Been absolutely loving the idea of unwilling prey AND an unwilling pred. Just.
A man groaning and panting as he's strapped down to a table and TRYING to squirm and thrash but he can't escape the discomfort in his middle as some poor morsel squirms inside. He can't even help them either, thanks to the metal collar around his neck
He tries to ask them to stop. He's not any happier about this either. There's some group of plucky scientists watching them and taking notes, and really, it'd suck to give them what they wanted, so really, the prey ought to settle down and stop giving him SUCH a terrible bellyache. No, no, worse than a bellyache. His entire body hurts. He wasn't made for this, and yet, he's still forced to endure long hours of a filled out, gurgling belly.
Imagine you're a villager with a bit of a prey-ish side.
You go to the Duke to get supplies from time to time, and for as long as you can remember you've been fascinated by his enormous belly. Sometimes, on the days when you arrive to the caravan after he's taken his midday meal, his belly is especially firm and round and you're able to catch a glimpse of him rubbing it fondly, and stifling belches with the side of his hand when he thinks nobody's looking. Sometimes, most thrillingly of all, sometimes you swear you see the movement of something living trapped under all that fat.
It's not proper to have the kind of thoughts you've been having about the merchant. The church teaches that being devoured is a painful and bloody punishment for transgression, but you can't help but think that the Duke would be different. When the mountain winters are cold, especially, you fantasise about how warm it would be to be swallowed up.
You thought for years he didn't notice, but of course he did- the Duke notices everything. The confirmation comes one day when you're the only customer to the emporium. He burps, quietly but still enough that you can hear, and laughs apologetically.
"Oh, excuse me!" he says, jovial as ever, "I'm afraid my dinner is still disagreeing with me."
The last part of the apology is given in a knowing tone, as his hand rubs circles on his bloated stomach. You see the faintest shape of a hand, or maybe a knee, press outwards through the globe of exposed flesh sitting in his lap.
You stammer out something about not minding, sounding more flustered than you intend to.
"But," he sighs, still rubbing his belly, which audibly groans as it processes the mass within. "It was a filling meal otherwise, and it will be a while yet until I'm hungry again."
He looks over at you, judging your reaction. He can tell that you understand his meaning, that he says this both as a comfort and an indirect invitation.
"You're not the first to have had these fascinations, you know," he continues. "And far be it from me to deny anyone their desires. Such a rare and wonderful thing it is, to find a meal that enjoys being eaten."
You think on that for a moment, and tell him the truth- as dear as that fantasy is to you, you'd have to think before acting on it. The Duke nods understandingly, with a good-natured chuckle.
"The customer is always right, of course," he says. "And I apologise for my boldness. It's just that..." He trails off, looking you over, a hungry glint in his eye and a hand still on his belly. "I have always thought you looked exceptionally well-fed."
The compliment catches you off guard and makes your face flush. You pay for your goods and exchange thanks.
"Do think about it," he says, as you're leaving. "You might enjoy the chance to be part of something bigger than yourself. My schedule is open for breakfast tomorrow, if the curiosity gets the better of you. And if it does...I can guarantee that afterwards, you'll be warm and comfortable, and you'll have no troubles at all."
You do think on it, in fact it's all you can think of for the rest of the day.
The next morning you arrive at the town square again, wearing only thin clothes despite the chill. The Duke is waiting, sipping a hot tea. You could swear you can hear his belly rumble at the sight of you, like a kept tiger. The merchant clasps his fat hands together and beams.
"Ah, my guest finally arrives!" he calls. Then, in a low, sensual rumble as you approach- "And thank goodness, I'm positively starving."
He extends a hand and helps you climb up onto the caravan. Up close you can really appreciate the sheer size of him- there's barely space for you to stand with how much space he takes up.
"Good. Unlike the other predators in this village, I don't bite," he explains with a smile. "I handle my meals with the utmost care."
His stomach rumbles again, sending a ripple through his enormous gut. He gives it a sharp, scolding tap.
"It's quite impatient today," he says. "So perhaps we'll dispense with any further niceties. May I?"
You offer your arms first. The Duke licks his lips, and his mouth opens wide.
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When the last of you slips past the Duke's lips, he closes them, and with one final gulp you slide down into his gut. He belches, then leans back in his seat with a long, satisfied groan, caressing his stretched belly with both hands.
"Oh, marvelous," he pants, from both the exertion of swallowing and the ecstasy of fullness. "I knew I was right about you. How delicious you are...how wonderfully you've filled me up."
