in the mood for apologizing. With a mountain of evidence now shoved into his face, the military leader quickly realized that heâd been tricked.
âWhy, you snide rat! I swear, you treat everything as a fucking game! What was even the point of dragging me here?!â
In his rambling, the tankman didnât notice Pico snap his fingers, prompting his accomplices to finally make a move. Before Captain could react, a pair of arms from his left and right restrained him, catching him completely off guard. For a few moments, he just stood there dumbly; once he registered what was going on, he yelled in a mix of shock and slight anxiety. To his surprise, the demon girl and her boyfriendâs grips were both like iron (well, it was more remarkable for the latter), holding him in place without showing any signs of stress.
âHey! The fuck- get your fucking hands off-!â
âHnmph. Too caught up in fighting and spewing out profanity to use your brain,â Pico jeered, walking over to trail his finger down the manâs helmet. âIâd tell you to save the resistance, but honestly I donât really care. I suppose itâs better if you waste it hereâŚâ
Not at all liking the words, Captainâs eyes locked onto the charcoal-haired man suspiciously, watching as he pulled out a glass from his pocket that contained some sort of rainbow-colored liquid. Corporal John could only gaze in confusion when Pico uncorked the bottle and began to chug down the multicolored fluid. The former wasnât sure if it was intentional that every gulping noise was audible to him, but he definitely wasnât going to ask. So he didnât, instead just cautiously watching.
Once the entire bottleâs contents were completely gone, Pico unlatched from it. A feeling of unknown dread coursed itself through Captainâs veins at the very much excessive smirk and lip lick that he received as his former companion leaned down to look him in the eyes (or rather, visor). If the âalmightyâ Tankmen leader didnât have any degree of self-control, he wouldâve pissed himself when he felt his headgearâs buckles being unfastened. Many boundaries had been crossed for Corporal John (including several ones he didnât even know he had), but his helmet being taken off had to be the worst.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?!â Captain demanded for an answer, attempting to fight back harder against his captorsâ grasp. Their hold remained firm nonetheless, though Keith did stumble a bit before Cherry assisted him with her magic. âDonât you dare-â
The sentence remained unfinished. Pico hooked his fingers under the protesting squadron generalâs helmet, carefully pulling it off to assure he wouldnât harm him. Whether this was an impulsive act or a subtle gesture to show his frenemy he didnât have malicious intent wasnât fully clear. Whatever the case may be, he made sure to not leave a single mark on Captain or his headgear. Although the gesture didnât go unnoticed by the tankman, it was falsely misinterpreted as a mocking one. Were he in any position to do so, he wouldâve made a snarky comment about it, and almost opened his mouth to point it out.
Almost. Captainâs words only came out as a stunned gasp when a cerulean aura of energy surrounded him, attributing it to Cherryâs doing from the gleaming blue glow he could see in the corner of his eyes. Despite the magical hold being powerful enough without being overbearingly awkward (How very generous of her, he thought), the military commander still noted that Keithâs grip remained strong. Both demon and human worked in sync to shift their captiveâs position, pinning him against a nearby ruined building.
To Captain, two people (one of whom was a demon) holding him down was uncomfortable, regardless of the surprising gentleness. Touchiness was definitely not something he liked, only tolerating it with Steve. A magical hold didnât really qualify as physical physical contact, but it semi-counted in his mind. Nonetheless, the meaning of âpersonal spaceâ didnât seem to apply here. That theory was further supported when Pico smiled down at him, walking closer (moments like this made the corporal hate their height difference) to give his hair a little ruffle.
âYou said this area was private, yeah? For your sake, I hope that wasnât a lie. Wouldnât want your men to see their dauntless leader in this type of position, hm~?â
With those words said, he opened his mouth wide. Wider than any human shouldâve logically been able to. Logic wasnât a thing in this world, but it didnât make the sight any less unnerving. Some part of Captain wondered how the fuck Pico was able to stretch his jaw so wide without showing any signs of discomfort. The Tankmen commander quickly learned that anatomy concerns were the absolute least of his worries when the warzoneâs dusty landscape was replaced by the dark red abyss of his adversaryâs gaping maw. Cherryâs magical hold and Keithâs strong yet gentle grip over him persisted, completely restricting his movements.
