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[moony-meadow]

Beel's Incident

(Finally got around to writing this chapter out. Anyways, here's the third chapter of Animal Incident! I'll update it on Ao3 later, but it's sleep time now.)

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When I woke the next morning, the lights were still on and the magical candles still lit, my tired brain having ignored them the entire night. At least there wasn’t exactly an electric bill to worry about. Sitting up, I saw a pile of textbooks and a tray with a plate of food on it, though the portion size was so small that it basically looked like scraps. I checked the time and saw that my alarm hadn’t been set, and it was a bit after when the brothers would leave for class. 

Lucifer must’ve left the stuff so that I could still study and eat while they were gone.

I groggily got up and approached the food on the plate as a bit of hunger ran through me. To my amusement, tiny plastic utensils were placed on the plate next to the morsels of pancake, egg, and bacon. I wasn’t really turned off to the idea of eating meat like Levi was now, so whatever I was happened to be an omnivore at least. Once I had my breakfast, I opened my phone (with a bit of difficulty given my size) and saw that I had several missed texts, and a couple missed calls.

Each of the brothers had offered to help in their own texts, though I didn’t entertain the thought much with Lucifer’s worry in my mind. The rest of the texts and the missed calls were from the others also checking in on me after finding out that I was ‘sick’. Diavolo, despite Lucifer saying he was incredibly busy, still offered to help if needed. I declined, but said I appreciated the thought. Barbators said he’d hand Lucifer an herbal blend that would supposedly help me get better quicker, Luke said he’d bake a batch of cookies to be brought over, and Simeon gave me his best wishes with broken text and stickers.

Solomon had also given me well wishes and mentioned the protective charm that Lucifer had asked for, asking what accessory I wanted for it and suggesting something that I likely wouldn’t take off. I suggested a simple bracelet and offered to give him Grimm, but he declined.

Lucifer had sent me lists of what to study for the day since I was missing classes, but it became evident very quickly how difficult even opening the textbooks was at my size. After half an hour of trying to even successfully push up the cover alone, I relented and texted Lucifer about the struggle to even study.

‘I see…. Well, I suppose Levi will have to help pick up the slack. I’ll ask Satan to share his notes with both of you. Once we’re more certain about your situation, I’ll feel more comfortable about study sessions with more than Levi.’

So, I spent the rest of the day trying to keep up with the texted notes that Satan sent me after each class, something I hadn’t really expected. Which, it was a good thing that these were being sent, because when Levi came to help me study we just ended up talking about random stuff and he talked about how moe this whole scenario was.

The next day was about the same, and Lucifer even handed me some small clothes that he’d managed to purchase so that I didn’t have to wear the same thing. I could only imagine the confusion from the demon working if he just asked for the clothes of a toy rather than buying the toy. If he did buy the toy, then there was a naked toy either around the House of Lamentation or in the trash. The thought was oddly funny to me.

I will say, the quiet and solitude was kind of nice. It felt unfamiliar and left me a bit bored aside from looking over Satan’s notes, but I’d take the small reprieve from the brothers as much as I could since everything would probably get kicked back into high gear when I was back to my normal size. For an introvert, being constantly surrounded by seven demon brothers as roommates didn’t give me a lot of alone time.

I ended up watching some DevilTube at some point, not realizing how much time had passed until I heard the sound of the door opening and absentmindedly glanced at my phone clock to see that now would be around the time the brothers came home from class.

"Hey, I didn't realize how much time had passed," I said, not even glancing at Levi as I paused the video I was watching and opened the notepad app I'd been using for notes. "How were classes?"

"They were fine."

The voice that was NOT Levi's caught my attention, looking up to see Beel in the doorway instead. I ignored the apprehension that crept up on me, replying, "Oh, I thought you were Levi, Beel."

"I know, sorry about that," Beel shifted a little, drawing my attention to the items in his arms. Most were just the textbooks for RAD, but he pulled something steel-gray from his pocket. "Levi got caught up by Luke and Barbatos since they made you stuff. They didn't want me handling them because Luke made cookies for you."

I could practically see the yearning in his eyes at the mention of the cookies and I couldn't really blame him since Luke was a really good baker. But, he was so caught up in his desire for cookies that I had to clear my throat to grab his attention again, asking, "Did Lucifer send you to help me study then, or-?..."

“Oh, no. Lucifer doesn't know I came over," the answer left a cold feeling of concern and dread in the pit of my stomach, especially as Beel stepped closer to the bed. But, he began to lower the steel-gray thing in front of me and continued, "Solomon wanted you to get this as soon as possible, and gave it to me. He said he'd buy me lunch if I made sure no other demon touched it, especially Mammon."

The steel-gray thing glinted as he did so, showing off the parts and details. It was a segmented metal creature that dangled from his hold, swaying as he lowered it until he placed it on the bed beside me. Scales glinted in the light of my room, intricately layered on top of each other like a bush viper’s scales, and I would have mistaken it for meaning to be a snake if it weren’t for the horns that sprouted from its head, the legs folded on its side and the ridges of spines down its back and on its tail. What looked like a faux chain was around the end of its tail with a short chain of metal links that ended with a ring. Its mouth was frozen in a snarl that bared its metallic teeth and its eyes were emerald gems that I couldn’t tell whether or not they were real. It was a dragon.

“Wha- What’s this supposed to be,” I asked. It couldn’t be the protection charm from Solomon, I had asked for a *simple* bracelet. This looked literally anything but simple.