You move around carefully, just a limb at a time, testing how far the walls of your fattened cage will stretch. There's not much room at all- the Duke's incredible weight keeps you confined. Still, the little movement you can manage is still enough to draw out a moan of pleasure from the Duke.
"Wonderful," he exhales, squeezing you through the wall of flesh. "Ahh, my lively little morsel...I wish I could have you squirming around in there forever, but you'll be digesting before too long, and oh...I can just tell already that you're going to digest so well."
You continue to gently push back against your confines, and The Duke continues to grope you through his stomach, all the while murmuring sweetly, almost incoherently, about how filling you are, how he can still taste you on his tongue, how fat you'll make him, how much he'll cherish every inch you add to his prodigious gut. Even as the realisation that you're never getting out of here sets in, it would be a lie to say that you don't ache with need hearing him praise you like that. Maybe this is what you were made for - just filling the stomach of a gluttonous merchant.
You could both keep going for hours, but the Duke is finally broken out of his trance by the chime of a distant clock tower.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure a little. His hand goes to his breast pocket for a handkerchief, which he uses to first dab the corners of his mouth, then his reddened, sweat-tinged brow. He sets to re-tying his bow-tie and re-buttoning as many buttons as he can manage that have been forced undone by the swell of his gut. He'd hate to let a customer see him so debauched this early.
He gives his stomach - and you- one last fond pat before getting on with his day.
thinking about a pred groaning and huffing while laying on their prey-stuffed belly, humping and grinding against their belly and feeling their prey's squirms and protests from all the constant pressure and squeezing..
It had started out simply enough: dancing out of the way of danger, a taunt, a taunt thrown right back at him from the pred. Who then sought him out again. And again.
It was… oddly invigorating. It became a bit of a game: Jason thinking of better taunts and more elaborate maneuvers, and the pred doing the same.
They’d learned each other’s names: Samuel, the pred was. He was a few years Jason’s senior.
They talked sometimes, as they danced around each other: about their lives, their hopes, what they liked to do. Samuel started leaving snacks out for Jason; at first he’d thought it was a trap, but he soon realized they were genuine. (“Trying to fatten me up?” he laughed.)
Somewhere along the way, he’d forgotten why he was doing all this, what he was really avoiding. He wasn’t afraid of Samuel, not really; he regarded the pred as a friend more than anything else.
And so, he felt pretty good about following Samuel to a party to surprise him there. Samuel had said he was nervous about it, since it was hosted by the higher-ups in his company, and Jason hoped he could help lighten the mood by being there in secret just for Samuel to find out about.
Flash forward to Jason of the present, and he regretted ever coming to this place.
There were other prey here, but they weren’t guests, or stowaways like Jason. He shuddered. He’d forgotten what Samuel was, what all of his kind were: predators.
A giant hand grabbed at him from behind, and he yelped. He skillfully escaped the strange pred’s grip, but they were chasing him, and this time it didn’t feel like a game. He’d been so stupid to ever think it could be a game.
They were closing in on him, saying something about how good he would taste, and Jason ran with all his might. There was nowhere to hide in this place, he’d been so stupid. Stupid, stupid Jason. Now he was going to be caught and eaten for real, and it was his own stupid fault, and he wanted to cry, but all he could do was run.
He was almost caught, and he was getting tired. He couldn’t keep this up forever, there was nowhere to hide, and no one would help him, except maybe-
“Samuel!”
He wasn’t sure why he called out for him. Samuel was another pred, one that tried to catch Jason every time he saw him, but it was different with him. Familiar, at least.
“Samuel!”
Samuel’s head snapped up. His eyes went wide, and he moved quickly, toward Jason, reaching for him, and Jason didn’t hesitate to run right into his hands.
Safe, safe, he was safe now.
“Looks like this one’s yours,” chuckled the one who’d almost gotten Jason.
Jason tried to make himself even smaller in Samuel’s hands. Save me, save me, protect me.
“Looks like he is.”
Jason’s heart gave a lurch. He may have escaped, but now… Samuel had caught him. And he didn’t have a snarky remark, or an escape plan. He was going to be swallowed, and he could only hope Samuel was fond enough of him not to make it a one way trip.
Samuel was looking at him, and his eyes were warm, with something unreadable behind them. Jason was still shaking with adrenaline after the chase, but he tried to smile, a tremulous, hopeful little thing.
“You win.”
A tiny smirk. “I win.”