For the first time in his life, Corporal John could not form words, or do anything at all. He was paralyzed in puzzlement and, more importantly, a newfound sense of panic. His previous nervousness had now descended into fear, not unlike how his head was slowly descending towards Picoâs throat. Absolutely every bit of Captainâs common sense (yes, he did have it, albeit very little) told him to trigger the fight response and start doing something, anything. But his body was refusing to cooperate with his brain.
As his frenemy (well, more like prey) sunk into a shocked state, Pico moaned at the mouthwatering, delicious taste of the Tankmen leader. The flavor couldnât be pinpointed on anything specific, but the closest he could compare it to would be an Oreo cookie - sweet chocolate with sugary, fluffy vanilla added in. A hint of tanginess was really just icing on the already flawless cake. All of the flavors combined into a sensational swirl of tastiness, causing the usually composed man to salivate and unintentionally cascade more drool down Captainâs body.
Meanwhile, the disoriented army executive could still feel everything that was currently happening. His head was continuously slathered over by Picoâs tongue, the man wanting to leave no area not thoroughly savored if the groans of delight and slobbery drooling were any indication. To Captainâs dismay, not even his (self-proclaimed) fabulous black hair was safe from getting disgusting drool all over it. A thick layer of viscous saliva had already coated the entirety of his head before he could finally comprehend the no doubt awkward position heâd found himself in.
This isnât happening, the military commander thought to himself. Heâs just...playing a prank. He wonât actually swallow me. Thatâs ridiculous! Itâs just him having a fucked up sense of humor...
There was a slight pause, like Pico was thinking about something. At first, Captain foolishly believed that his frenemy would realize heâd gone too far with being playful. He felt a slight shifting, followed by the magical hold pushing him forwards, closer to the weird looking tube.
Okay, thatâs fine. That doesnât mean he can-
Glurk~
What the hell...oh, fuck. This is happening. Heâs not playing. He can and will swallow me! Whole!
The first swallow shook Corporal John to his core. Captainâs entire body was shot with a rush of adrenaline once he understood that this wasnât a game. Even if he wanted to envelop himself in a veil of denial, the facts were practically being crammed down his throat at this point. Picoâs satisfied groaning reverberating around him didnât help the tankmanâs mental state either. Knowing that his predator was enjoying this wasnât soothing information to know. Only now did he attempt to put up something vaguely resembling a struggle.
Alas, the point for resistance had long since passed. There sure as hell wasnât escaping for him beforehand, but now marked the clear-cut point of no return. Captain found it incredibly difficult to do anything more with his body than wiggle and squirm weakly, no doubt an effect of the magic aura reducing his struggling in general. At least Keith had released his hold, probably taking the indirect hint that his girlfriend didnât need any assistance. Still, one bit of good luck was very microscopic compared to the infinite amount of misfortune that the tankman was currently suffering through.
Captainâs plight was made worse by the fact that he could see the inner workings of his predatorâs throat thanks to the magical energy nudging him deeper into the manâs gullet. Azure light illuminated his pulsating surroundings, a few cringes coming from the military commander at how gross this looked. He instinctively closed his eyes to evade watching, only to have them stung from the slobber that dripped down his visor. Thankfully, a small period of grace was given as Pico once again stopped his licks, taking a moment to breathe.
Maybe heâs realizing that this is all ridiculous, the army leader thought, still trying to desperately convince himself that this was a prank gone five steps too far at the minimum. Heâll spit me out soon. He has to! Itâll happen right now. ...Three...two...one-
Gulmph~
The theory was swiftly shattered when an obnoxiously loud swallow tugged Captain further down his sealed confines. He squawked in an extreme sense of apprehension, now fully understanding the reality of his predicament. In hindsight, he was incredibly naive to believe that this situation was escapable. Things could never just be âordinaryâ when dealing with Pico. This world didnât have anything logical about it, but swallowing him like some sort of meal was where the tankman found that the line of âwhat the fuckâ had now been sufficiently crossed.