I couldn’t help but kneel beside it and reach out to touch it before Beel could respond, brushing my fingers against the scales on its back, the metal cool to the touch. For about a moment. Once I touched it, the metal warmed at my touch and startled me as it suddenly shrank on itself, the force of the size change leaving it in the air for a second before it fell down towards the bed. I quickly moved forward and reached out to catch it before it landed on the comforter and potentially became lost. Both Beel and I stared at the metal thing, but he was the one that broke the silence.

“I think he had said something about it being a good luck charm, but he didn’t mention anything about it doing that,” Beel said, frowning a bit in confusion.

The metal dragon was cool to the touch now, about the length of my arm and able to be held like a length of rope in my hands. Curious, I began messing with it in my hands absentmindedly, realizing the jaw could be popped open and tested closing the teeth on the ring attached to the tail while saying, “I asked Solomon for a bracelet, but I don’t think it’ll fit.”

To prove my point, I slipped it over my wrist and let it dangle, a huge gap between my wrist and the metal from the bottom of the loop. The circlet, as if hearing me and deciding to prove me wrong, warmed against my skin once more. It was warm enough to almost be painful and I moved to yank it off. The metal slipped from between my fingers as it shrank quickly again, a jolt of fear running down my spine at the thought of it chopping my hand off. But, the second the metal became flush with my skin it stopped shrinking and cooled as though nothing happened.

“What the fuck,” I exclaimed, instinctively trying to pull it off or unclasp it to no avail. Glancing at my phone, I asked Beel, “Can you ask Solomon if it was supposed to glue itself to my wrist?!”

“Uh, yeah, hold on,” Beel jolted from just staring at my struggles in surprise, pulling out his own phone and starting to text as I continued to fumble with the dragon’s jaws to unclasp it. 

It wasn’t going very well. No matter how much I tugged or tried to wriggle a finger between the metallic teeth, nothing budged. With how experimental Solomon could get with his magic, I was a little concerned. At the very least it hadn’t warmed or done anything else since it shrunk the second time. My panic ebbed as we waited for a response from Solomon, realizing that the bracelet was just loose enough that it didn’t pinch or chafe as I twisted it around.

“Solomon says it should be removable, but that it might have gotten stuck shrinking to fit your wrist,” I looked up towards Beel as he spoke, his eyes scrolling from left to right as he read. “He says the protection spells and charms took priority and he wanted to get it to you, asap. He did mention that he can take a look at it in class whenever you feel better.”

“Alright,” I sighed, giving up on the clasp after another moment. I wasn’t sure how he’d be able to get a look at it without finding out about my ‘condition’, but we’d cross that bridge when we got there. “Tell him ‘Thank you’ then for me, please.”

“Sure thing,” the demon nodded, typing on his phone and looking back up after a couple of seconds. “Okay, it’s sent.”

“Thank you, Beel. And, thank you for bringing me the bracelet.”

“It was no problem. I just wish Luke gave me a cookie before I left,” Beel frowned sadly, holding a hand to his stomach as it growled. The sight would look pathetic if I wasn’t bite-sized and if he wasn’t known for flying into rampages when hungry. If Mammon had struggled, I could only imagine how quickly this could escalate. He looked at me and I stiffened nervously, but he just gave me a look akin to a kicked puppy. “When Levi comes back, can I have a couple cookies?”

“U-uh, yeah, sure,” I said. I tried to smile and probably ended up with more of an anxious grimace. I needed to get him to leave. “When Levi comes back, you can have some cookies. But, you should probably leave before Lucifer gets home and tries to find you, and Levi’s gonna be here soon anywa-”

“I don’t mind staying and keeping you company,” the demon interrupted, making me close my mouth and sharply inhale in frustration and worry. I huffed with my eyes closed for a moment before reopening them and looking up at Beel.

“Or,” I stressed the word to try and make it abundantly clear that this was the option I’d prefer right now, suggesting, “You could go look for Levi and get some cookies.”

“Honestly, you look a bit tastier than cookies right now,” Beel replied, causing a terrified shudder to run down my spine.

This wasn’t the first time he’d said something like that and I’d gotten used to it to an extent, but right now it actually felt like a very real threat.

“Beel,” I adopted a warning tone, stepping back a couple steps nervously. His stomach growled again and my ears instinctively perked at the sound before pressing back against my head. I didn’t really want to test the very experimental protection charm on my bracelet. “You can’t eat me! E-Eating me is bad a-and dangerous!”

“I’m sure I could manage,” the Avatar of Gluttony stepped forward and dropped to a crouch beside the bed, making me jolt and yelp. His pupils were… larger than normal. That, or I was seeing things.

“I meant for me, Beel,” I shouted, my voice coming out more of a squeak. I saw his ears perk at the sound and wrenched myself from the spot, backing away a couple of steps despite knowing that he could easily reach out and grab me. If turning my back on Mammon caused his instincts to kick in more, I felt like trying to run would potentially trigger some chase instinct. “I-If you eat me, we can’t r-really hang out. R-Right?”

“Oh. Right,” a flash of realization swept across his face, probably remembering that eating very vulnerable humans who were your friends was bad. Concerningly, it was quickly replaced by eagerness as the gears in his head turned. “What if I… didn’t eat you? What if I just tasted you?”

“Wha-,” I was appalled, my fear being replaced by sheer surprise. “No, you can’t just TASTE me, Beel!”

Fear caused adrenaline to dump into my veins, uncertainty clouding my mind. Would the bracelet work if Beel snapped? What were the limits? What if it was just a glorified paperweight around my wrist?!