With that, Jason was being pushed inside Samuel’s mouth and swallowed. There was little he could do to resist. Down he went, headfirst, powerful muscles dragging him down, until he slipped into Samuel’s stomach and was forced to curl up there.
So that was that. Jason trembled. He’d never been completely sure what Samuel intended to do if or when he finally caught him, but it seemed he’d find out. He’d gotten comfortable with Samuel, and something had told him to call out to him for help, but he was still a pred, and Jason was in his stomach.
The stomach wall pushed in at him, and something rubbed gently: undoubtedly Samuel’s hand. It was overwhelming, everything that had happened, the racing of Jason’s mind over what might happen, his surroundings hot and slimy and alive because he was inside another person. The sounds of Samuel’s body all around him: his heartbeat, his breathing, the gurgle of a previous meal somewhere further along in his gut. He was talking to the other pred, something about how good Jason tasted, and Jason didn’t know if he wanted to recoil in horror from Samuel or be grateful he was now out of reach of that monster.
It was all too much. Jason curled in on himself further. Tears must have come to his eyes without his even realizing it, because now they spilled down his cheeks all in a torrent. He shivered despite the overwhelming heat, and then he couldn’t stop until it felt he would surely shiver himself to pieces.
“Excuse me a moment,” Samuel murmured above him.
He was walking, and the pouch Jason was in swayed with the movement. Who knew where he was being carried off to? Not that it mattered for him now, but it was a little humiliating, and it cemented the feeling that he was, in fact, prey that had been caught and consumed.
“It’s okay.” Samuel was touching him again, rubbing a hand over the outline of his little form. “You’re safe.”
“… Samuel?”
It was so good to be spoken to, like he mattered, like he wasn’t food.
“You’re safe.” Indeed, it was clear by now that Samuel must be holding off digestion. “Keep quiet for now. I’ll let you out when I get home.”
Jason sniffled back his tears as quietly as he could. He was safe. He was going to get out of here alive. He wasn’t really surprised, he hadn’t really expected Samuel to kill him, but it was so good to be reassured that it hadn’t been just wishful thinking or overconfidence in their relationship.
Samuel breathed a long sigh that Jason felt as well as heard, and then he was walking again, making stiffly polite conversation, and seeming to ignore Jason’s entire existence.
It was strange- and awful- Jason thought, to be so completely wrapped up in a person and yet be completely alone. Here he was, listening to Samuel’s heartbeat and feeling him breathe and being affected by every single little move he made- that wasn’t natural. He shuddered, thinking that he could instead be so intimately close to a strange pred as they painfully digested him. Well, this was more natural than that, at least. He knew Samuel pretty well at this point, and would more or less consider him a friend despite the nature of their interactions; this closeness was at least somewhat earned. In response to his shiver, Samuel’s muscles tightened momentarily around him.
That continued throughout the night. Samuel didn’t speak to him, but he occasionally squeezed him, or sometimes his hand would come back to press or rub at him for just a moment. It was weird, and scary in the way that it reminded him of exactly where he was, but the constant heartbeat and other sounds were already doing a great job of that, so something a little more personal was appreciated.
“Yes, he was,” said Samuel, and Jason got the feeling he was being talked about. The heartbeat was fast, and Samuel was tense around him. “No, I’m saving him for a while. More fun, I think.”
Jason could hardly move for how tightly he was being squeezed, like Samuel was not only tense but actively sucking in his gut. It was unsettling to be sure, pretty claustrophobic, but also a bit comforting that he was, maybe unconsciously, trying to hold Jason as far away from the other pred as possible.
Finally, Samuel was telling people goodnight, walking briskly, moving in a way that had Jason falling against the front of his stomach, and then a vibrating feeling suggested he was in a car. Going home then, where he would hopefully make good on his promise to set him free. His hand returned, stroking slowly over Jason, and then just stayed there, cupping his small body. He wriggled experimentally, and it tightened, just a little.
His mind was still reeling from his terrifying experience, but he felt… he felt safe. He trusted Samuel, he realized. The thought wasn’t as surprising as he would have expected such a thought to be. The heartbeat was less disconcerting and was now lulling him into something like a trance. The breathing was the same; Samuel was alive around him, protecting him. Even the other sounds- they were just sounds. He was safe.
(BLOOD, VIOLENCE, AND HARD VORE WARNING. I don’t usually do hard vore, but when it comes to character development for traumatizing people and creating prejudices between characters, I will make an acceptation)
Okay, so maybe this’s stretching things a bit for ‘siren’ but I figured I could use mom calling for baby to run could pass? Maybe?
