TW: Political, Swearing

I know understand, what people meant by having a character stuck in your head, I had a Laios type reaction to Sebastian (Seb). That fish has merged with my consciousness, I’m afraid he won’t leave.

Part 3

Many ideas are passed around the not that secret meeting in the main hall, such as: just let him pass through the entire digestive system — the preferred one as no-one else gets eaten, or more of direct rescue. And during that discussion the idea that it could be his new home and wasnthrown by one of new recruits but did get a good giggle from the mayor and dismissed. The first one was dismissed as a plan B as Billy recalled that unlike humans the giant has two stomachs, and with Sarah veterinarian knowledge the second was thought to be fatal for Floyd if he were to pass through. A direct rescue had a few issues, notably that there was not a single soul that was at all willing to be eaten by the giant to get Floyd out. So, even if they were ordered to they wouldn’t, a counter to that possibility was to tell the giant to eat the so called ‘bait’. This code-name was more so a funny joke to tease whoever was to be eaten. The id

During the meeting in the giant stomach, Floyd has now woken up and realised it isn’t a dream. However, he isn’t that distressed as one might think, he seems to enjoy it. After all, it’s all warm, cozy, safe and he doesn’t have to deal with his annoying brother. Kicking the walls, he grabs the giant attention to get to know them better. As the conversation goes on, Floyd learns that his name was Gondor and that he was known for his protection and help for the local tribe’s people. Gondor proceeds to ask how he feels about being in there, and reluctantly admits he likes it — he would never admit that to anyone else — and jokingly suggests that this could be his new home.

They eventually settled on using the bait plan, assuming that the giant already tried to throw him up — he could but didn’t. so they ventured to where the giant was and began preparations for the bait, Billy. With a harness and lead attached, Billy was lifted towards the giants mouth and climbed in without hesitation. The giant proceeded to play with Billy inside his mouth, to make sure that he would go down easy or at least that was the excuse he actually just missed the taste of tinies. It was a bit more aggressive then he thought but the seeing his brother again drove him on despite his clear annoyance. He was swallowed down, and met Floyd again, though they couldn’t see each other, they celebrated their reunion by a conversation:

Billy: with relief and irritation “It’s such a relief to see you again. I had to get myself EATEN to see you so you better be glad”

Floyd: as if it was obvious“you know you didn’t have to be eaten to get me back right? He could have just spit me out.”

Billy: “good point, why didn’t… . WAIT A SECOND I didn’t have eaten.. ARGH I’M SO MAD”

Floyd: “you idiot”

They proceeded to started to fight, which ended tickling Gondor and ended them bouncing them around as he laughed.

Good day everyone!

I like the trope in which a pred loses control and devours someone they care about deeply - and their feelings are what shields the prey from danger.

The predator's mind is clouded by hunger. All they want is to eat something, someone - and the first person they see is their friend/partner who is absolutely clueless about the pred's condition. Not until, of course, the pred roughly drops them on the floor and pins their hands down. The prey can't do anything but stare in those blank eyes above, at the dear face distorted with pain and desire. Into a dark gullet quivering with anticipation.

Maybe, they fight and scream, begging to be let go. Maybe, they freeze in fear, or attempt to reason their beloved. Or, maybe, they just relax, even smile a little, accepting their role as food for someone they've loved for so long. The end is the same for each: the prey is swiftly slurped up the pred's powerful throat and pushed into the hungry stomach clenching around them in a manner which makes it clear - there is no way the prey will be leaving this place any time soon...

Hours pass by...

Eventually, the pred obtains their senses back and realizes what they have done. It's already dark outside; digestion should be coming to an end by now. Tears instantly spill out of the pred's eyes as they hit their head in distress, calling themselves a monster and sobbing helplessly, curses upon themselves mixing with apologies to someone they think they've lost forever.

But a hesitant twitch within makes them stop howling.

A few new movements follow, and then the pred feels as two little hands begin to rub their belly from the inside. The voice of their precious friend/partner coos at them softly, comforting them, telling them it's OK, no harm has been done...

Is it a hallucination!?

In a flash, the pred spits their friend/lover out. The latter is coughing and cringing at sticky saliva coating them all over, but in general, they are perfectly fine. Before the prey can react, two strong arms wrap around them. The pred is crying.

- I thought... I thought I killed you... - They whisper, grasping at the wet back and shoulders of their beloved, still suspicious it's not them, but a ghost, a mirage...

- Shshsh... Easy, easy, my darling. You would never do that... You love me, don't you? I know you do: your stomach was so gentle and cozy, as if it knew I was in there... - The prey strokes the pred's hair and leans closer, giving their partner a good feel of their real, solid body.

The pred exhales in relief, still shaking.

It is truly a miracle.

tiny vampire being threatened with a toothpick

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Just thought of this idea with my friends in a discord server

A cold blooded comfort pred, their stomach isn’t hot or anything, just a liiiittle warm, but it’s very squishy and comfy, definitely something to relax in all day

I like to imagine that they’re a pred commonly also used for friends who just want a place to chill in :3

I have a question I’d like to ask if this is just me.

Reverse craving - a desire to be nommed.

Pred keeping their friend/partner in their mouth while they go about their day and do chores.

Preys when their Pred with sharp teeth bites down a little too hard:

It’s nomming time

I get overwhelmed all the time that people will hate me and that I'm so weird and different and I like things that people think are gross or awkward

And then I remember

Why should I care?

I shouldn't care if people like me or not. I love me.

I might be alone, but I'm not lonely, and that's a big difference. I've learned to be happy with being different.

So should you. <3