Gripped by a bit of panic, I moved to dart away even though I had nowhere to go on the bed. Beel was quick to move his arms, hands the size of walls blocking my escape and causing me to bounce slightly with the impact. I couldn’t move away before I found myself scooped up in his hands, getting very vivid flashbacks to when Mammon snatched me up, and I was brought closer to his face despite my squirming and kicking.

“Beel, j-just let me go!” I exclaimed, heart pounding in my chest. My protests fell on deaf ears, seeing that Beel had that hungry, glazed over look that let me know that he wasn’t going to listen to anything I said.

“I’ll just pop you in my mouth until Levi gets here,” Beel murmured, pleased with his self-approved compromise. I could already see drool at the corner of his mouth, my eyes widening when his lips began to part.

“Beel, d-don’t you dare,” I exclaimed, scrambling against his fingers as I was moved towards his opening mouth.

Unlike Mammon, who had fought against his instincts, Beel was self-assured of his plan and held no hesitation with very misguided confidence that he wouldn’t eat me if he just gave in a little and put me in his mouth. Having seen first-hand that when Beel says “one bite”, he means the whole fucking bowl, I was not very confident in his self-control.

I wasn't even given a second  before I found myself tossed on his tongue with his teeth immediately shutting behind me. Given his tendency to bite and chew anything he could get his teeth around, I was extremely glad he didn’t decide to use me as a chew-toy.

The muscle beneath me, slightly rough and barbed similar to Mammon’s tongue, was still for barely a moment before I was nudged and prodded. Of course, I tried to protest and push against the offending appendage, but given the fact that it was fucking massive, I was incredibly unsuccessful and just ended up being drenched in saliva as his mouth watered.

“Beel! L-Let me out,” I gasped out, feeling like a shirt on a spin cycle as I struggled to even have a moment of reprieve. I already felt breathless.

A barely mumbled attempt to reply was my response before it just turned into a deep, pleased and rumbling hum that rattled my bones and insides. The tasting felt relentless, flipped and turned with the only occasional pause being Beel unsticking his tongue from my clothes, hair, and fur before he continued. If it wasn’t for how enthusiastically he was treating me like some kind of hard candy, the rough surface of his tongue would potentially allow me to brace myself between the muscle and palette.

I wasn’t sure how long I was savored, tired and panting after less than a minute. All I knew was that it was hot, humid, and very disorienting. But, at least he was just… tasting. Surprisingly, he’s kept his word about-.

The muscles around me paused in a way different than before when he’d shift me back to the center of his mouth or unstick his tongue from me. I was confused until I felt the tongue begin to lift, my heart leaping into my throat at getting a flashback from when Mammon ate me.

“Beel, DON’T SWALLOW ME,” I screeched in panic, but ultimately couldn’t do anything as I was forced back towards his throat before a loud gulp loudly sounded in my ears. Immediately, I was dragged down his gullet before I could even try to let out another exclamation. Beel continued to borderline purr as I was drawn past his heart and lungs, both of which were overwhelmingly loud. Maybe it was my own blood rushing in my ears though.

I felt myself slip into the stomach, the organ bouncing a bit at my slight drop from the top to base. Thankfully, Beel’s stomach was empty of foodstuffs, but that definitely didn’t help him against his instincts and normal gluttony. A small pool was at the bottom of his stomach. Whether it was drool or acid, I didn’t know or care and just jumped to my feet despite being tired from struggling, trying to press myself away from it as much as possible. I felt lightheaded with panic and tried to control my breathing, but it was very difficult.

“B-Beel, let me out,” I shouted, voice wavering in fear even as he hummed. He wasn’t supposed to eat me, and maybe if he did the protection spell like Mammon had I’d feel less scared, but he didn’t. “Please!”

There was a pressure on one side of the stomach that was enough to jostle me loose from my standing position and cause me to slide to the bottom of the organ with a yelp. The pleased hum abruptly stopped, replaced by his worried voice, “K-Kat, are you okay?! I just meant to have a taste. I thought I could hold myself back, b-but you were just irresistible!”

“Beel, just let me out,” I called out, trying to pull in my panic as I moved to sit up. The puddle was making my hands feel itchy.

“I-,” Beel’s voice paused and everything tensed for a few seconds, making me very confused. I couldn’t hear anything past his organs churning, but he spoke up before I could press to be let out again.

“L-Levi… I messed up.”

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Good news? The bracelet works to a certain extent, at least. I didn’t sustain any actual burns from Beel, nothing worse than skin irritation but that could also have been because I didn’t spend too long in his stomach.

The bad news? Another house meeting was called. And, this time, it was far more tense. Mostly because everyone gathered in a panic after Levi walked in on Beel, who immediately admitted to ‘accidentally’ eating me.

Needless to say, Levi freaked out and got Lucifer, and no one was less than panicked.

“I feel,” Lucifer’s angry tone had me flinching from my spot on the coffee table of the common room. “That eating someone should be easier to avoid than it appears, but apparently that’s not the case.”

I toyed with the edge of the hand towel I sat on, focusing on the green fibers to avoid looking at any of the brothers. To avoid their worry and concern. Beel wasn’t present, but we all knew that Lucifer would give him his own reprimand later on. I didn’t want to think about what Lucifer would end up punishing him with.

“We got lucky thanks to Solomon’s protection charm, but it’s obviously not foolproof. I wish he had gotten a hold of Levi or I  for the bracelet so we could avoid this whole incident, but the past is behind us,” Lucifer inhaled deeply. I was sure that if I looked up, I’d have a fifty percent chance to see at least a bit of his demon smoke with the knowledge that he was very much holding himself back. “Moving forward, we need to be cautious. I’d love to just say ‘Don’t eat Kat’, but given that it’s happened twice, that’d be irresponsible of me.”