âHey, you fucking degenerate! Spit me out right now! Iâll pump you so full of lead that youâll be using your dick for a pencil!â
Captainâs enraged words were meant to sound imposing, however instead they just reeked of whiny saltiness. Pico couldnât help but roll his eyes at the overly vulgar threat that came from his frenemy - ridiculously excessive and needlessly violent, as per usual. The plea (more like demand, really) fell on deaf ears as he never once halted enjoying his preyâs luscious taste for a second. Excess drool gushed over Captainâs chest, a few drops managing to dribble all the way down towards his boots. Once a major amount of his chest was completely covered in dripping saliva, the army commander felt himself being nudged deeper into the compact tunnel.
Guulk~
Upon realizing that words werenât going to get out of this, Captainâs body kicked into high gear, his trepidation overriding any subconscious desire to not harm his âfriend.â Unfortunately, his body was fatigued and half of it was washed over with sticky fluids. Pico never once acknowledged the struggles, further adding to the hopelessness of the situation. Putting up a good defiance wouldâve been immensely difficult for anyone, even Corporal John. That wasnât even mentioning Cherryâs magical hold constraining his movements, slowly pushing him into the crimson darkness.
While he was doing just fine in his current position, Pico knew that changing it would make this easier in the long run. He eased Captain upwards, then turned around to stand against the wall, tilting his head up as he did so. The black-haired man wrapped an arm around his stomach, panting so heavily that his frenemy was concerned about him breathing too hard. Corporal John still showed some care toward his âfriend,â though a much larger reason why he didnât want him to pass out was due to the no doubt awkward situation that would arise from trying to pull himself out of Picoâs throat.
An abrupt pressure against him, however, made Captain want to do that regardless. He didnât know what the hell Pico was doing out there, but what mattered was how...oddly pleasant it felt. What heâd place it on specifically wasnât clear to the the tankman - the closest thing he could compare it to was a bizarre add-on to the weird slimy massage. When he instinctively jerked at the press, his âfrenemyâ paused whatever the hell he was doing, and Corporal John was ashamed to mentally admit that he had to hold back a disappointed whimper.
For once in his life, he decided to do something he never did - ask a question. âHey! What are you-â
Gullp~
â...doing.â
....Well, tried to, at least. Once again, Captain received no verbal response. In his predatorâs defense, speaking with half of a person in your throat would be challenging for any non-demon. Pico briefly stopped as he felt something pressing at some sort of blockage deep in his chest. Then, the barrier was gone, and the feeling of pleasant fullness washed over his empty belly. Concurrently, a wet sucking sound resonated through Corporal Johnâs ears, prompting him to open his eyes. He was greeted with the familiar pulsating surroundings, along with a prismatic light. It was rather ironic - the multicolored lights from the potionâs liquids were radiant and pretty, a complete contrast to the fleshy red walls and âceiling.â
Knowing full well that he couldnât fight this anymore, Corporal John decided to take in his situation more. His (ex) friend was swallowing him down with the help of a demon girl. Even by this worldâs standards, that was a ridiculous notion. Yet...being eaten wasnât bothering him as much as it reasonably should. The iridescent gleam was pleasant to look at, and it wasnât enough to hurt his eyes or shoved in his face to the point of making him cringe. Plus, the muscles that surrounded and squeezed him almost felt like a warm hug.
(Sure, hugs were often not meant to be wet...but when he did get hugs from Steve once in a blue moon, they were sweaty from the heat. So, it still counted!)
Grrk~
Captain was pulled out of his thoughts by another strong swallow. He had obviously never been prey before, but could tell that this was the home stretch. That gentle rubbing feeling was back now, prompting his shivers to make a return. Additionally, he felt the rest of his legs and feet being softly pushed down by Pico. The blue magic holding the tankman down abruptly faded, graciously letting him move again. Without the rainbow light, he wouldâve been left in pitch-black darkness, since there would otherwise be nothing to light up his surroundings.
Both predator and prey took deep breaths as they attempted to compose themselves in preparation for the inevitable final swallow. The former needed it more, considering that he was the one swallowing a whole ass man like a demon would. That wasnât to say Captain also didnât need one last break, however. He began to slow down his breathing, shifting against the soft rubs from outside. When those caresses came to a halt, the army commander knew that he was about to be completely swallowed up. The only thing he could do was brace himself as he felt Pico tilting his head back.