Anyway, things happened. O_o poor lil bean child, he’s so scared- but I promise, shark dude won’t hurt him.
So I decided to interpret today’s prompt literally. Not that I have something against Star Wars or anything- it just didn’t really fit with the whole scheme of things lol
Also context-
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I floated there in the quiet, waves lapping at my sides, hand resting over the small lump of seal beneath my skin, actually able to feel him breathe through it. My eyes roved the clear sky, traveling well worn paths of stars. How many times had I trusted them to guide me to the battles of my not so distant youth? Battles that had left me practically torn to pieces with wounds that still bled and most likely would for the rest of my life. Left me with a jumbled mind and a splintered heart and too many horrific memories and nightmares to count. And here I was, with a tiny child resting in my gut- one with no mother and no home and nowhere for me to take him. It wasn't as though I could take him. That would be insane and, quite frankly, unkind to the poor kid. He deserved far better than the likes of me. He deserved someone who could actually look after him, love him, be there for him. Not someone who was trapped in the past half the time, who was unreliable and unstable. But there was no one else right now. . .
Seriously, poor Gav. . . But he is trying his very best, he’s just pretty much terrified he’ll do something wrong. Finally remembered to feed the kid tho-
Also, I’m so proud of myself for finishing this at a sane hour- *pats self on the back*
Idrk what ‘mermaze’ means, but I decided to use it just as ‘maze’. So here’s Imiq winding his way through the maze of ice tunnels on his way back home to show his dad the starfish he found.
We shall see if I can finish day 13 today *nervous laughter* Honestly might end up skipping it cuz I’m clueless as to how I could make cyberpunk work for this story- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Welp. The chibler got nommed again and is being a bit rowdy in there- He’s at the age of ‘I’m too old to have a bedtime and I am not sleeping’ and Gav’s just left to try and get what sleep he can and try to get his stupid kid to sleep too-
This was really fun to draw though between the moonjellies and that glowy lamp thing and figuring out more of what their cave looks like.
Fun Fact: When lightning hits the ocean, it doesn’t affect the creatures living in it because the concentrated salt water is a better conduit than flesh
(at least if I remember right xD)
Another timeskip btw- this time around four or five years from the last
Imiq and Gav play this game where Imiq sends up ice and Gavril smashes it- this way they can both practice and exercise with their powers. ;P (shark boy hast storm powers; lightning, whirlpools water spouts, thunder etc. basically wind and electricity)
And then the wave happened and neither of them did that-
But yes here’s day sixteen finally- my mind just hasn’t been able to comprehend the concept of perspective the last couple days and it was seriously frustrating me, but I think it’s finally working again, se yeah xP
Imiq really doesn’t like being touched by people he doesn’t know, not to mention ones who just clawed his face open and are orcas, so. Y’know. He’s just trying to hold himself together.
Taleq is Kaskae’s very tiny buddy- he’s slightly clingy and very curious of new things- imiq is still just in “I have no idea what I’m even supposed to do anymore, there’s too many things touching me, my face hurts, and I’m literally just trying to survive” mode, which is always fun
Super happy with the lighting on this one *bounces*
Also here’s the events that led up to this recounting the lovely sass of a particular little seal
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The girl’s ears laced back and she looked up at me through her lashes sheepishly. “I- I’m sorry I attacked you like that-”
A sharp bark of a laugh hit the air and I held up a hand, shaking my head. “No, no, no- it’s too late for that. Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it. I didn’t do anything and you just-”
“Yes, I know.” A snarl grated at the fringes of her words and her nose wrinkled slightly. “And-” her ears flattened harder against her skull and her eyes shifted to the water. “I shouldn’t have drawn conclusions and I really am sorry but you have his signature and the only way you could have gotten that is if you were there when he died and-” As she went on, her words began to lean into each other until they formed a frantic, garbled precession, but I cut her off.
“What signature?” Eyes hard. She was making no sense and there was no point continuing if I couldn’t even comprehend what I was hearing.
She blinked at me, forehead wrinkling. “You. . . really don’t know what-”
“No.” I snapped, flicking my tail in impatient irritation. Why’d she have to make it out like I was the freak here? I didn’t go around attacking people I didn’t know. But I was sheltered and I was fully aware there was a lot I didn’t know. Especially mammal culture.