I heard a very faint growl from the couch that lasted only a second, resisting the urge to look up. Lucifer had told the whole house about Mammon’s incident and I knew he probably felt under scrutiny right now.

“So, we’re going to do this a different way,” Lucifer continued. A thud on the table next to me caused me to jolt and look up at the sound. Lucifer shot me an apologetic glance as he tapped the heavy looking tome to drag the others attention to it. His ears flattened a little in anger, a glimpse into just how pissed he was about me being eaten twice in three days along with his steadily growling tone and flicking tail. “You all are expected to hold in your instincts, but if that expectation fails like it already has, I want you all to have memorized this spell.

“I have it bookmarked. This is the spell Mammon used to protect Kat when he lost control of his instincts. I want you all to learn it, internalize it, and by tomorrow, I want each of you to recite it to me. This does not mean that anyone can just eat Kat. This is an extra safety measure for emergencies and is extremely important given that the protection bracelet isn’t perfected. I will still give severe punishment for eating them, so don’t think you can get off scott-free by just eating them and calling it an emergency,” he straightened from the coffee table and crossed his arms over his chest. “Mammon.”

The demon in question looked towards Lucifer, ears wilting a bit. He’d already likely suffered his repercussions and wasn’t looking for more. But, Lucifer wasn’t looking to reprimand him.

“Since you already know the spell, you can take Kat to their room.”

“I- Really,” Mammon looked surprised, but his apprehension faded with relief.

Levi, on the other hand, was quick to voice his objection with a frown and protective glance. “How come Mammon takes Kat? Why should he be trusted? What if he eats them again, he already has once. Besides, I’m an herbivore!”

“Because,” Lucifer responded tersely, wisps of black smoke curling from his shoulders. “You also still need to learn the spell, regardless of your herbivore status. I, myself, need to refresh myself on it. Mammon not only knows the spell, he used it responsibly and knows the consequences if he does it again.”

He looked from Levi to Mammon and nodded in dismissal. Mammon got up and approached the coffee table, offering his palm for me to climb into.

I didn’t hesitate much to hop into his hand, clutching onto one of his fingers as he straightened up and left the common room. I let out a huff once we got far enough down the hallway that I wasn’t as much on edge. I couldn’t help but glance at the redness of my hands. It was a lot better than earlier if Lucifer’s initial blow up was anything to go by, along with Asmos comment about me looking like a tiny lobster. Now, it was more just a couple shades pinker than normal. Still, patchy as fuck.

“I hope Luke manages to get a hold of the antidote soon,” I sighed tiredly. I saw the fingers of the hand I was in twitch a little, glancing up to see Mammon surprised that I started talking with him. Given that he’s barely texted me other than to apologize, I think he thought I had been mad at him.

“Yeah,” he replied after a couple seconds of quiet contemplation. “Pretty sure if Luke doesn’t manage to find any available, Lucifer’s gonna try and get Micheal to find some. And, Micheal will probably fold because Lucifer was his favorite.”

“Benefits to being a Teacher’s Pet,” I yawned. Did the phrase really make sense? Not really, but it was all I could think of at the moment. That, and I felt like Lucifer would absolutely be a Teacher’s Pet.

“He’s got the ears and tail for it now,” Mammon mumbled, catching me off guard. After another day of panic and stress, I couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. The demon looked down at me, apparently not thinking that he’d said that outside and quickly added, “Don’t tell Lucifer I said that, got it?”

“G-Got it,” my laughing petered out into chuckles, feeling a lot better than before. But, as we entered my room and he lowered his hand to allow me off, I still felt like I needed to reassure him. Especially when, after I stepped down, he quickly pulled his hand away.

“I, uh, should probably head back and stuff before the others accuse me of eatin’ ya again,” Mammon said, poised to immediately leave. But, before he took a step, I spoke up.

“I’m not mad at you, you know,” I called out quietly, too nervous to be too loud about it. But, I saw the way that his ears flicked in my direction though he kept his gaze averted. “I mean, maybe a bit irritated, but I don’t really blame you for the instincts stuff.”

The demon was quiet for a few seconds longer, uncharacteristic of the Avatar of Greed, but eventually he responded, “You’re still scared though, at least a little. And even if I couldn’t control myself, I still could have seriously hurt you, Kat… I don’t know what I would have done if that was the case…”

I frowned, thinking on it. “Mammon, the first few hours of the potion kicking in, I literally thought one of you would end up, I don’t know, biting off a chunk of my arm or something. And I’d do the same thing that I’m doing now: I wouldn’t really blame any of you. Granted, I’d probably be more scared if I ended up… injured, but I wouldn’t want you guys beating yourself up over something you can’t control. Besides, I’m still a little scared of all of you! I don’t know if you remember this, but I’m a few inches tall with some kind of rodent instincts in me, any movement too quick makes me anxious. Don’t worry, in this case, you’re not special.”

Mammon looked towards me, mulling over my words and likely thinking of how he should respond. And, in true Mammon fashion, he’d decided that he’d been vulnerable enough for one day, scoffing, “Yeah, well, just don’t forget that I’m special in other ways, like being your first demon.”

“I’ve told you that you need to work on your phrasing,” I rolled my eyes, but I knew he only said it like that to get under his brother’s skin. I just tried to fucking mitigate the in-fighting. “Go on, get! Before I die of annoyance and  the others think you ate me again.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Mammon rolled his eyes right back, walking to the entrance of the bedroom.