Ulp~
With that one, last swallow, Corporal John felt the throatâs muscles pull him down vigorously towards his destination. After what felt like an eternity, he was ungracefully squished into what was obviously Picoâs belly. All sorts of liquids surrounded him, the most recognizable being the varicolored fluid that shined in his eyes. The fluids had a refreshing coolness to them, almost making him feel calm despite the very embarrassing circumstances.
Sighing to himself, Captain shuffled around, trying to find a corner that wasnât liquid filled. Truthfully, it shouldnât have bothered him, given how his entire body was already glazed with gooey saliva. Nonetheless, he didnât need any more slimy fluids oozing down his sopping wet body. When he began to wriggle himself around, he could hear Picoâs fatigued breaths and huffs speed up for just a moment. Corporal John wouldâve loved to press on it, but the tankman simply did not have it in him to care...
...That is, until he felt someone pressing on his body. Initially, it was just small presses, then firmer pushes...and then consistent, smooth rubbing. Combined with the gentle squeezes of the surrounding stomach muscles, Captain felt like he was being enveloped in a wet, warm embrace. He shifted and squirmed as the soft rubs squished him against the velvety walls. Picoâs pleasured groans echoed throughout the tankmanâs surroundings, flushing his face with a bright vermillion. It made Corporal John wonder...
What is happening out there?
âââââ
âDoes this spot make your tummy feel good~? Shall we keep going?â
âCherry, listen to him! He sounds so happyâŚâ
Pico was in heaven. His entire body felt electric, overloaded with pleasure and satisfaction. Cherry and Keith both kneaded and squeezed his swollen belly, drawing faint movements from the man currently filling it up. Ever since he first discovered the enigmatic Heartâs Desire potion, something inside Pico had changed. Whether he always had an inner predator to him or if it was a new development remained unknown. But the prospect of getting to feel what demons felt had definitely flipped some kind switch.
âO-oh shit, Keith, your h-hand is- Mmghh..too lowâŚâ
âOops. Sorry.â
âSorry, m-my- AAAHH! Ohhhh my god, Cherry...w-warn meâŚmm...next timeâŚâ
Convincing the two to go along with his plan wasnât even that hard, honestly. Cherry wouldnât pass up on an opportunity to absolutely embarrass Captain, much less when it was helping her friend get a delicious squirmy meal. She was automatically down from moment one. Keith, on the other hand...he was a bit harder to convince. It took some smooth-talking (mostly from his demon girlfriend) to get him on-board, but once he was persuaded, he gradually warmed up to the idea.
âHeh, Iâve never really gotten to see this from the outside.â Keith whispered in Picoâs ear, making him shudder. âI guess revenge did taste sweet after all~â
Pico tensed up as he suddenly remembered just who was filling his belly. A tidal wave of guilt crashed into him in an instant, completely shattering the glass pane of sheer pleasure. His more cynical side spoke to him, saying that Captain didnât matter at this time. On the other hand, his typically masked softer side was concerned about how his âfrenemyâ was handling this. The inky-haired man groaned; not in pleasure, but at the conflicting feelings of selfishness and altruism, trying his best to make the decision that he perceived as âcorrect.â
Apparently, Cherry noticed his inner turmoil, as she looked at him with concern. âIs something wrong, Pico?â the demon asked, giving his tummy a gentle press. Her worried tone made him melt like ice cream.
âNaaah, Iâm f-fine. Just need to c-calm down this assholeâŚâ Pico momentarily paused his statement to poke at the human-sized bulge in his stomach. He laid his finger there, smirking as Captain pushed back. â...Privately, i-if you donât mind. Iâve got some...personal things to discuss with himâŚâ
Cherry and Keith looked at each other with visible chagrin, but halted their rubbing nonetheless. âOh, okay. I understand,â the former replied with sadness, nodding to her boyfriend. The obvious disappointment pained Picoâs heart, making him scramble for another, more positive thing to add on.
âBut...I will make sure you and Keith get rewarded for today~â
The smug grin plastered on Picoâs face grew wider as Cherryâs face began to match her name. âIâll look forward to it~â she replied, in a tone of voice that made it perfectly clear she was more than happy with teasing. Keith nodded in response to his girlfriendâs words, standing up to adjust his headphones.âYeah. I will too, ahaha!â
Giving one last gentle pat to Picoâs belly, the lovebirds stood up, wiping off the dust and sand from their clothes. Cherry hopped back up into her boyfriendâs arms, giving him a quick smooch. Keith returned the passionate kiss before turning back to his friend. He smiled softly, waving with his free hand as his demon girlfriend did the same.