The orca paused, chewing at her lip as she appeared to gather herself. “It’s. . . you have ice magic, right?”
I nodded as though that should have been perfectly obvious. It. . . may or may not have just been compensation for what felt like a jab before.
“Right, so you have a magic signature. And- and it’s unique to only you. No one else living has it. If you were to. . . to die, your signature would- attach itself to the nearest person- well- mer- and it would s-stay with them until they either died, or they had kids and passed it on- if that makes sense. . .” She shifted in the water, swirling her fingers agitatedly to send little rippling currents over me.
After a few moments of watching her in silence, I gave another slow nod.
“And you have my brother’s. . . as well as your own. . .” the girl laced her fingers together, tugging at the webbing.
“Okay. . . but that doesn’t tell me a whole lot since I’ve never seen any ‘signature’ on me,” or my dad. “and I’m not personally aware of being around any dying orcas, so. . .” I leaned forward, eyeing her expectantly in hopes I might receive some sort of real explanation, though at this point I’d all but given up on that.
She sighed, steepling her hands and running them down her nose. “You wouldn’t have seen the mark and I don’t know. Maybe. . . maybe you just didn’t realize?” She didn’t look particularly convinced I hadn’t been involved somehow and I scowled and crossed my arms firmly over my chest.
“Why do you know what the mark looks like then? You could be wrong.”
“No, I’m not wrong,” she reaffirmed patiently and reached a hand toward me.
I jerked away, heart picking up and breath hitching sharply and I stared at her hand as she withdrew, her shoulders drawing in again.
“Can I-”
“You’re not touching me.” I spat back a bit too quickly, physically shaking. I hated just how evident my fear of her was; it just gave her power, power she didn’t deserve.
“I can show you- the Suquoliat I mean,”
I snorted derisively, ears pinned. “You must think I’m pretty stupid, huh?” Normally, I’d agree, but not in the area of undeserved trust.
She frowned, almost looking a bit hurt, though I wasn’t sure why she thought she had the right to be hurt by my lack of trust; my face was still seeping red down my neck and into the water. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Even if I did, it’s not like you can’t defend yourself. Let me at least prove-”
I’d been glaring frostily at her but bit her sentence short yet again. “Fine. Whatever. But I swear if you even try-”
She raised her hands in surrender. “I know, I know,”
I gave a dark nod. “You better. What is it?”
“We have to go under. Where it’s darker so you can see,”
While I was still more than a little suspicious, I waited for her to go down before diving after her.
As we swam deeper, the already diluted light faded out behind us until we were surrounded in indigo and the orca, nothing more than a dark shadow beside me now, stopped. She seemed to be fiddling with something then, after several moments of stillness, turquoise light flooded the inky darkness, bathing both our faces in glittering blue. The orca hung there, slow tail strokes keeping her aloft, holding between her fingers what was, to me, an enormous crystal that seemed to be the source of the light.
I tilted my head, curious in spite of myself, but then she reached for me and I stiffened, swallowing.
She paused again, her hands sketching her concern through the water. “[I won’t hurt you, I promise.]” and then, gently, she reached toward me again and drew the tip of the crystal lightly across my back.
I flinched, but managed to stay still, pulse rattling unevenly against my chest and eyes widening as a line of light followed in the wake of the crystal, glowing bright against my skin.
Well, we’re slowly getting somewhere. Though the poor kid’s still in a shock state. . . orcas are still pretty terrifying for him for obvious reasons, but he’s generally one to try and give people the benefit of the doubt even if he’s pretty much terrified of them
. . .not super sure if this counts as following the prompt, but I mean Imiq’s being a lot more social than he usually is, so. . .
They worked stuff out with Gav though he’s still wary and rightfully so but now they’re just going through all the books on magic they could find in the Matvei’s cave to see if they can find a way to learn how Imiq is connected to Kaskae’s brother’s death.
Look at these adorable li’l beans sweepin’ x3< They kinda just fell asleep on each other and trust me, they’ll both be flustery balls of apologies. But for now, we’ll just let them sleep. uwu
DAY 27 FINALLY- I got a little into this one if you can’t tell *laughs nervously* but I’m happy with how it came out.
And we also finally got more noms >:3 Imiq still doesn’t fully trust her and is more than a little nervous about his current location, but it’s not like it’s his first time in someone’s belly. He’s just not sure he likes *who’s* belly it is, even if they are starting to get along.
Anyway, *leaves drawing and scrambles back into the abyss*
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