“Oh, wait,” I exclaimed, quickly remembering something. Mammon looked back in surprise but waited expectantly. “Tell Beel that I don’t really blame him either when you see him next.”

The demon frowned, likely feeling his own way about Beel’s situation but said, “Alright, fine. Get some rest, Kat.”

“Will do,” I called out as he left the room, the door closing with a soft click. After a few seconds, I tiredly walked to where my phone was left on my bed, flopping down and letting out a long exhale. “These fucking brothers are gonna be the death of me.”

I laid there on the comforter for a while, rifling through the complicated emotions that came with the near-death experiences and trying to sort through what was rodent instinct and what was entirely me until my phone buzzed. I yelped, caught off guard by what would be a text, and sat up to unlock the phone. It was from Solomon.

‘Hey, Kat. Lucifer told me that the charm wasn’t working fully. That should probably be taken care of ASAP given the trouble the brothers give you. Are you feeling any better?’

Uh oh. At this point, it’d been three days. Usually, if someone is sick past that, that meant something was pretty wrong. And, given the fact that I didn’t think anyone was any closer to an antidote for my transformation, I felt like Solomon should probably know if he was going to fix the bracelet.

‘Ah. About that. I wasn’t… actually sick??? I’m sort of shrunk.’ I typed out, watching nervously as Solomon’s writing dots popped up and disappeared several times until his response came through.

‘Shrunk? How did that happen?’

I huffed a bit. ‘Long story. But, really need the bracelet looked at if possible.’

‘I mean, I can try, but it’ll be difficult to get a good look at it. If you take it off and leave it off for a few hours, it should return to normal size.’

‘Bracelet is stuck, remember?’

‘Right, Beel said something about that earlier…’

I watched the dots pop up, then disappear, pop up, then disappear for a few minutes, eventually leaving the messenger app out of boredom to watch some DevilTube. Eventually, after about thirty minutes, Solomon did give me a response.

‘Okay, I can try to swing by tomorrow after classes to take a look, but I can’t guarantee anything being able to be done in just one night.’

‘That’s fine. Thank you for being flexible, see you tomorrow!’

‘You too, Kat.’

And, with that, the conversation was over. I should probably tell Lucifer about Solomon knowing about the whole shrinking situation, but he was probably busy still chewing Beel out and I didn’t  want to risk turning his wrath towards me. So, I’ll tell him about it tomorrow.

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House Meeting

(I immediately thought of a followup to The Animal Incident, so here’s that. Just took a bit to get down and out.)

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“Mammon.”

Everything around me tensed as said demon jolted in response to his own name. I stiffened as well, eyes widening in the dark space as I heard what was probably the worst voice in this situation: Lucifer’s. Biting my lip to keep from making any unnecessary noise to draw attention, I waited anxiously in the hopes that Mammon would be able to slip away from the conversation with Lucifer without incurring the Avatar of Pride’s anger.

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[moony-meadow]

Hi I noticed the recent post about you wanting some short writing ideas to work on. Hopefully it’s ok if I give one or two. Maybe a very short vore scene with beel from obey me? Or maybe some g/t hide and seek with whatever characters you like.

(I’m already working on a second part to the last story, so I’m definitely still in an Obey Me! Mood! I imagine there will be several sort of hijinks in general now that the brothers have ‘unlocked’ new ways to interact with MC. Obviously, I just substituted my own persona’s name in here, but here’s a mix of hide and seek and Beelzebub!

Also, I'm always happy to have asks and requests, so feel free to make as many suggestions as you want! I need the psuedo‐social interaction anyways, haha)

“Beel, no,” I said sternly.

“Please, Kat? I’m not hungry when I eat you,” Beel pleaded, trying to give me puppy dog eyes as his stomach growled loudly. An ambient and familiar noise that felt more like a threat hanging over my head ever since the whole animal incident.

“Probably because of the whole not being able to digest me thing,” I replied, continuing to thumb through my textbook. This whole schooling after graduation thing sucked, but demons lived hundreds of years and they didn’t care about Associate’s degrees. Hell, they’d probably have forced a person with a Doctorate to still do homework… Did Solomon have a Doctorate?

Beel flopping on my bed distracted me from the random thought, the demon acting like a dog begging for treats as he practically whined, “Pleeease, Kat. We can play Hide and Seek? If I win, I get to eat you, and if I lose, I’ll leave you alone!”

“You’ll just win cause your senses are better,” I huffed and rolled my eyes. But, I sighed and closed my textbook, shutting my eyes for a moment as I steeled myself. I knew there wasn’t much point arguing with the hungry demon, and if he sat there begging for too long then he’d go into a hungry rage and eat me anyways. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, able to see the eager anticipation in his eyes.

He knew I was pretty easy to crack.

“Fine. But, since I know you’re going to win, you can’t eat me for a week after, got it,” I crossed my arms over my chest after putting the textbook down, gaze firm as I set my rule. “If I fall behind on my studies because you keep eating me, both of us are going to be bitched at by Lucifer.”

“YES,” Beel exclaimed, sitting up excitedly. I could already tell he was drooling, mostly because he lifted a hand to sort of cover his mouth for a moment so he could swallow the excess saliva. “Thank you, Kat!”

And that’s what led to me being shrunk down and given ten minutes to try and hide. We chose the kitchen because it was the only place in the mansion that would actually give me a chance of winning, all the smells of other food acting as a distraction for his senses. An additional rule was added that he couldn’t eat anything else other than me, otherwise he could eat the whole kitchen to find my hiding spot. Which would not only be unfair, but it was also terrifying to see things digest in front of you even when you were invulnerable to acid.