âBye, Pico!â âHave fun with Cap!â
And with a lazuline flash, the couple was gone. Admittedly, Pico did instantaneously feel lonely without his dear friends to keep him company and rub his belly. He promptly got over it a second or two later, smirking to himself in sudden realization. In normal conditions, being left alone with Captain wasnât his idea of fun, especially not after the man pissed him off enough to put their formerly strong friendship on an infinite hiatus. But when Corporal John was his meal, Picoâs regular dread at being ânearâ the tankman didnât apply.
Surprisingly, Captain was being rather relaxed already - sure, there were some minor wriggles and movements here and there, but he wasnât screaming and fighting like someone of his character would. Perhaps he had worn out his energy on the way down, or found out remarkably fast that getting out of this situation was impossible - Pico didnât know, nor did he care. Either way, the normally prissy military leader being docile was an intriguing anomaly. If he was like this before the main teasing even began, then well...
Corporal John was grade A screwed.
âââââ
âHey, Cap? You doing alright~?â
The distinctive smugness of Picoâs voice filled Captainâs ears, making him grimace and sigh. Though it was convincingly veiled, Corporal John occasionally wished he were dead or simply did not exist during certain moments. Considering that he was currently trapped in a gut, now was the (possibly only) time where his âwantâ was more of a âneed.â Additionally, he wasnât oblivious to what happened on the outside just a few minutes prior - the conversation between the trio of weirdos was clearly audible to the tankman, making him wonder if his ego really deserved more deflating today.
âBesides the fact that you dragged me away from Steve, had the weirdo demon girl hold me down with magic, and swallowed me without my consent? Yeah, Iâm alright.â
Pico rolled his eyes at the sarcastic words, smirking idiotically. There was the Corporal John he knew, always running his mouth even in situations where he possessed none of his power. Without a doubt, the military leader did have a sort of charisma to him that was downright mesmerizing. Still, hearing Captain continue to pretend like his satirical words had any effect amused the onyx-haired man. He felt over his stomach, letting one of his hands rest near the army generalâs head.
âMhm. You say the first part as if he wouldâve bailed you out. Charming fellow, but not the most reliable, is he?â
âTrust me, that man is stronger than he looks.â
âHmm.â Pico faked a thinking tone, drumming his fingers on where he could feel Captainâs head. He snickered as the tankman roughly shoved against his hand. âAnd tell me, how would Steveâs strength fare against an omnipotent demon?â
Captain winced, shuddering at the thought. Steve wasnât weak, but calling him strong was also an overstatement. Not that his strength level mattered against an immortal demon with immense magical prowess, especially considering that she seemingly had no qualms about Pico slaughtering tankmen. Granted, the man had standards - he knew that splitting apart Corporal John and his fuckbuddy was quite possibly the worst mistake you could make. Still...who knew what poor, pure Steve would think if he saw his leader being eaten?
Frankly, the thought was more funny than it was awkward.
â...Yeah, got me there.â
Silence filled the air shortly after, something that Captain was very much grateful for. Pico sighed, letting him and his frenemy bask in blissful stillness. Unfortunately, the tranquility swiftly turned awkward from Corporal Johnâs perspective. He wasnât used to (mostly) silence, especially not when it concerned the man who just loved to run his smug mouth on and on. Speaking up would have ruined the moment, so instead he just sat there in uneasiness.
Noticing that his âfriendâ was unnaturally stiff, Pico felt obligated to make him feel less tense. He trailed his finger down the bulge in his stomach, then went up to Captainâs back and started to gently rub it. A smile crept onto his face at the positive reaction he received. Corporal John groaned at the pleasant feeling, changing his position in an attempt to get more of it. The relaxing massage was sending shockwaves of...something shooting everywhere, even to the tips of his fingers.