Hiding behind the flour on one of the counters (I couldn’t exactly open the cabinets at this size), I heard Beel announce the start of the game before the sound of his shoes on the floor was apparent. It was a good three, maybe four, minutes of hearing him rummage around the kitchen before the sack of flour was brushed to the side and I found myself scooped up with a yelp.

“Found you,” he purred proudly, even though it had probably been decently easy.

“Y-Yes, yes you did,” I shifted a little in his hold instinctively, looking up at him and adding, “And don’t forget the protection spell!”

“Right, right,” the demon nodded distractedly, probably holding himself back from just popping me into his mouth immediately already. He did recite the incantation, though he didn’t waste any time opening his jaws almost immediately after.

The sight still sent a shiver of nervousness down my spine, seeing the teeth larger than my head, a tongue almost as large as a mattress, and the darkness at the back of his mouth that led to his throat. There was already a pool of drool on his tongue and strings of saliva broke when he opened his maw, further proof of his anticipation. 

I was carefully maneuvered into his jaws slowly enough that I was given the chance to shout in protest if I felt too overwhelmed. I doubted he’d be able to stop himself at this point, but the care was an appreciated thought. The humid warmth of his breathing became more intense and my clothes were immediately soaked when I was placed on his tongue, his jaws closing and leaving me in the humid darkness. Almost immediately my surroundings vibrated a little as a pleased hum rumbled from his chest at my taste.

Normally, he’d usually spend at least several seconds rolling me around his mouth to ‘get the most’ of my flavor, but he must’ve been hungrier than he always was because he barely waited a moment before nudging me towards the back of his throat.

All it took was a strong swallow and I descended down his throat, past his collarbone towards his bottomless pit of a stomach. Well, it wasn’t actually bottomless, since I slid into an actual organ and not a dimensional void. After being eaten a fair amount of times at this point, I wasn’t as scared anymore, the heartbeat and sound of breathing less overbearing now. A low, loud growl made the stomach’s already moving walls ripple and press against me, able to feel Beel gently place a hand against his stomach.

“Thanks again,” the demon purred, rubbing a small circle over his stomach for a moment.

“Just don’t forget to let me out before your morning jog,” I reminded him. While he could wake up early and workout before school, I didn’t exactly feel like being jostled awake before breakfast. At least if I was let out before his run, I could doze for another hour or so before getting up. 

There was a muffled sound of running footsteps that caught my attention, and Beel’s based on how he stiffened a little before relaxing again. Much to my amusement, Belphie exclaimed, “How come you get to eat Kat today?!”

[moony-meadow]

(I’ve gotten back into O.bey Me! and I still fucking love the first Paws and Claws event for what I feel are VERY obvious reasons, haha. So here’s something self-indulgent while I keep working on WtR and stuff.)

It has certainly been… interesting being around the brothers the last couple days while they were stuck “anthropomorphized”. I use the term loosely since they hadn’t turned entirely into animals, but rather had the ears and tails of certain animals. And a pair of dull horns in Levi’s case.

Oh, and they more or less adopted some of the characteristics of the animals they sort of turned into, which led to the first day being very nerve-wracking for all involved. For the others, because all of them but Levi gained attributes of mostly carnivorous animals. For me, because for the first few hours I was more in danger of being eaten by one of the carnivorous brothers than I had been in most of my time in the Devildom. It was something I’d been threatened with because I was a human surrounded by demons, but something that hadn’t been acted upon at all.

Thankfully, after a while of trying to avoid each brother in turn -a difficult feat normally, let alone when their senses were heightened- they were each able to rein in their animalistic instincts. At least when it came to potentially eating me, Mammon and Satan still tended to chase the ball around if I threw it suddenly.

It’d still be a few days until Luke could get ahold of the antidote, and with how rushed he’d been in the first place both Simeon and Solomon were also aware of the situation and had checked in around the time Lucifer was berating everyone for losing themselves to their instincts. He had allowed me to hang out with the angels and Solomon in the kitchen to bring them up to speed on what had happened after Luke ran off for the antidote. 

Luke thought I should have moved into Purgatory Hall until the demon brothers were ‘cured’, but I didn’t want to be too much of a hassle and refused, and eventually the residents of Purgatory Hall went home after ensuring that I knew I could count on them if something happened. Nothing did happen though, other than each brother being even more affectionate than normal and vying for my attention. 

Mostly, Asmo was always looking for affection anyways.

For now, I was taking the rare moment to myself, finding that I was almost constantly drained due to the fact that I was an introvert with seven roommates and couldn't really get much time to myself to unwind and relax. And, today seemed like about the same when there was knocking at my door, followed by Mammon demanding to be let in.

"OI! Kat, open the door," the demon shouted, making me sigh. I wondered if I should just stay quiet to make him think I wasn't here, but last time I did that he had lockpicked into my room to see if I had any valuables laying around. He froze when he saw me, but I got Solomon to charm my stuff after that.

"Give me a second," I grumbled, pausing my music on my phone and taking out my headphones, the book I was reading carefully closed and left on the bed as I got up and opened the door.

Mammon looked at me as the door opened, a chuff accompanying his greeting, "There you are! I've been knocking for almost an entire minute!"

"And I've been trying to relax in my room," I replied, eyes wandering to the tiger ears that had replaced his normal ones.

"Hmph, I guess you won't be interested in what I just found then," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes since he knew my curiosity tended to get the better of me. Like, a lot.

".. Well, I didn't say anything like that," I stood aside to let the demon enter my room, instinctively glancing him over as he walked in to see if I could get a glimpse of what he had found. I wouldn't put it past him to lie about something interesting just to get my attention though. 

I closed the door behind him, walking over to the bed and hopping back up on it as I curiously asked, "What did you find?"

"You know how Luke's cake turned all of us into animals?" Mammon stopped beside my bed, hands on his hips while his tail idly flicked around.

"Gee, did it," I asked sarcastically, propping my head on a hand as I continued in more amused sarcasm. "I never would have thought. I knew something was different, but I thought it was a haircut thing."

"Yeah, okay, tone down the sass," he playfully pushed my shoulder and I stuck my tongue out for a second in response. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial of something that glowed an amber color. "Anyways, I was thinking about pranking the Angels and Solomon back!"

"Wha- why," I asked, curiosity turning into surprise and I instinctively felt defensive on the trio's behalf. "It's not like Luke did it on purpose. And the other two had nothing to do with it."

"Well, no. But Lucifer's been upping his annoying lectures these last few days because of this whole thing!"

"I think it's more because you keep knocking stuff over-."

"Hey, these tails are difficult to get used to," Mammon put a hand to his chest, his tail flicking in irritation. "And I'm not the only one who's accidentally knocked stuff over, Beel is the worst with his lion tail!"

"Either way, you're not pranking the angels and Solomon," I said, holding my hand out for the vial.

Mammon's ears flattened a little and his eyes narrowed, holding the vial protectively to himself. He let out a growl that I still wasn't used to, feeling my heart skip a beat as he said, "No, you're not stopping me from using this."

"Mammon," I stood up, my tone becoming more stern. "Don't make me command you to give it, you know I hate doing that."

"I'm not making you do anything!" 

He started trying to back up towards the door, presumably to try and bolt with the vial. My eyes widened and I reached across the pact I had with him while quickly hopping off the bed and stepping forward.

"Mammon, stop," I demanded, seeing him freeze in place when I did so.

I strode to my bedroom door and placed myself between it and Mammon, who was cursing under his breath about having been forcibly stopped. I started trying to grab the vial from him, but he kept trying to hold it out of reach. Granted, that wasn't very difficult with our height difference, but it was still annoying.

"Mammon, you ass, give me the fucking vial," I hissed, though I didn't command him to do so with the pact, just trying to nick it off of him.

"Not a chance," Mammon replied, the growl of irritation in his throat. "Do you know how difficult it was to get this stuff? If I give it to you, Lucifer will have my- HEY!"

I was able to make a particularly good hop to reach the vial that he held in the air. I wasn't able to grab the vial exactly, but I was able to hit his hand hard enough that the vial slipped from his grasp. Making a noise of triumph, I quickly went to grab it, but so did Mammon. My hands closed around the vial, but I found myself knocked over in the demon's haste to try and beat me to it.

The fall itself didn't hurt, but I had tightened my grip on the vial instinctively, the thin glass breaking under the unintentional pressure.

I yelped from the tumble, opening my hands cautiously at the sharp pain and feeling of a wet stain on my hands and shirt, seeing the shards of the vial in my palms and the amber liquid spilled all over me mixed with a bit of blood. I groaned and laid my head back down, dragging out an exasperated, "Fuuuuuuuck…"

"Fuck, Kat, are you okay," Mammon asked, the demon kneeling beside me. "I didn't mean to push you over, I was just going for the vial! Oh, I'm definitely screwed now, Lucifer's gonna kill me!"

"I'm fine," I replied, sitting up and looking at the pieces of glass. Maybe I'd ask Satan for some sort of healing spell if I didn't get all the shards out. I tried to shake my hands off, a few of the pieces slipping out of my palm and I started carefully pulling out the rest. Mammon had gone to my bathroom quickly while I did so to get my first aid kit and held out a hand so he could try to bandage one of mine. I mumbled a thanks and held out my right hand for him to put gauze on, curiously lifting my left hand to my face to try and sniff it.

It smelled citrus-y.

"What was even in that," I asked. Considering he had been planning to prank Purgatory Hall, I was very surprised that I hadn't grown an extra arm or something.

"Well, uh…" Mammon seemed hesitant to answer, keeping his eyes trained on bandaging my hands. Once done, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "It's basically the same stuff that turned us into part-animal. There's supposed to be a bit of a delay, cause I didn't want them figurin' out it was me if it affected them before I could get away."

"Well, I mean, that should be fine then," I shrugged, looking over my bandaged hands. I had to admit, he did a really good job, my fingers not feeling too hindered by the coverings on my palms. 

But then something clicked. Whipping my head up to look at Mammon, I said, "Wait… you were also trying to prank Solomon…

"Mammon, does this work on humans," I asked, knowing the answer by the wince of shame at the question. I looked back at where the amber liquid had spilled, seeing that it didn't even leave a trace on my skin or shirt, presumably having absorbed the magical substance. Part of me was worried, but another part thought that the brothers had been getting along fine despite the animalistic stuff, so I should be fine...

"I-It does work on humans, but unlike the antidote Luke is getting, I don't know where we'd even start to get an antidote for this," Mammon said. He looked like he was trying to not freak out.

"Maybe Satan knows something," I suggested, standing up and automatically offering a hand to help him up. Obviously, he didn't take it since they had just been bandaged. "He's been poring over some of his books in case he could find a way for y'all to have an antidote sooner. And, he hates Lucifer, so he's probably not gonna snitch on you."

"We both tried lookin' for antidote stuff, we got nothing. But, we can ask him, I guess," Mammon frowned, getting up. He glanced at his watch, adding, "I-I’m not sure when it's supposed to kick in."