âHowâs that feel, Cap~? Feels nice, doesnât it?â
Alas, like all good things, Pico had to ruin it by saying something in his iconic âIâm better than youâ tone. Captain was significantly surprised that his head didnât explode from how much heat rushed to his face. Never before had he felt such a torrent of warmth swarm him from simple words.
âN-no it doesnât! When the fuck d-did I say anything like t-that?!â
âYouâre not slick, Cap. One, body language. Two, youâre literally inside of me, I could hear your noises just fine. Three, weâre literally talking casually as if one of us isnât serving as the otherâs dinner.â
Pico wasnât incorrect. In the end, that was the greatest insult to this situation from Captainâs perspective. Being figuratively cornered, powerless, and humiliated were never feelings he was used to, much less ones to ever be prepared for. He couldnât even bring himself to care that this was his âfrenemyâ making him feel this way. All the tankman could focus on was the blood pounding in his ears and the intense blush spreading across his cheeks.
âWell, Cap? Iâm waiting.â
Silence echoed throughout the air aside from the gurgling of Picoâs stomach. Captain shuddered in nervous tension, biting his lip to keep any kind of sounds or words from escaping. Both of them knew that he was in more pleasure than he let on, yet refused to admit it. However, not only was he pinned against a wall (nearly literally), but he also couldnât use his brain at full capacity when his current environment sloshed and shifted around him.
It took a while (or at least it did from Picoâs perspective) for Corporal John to finally respond. â...Alright, fine. You win. This timeâŚâ
âAtta way, Cap.â To give some sort of âreward,â Pico pressed a little harder near his frenemyâs back. Judging by the soft groan he could hear, he guessed that was a sufficient enough âprize.â He smiled, starting to gently rub his belly again. âI always win~.â
Captain couldnât help but roll his eyes at the manâs smugness. The military leader teasingly shoved against Picoâs hand, snickering at the surprised noise that came from him. âYou sure didnât win vs that beep-boop bitch in a rap battle.â
âThatâs because the plot obligates me to lose. Thereâs a difference, Cap.â
âWhateverâŚâ
Having sorted out the previous awkwardness, the duo decided to stop talking for a short while. Both wanted to savor the moment more over quarreling with their frenemy. From Picoâs perspective, this was absolute perfection. He had his frenemy (who was more friend than enemy at this point) filling his gut, giving him a relaxing internal massage. The feeling was so very warm and nice, spreading an increasing fuzziness throughout his body that made him shudder.
Similarly, Captain felt the fuzzy feeling beginning to shroud him in a cloud of blissful calmness. His snuggly surroundings gently squeezed him every minute, further adding to the comforting warmth. The experience was cozy, comfortable, and warmed him to the core. He let his body melt, lazily rubbing the closest plush wall with a hand. A dumb smile unconsciously found itself creeping up on his face as his friend groaned softly, lightly pushing back.
âSo, youâre not gonna kill me once I let you out, right Johnny~?â Pico asked in a playful tone. Even without seeing him, Captain could hear the smile in his voice.
âI might.â
âIf you kill me, then we canât talk about Newgrounds anymore!â
âFair point.â
Pico sighed happily, closing his eyes with a rare soft smile. A loving (platonic) warmth wrapped around him, heightening his pleasant feeling. To be honest, he never really associated Captain with anything remotely positive, especially considering the rather unpleasant way they split. The black-haired man could admit he did go a bit too far by ripping off part of the military leaderâs visor, but...still. Pondering on who was to blame didnât matter right now. He just wanted to focus on the pure perfection of this blissful experience.
With a soft sigh, Pico gave his belly the best hug he could manage, smiling wider at the soft groans and squirms from Captain. âMmmm...hey, Cap? I missed youâŚâ
Captain sucked in a breath at the words and soft embrace from the outside, trembling slightly. Intense emotions were never his strong suit, considering his superpower of making everything (more) awkward. Surges of nervousness streamed across his body, contemplating the proper words to say without being embarrassing. He could be an ass and blow off Picoâs rare kindness, or reciprocate it. The former would typically be his normal choice, but...given how much of a dick he was the last two times they ran into each other, some sort of positive feelings were long overdue.
Besides, itâs about time he stopped looking to the past and started focusing on the future.
So in response, he smiled and embraced the closest wall near him. âYeah. I did, too.â