"Well, maybe we can reach Satan before- hnngh,” I held a hand to my head a wave of light-headedness hit me, making me stumble a bit in place. I saw Mammon jolt beside me, readying to catch me if I fell, but I waved him off as I tried to straighten and ignore it. I-I’m fine, we have to hurr-.”

My head throbbed with what felt like the beginning of a migraine, the light-headedness becoming worse. My vision spotted and blurred as my head spun. I must have fainted or blacked out for a moment because I found myself staring up at Mammon when my vision cleared up enough, leaning way too close over me. When I groaned and moved to sit up though, his face didn’t get much closer. Confused, I looked around and noticed that everything was bigger, a lot bigger. As in, big enough that I was actually in Mammon’s hands kind of big.

“Mammon,” I yelped in surprise, whatever grogginess and dizziness being pushed to the side as my heart skipped a beat and I felt a bit of adrenaline. The demon in question quickly moved to set me down now that I was aware, something I was grateful for despite my legs feeling a bit wobbly.

“I-I’m sorry, I grabbed ya before you could hit the ground, but I didn’t hurt you, right,” he asked, looking even more freaked out than when I’d first spilled the potion, understandably so. “I didn’t expect ya to faint.”

“I’m fine, b-but I’m more concerned about why I’m fucking small,” I exclaimed, struggling to wrap my head around my newfound size. “I thought you said it was like the animal thing!”

“It is!... M-Maybe it’s because you’re some kind of rodent?”

“I’m a WHAT,” I quickly looked myself over, something I’d neglected to do in favor of staring around. I realized I now had a brown and black furry tail almost as long as my legs, and when I reached up I found that my normal ears were now replaced by mostly round ones that twitched at my own touch. I didn’t know what they looked like, but that didn’t matter. Holding a hand to my head in confusion, I tried to make sense of it, saying, “None of you guys changed size!”

“I don’t know! Maybe because none of us are something that small, or maybe because it’s meant for angels and humans, not demons,” Mammon suggested, though it was obvious that he wasn’t certain of it himself.

“W-Well, this is a lot more inconvenient than I thought this was going to be,” I sighed, able to feel my tail move on its own and realized that I could hear a lot better than before, able to hear Mammon’s tail across the floor as it moved. The smell of the foliage and flowers in my room even seemed stronger than usual.

“You’re telling me,” the demon suddenly looked away a bit, raising a hand to cover his mouth.

“Are you okay,” I automatically asked, startled that he seemed more affected by this than I was. I moved to try and get a better look at his face, but he tensed and held up a hand to signal for me to stop. I hesitantly obeyed.

“N-No. Seein’ you so small is making my instincts flare up again,” he shook his head and sat back a little on his heels. “It’s already been difficult, but now you’re bite-sized and every movement is catching my attention.”

“Oh.” I stiffened a little at his answer. I appreciated the honesty, but an instinctive shiver of fear ran down my spine.

“Your fear isn’t helping,” Mammon’s eyes closed momentarily before opening and glancing in my direction. His tone and gaze held a bit of hurt, concern, and a glint that I’d seen enough times from Beel that almost had me taking a step back. “I know ya can’t help it, but I wish you’d just stop…”

“We need to get to Satan or Lucifer,” I said, trying to ignore his comment the best that I could. “Maybe even Solomon would know something.”

I turned towards the bedroom door a bit to suggest that if he didn’t want to draw too much attention that he could go without me, thinking that maybe I could climb onto the bed while he was gone and try to message Solomon or Luke. But, I was interrupted before I could even start, finding myself suddenly swept off my feet. I was barely even able to yelp in surprise, realizing that I’d been snatched up by Mammon as I was raised above the ground.

“M-Mammon?” I asked nervously, looking up at him. His fingers twitched around me and he looked like he was struggling, looking appalled.

"I-I didn't mean to, you just turned around and I couldn't stop myself!" He exclaimed.

My ears wilted back at how loud he sounded while my mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. Tigers were ambush predators, so I guess turning away had been a trigger for his instincts. But if my fear was making it worse, if turning away made it worse, and if me basically existing made it worse, what could I do?! I was in a bit of shock, so I hadn't really struggled, but I didn't doubt that would also make it worse. 

"K-Kat, ya gotta command me to stop. Tell me to put you down or something!"

My eyes widened in surprise at his request, startled and panicked. It had to be really bad if he was *asking* me to give him an order, knowing very well that he and the other brothers hated it with a passion. Spurred on by my own fear and his own, I tried to reach across the pact, demanding, "M-Mammon, stop!"

But I didn't feel the pact react, like it was dormant somehow. And judging by how his own eyes widened a bit, hands raising ever so slightly to his face, he also realized that it wasn't working.

"K-Kat, order me to stop," he repeated, voice wavering in his own panic.

"I-I did! I don't feel the pact responding," I replied, clutching onto his fingers as I tried to reign in my panic, tried to think of something. 

"Sh-Shit," Mammon hissed, the shaking in his hands getting worse. I'm not sure what the tremors felt like to him, but they felt like mini earthquakes to me, but what shook me to my core was the implications. "I- l-look, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself, but… w-well, while looking for antidote stuff with Satan, I came across a protection charm.. I promise, I-I wasn't planning on eatin' ya, b-but it was just in case I couldn't keep myself from trying to eat ya."

I blinked, finding myself overwhelmed and stunned at his small tangent. But I couldn't exactly say that I was comforted by his words. In fact, it only served to make me panic more since he really made it sound like he was about to eat me.

"Wha- b-but, you're not going to eat me, right?!"

His hesitation to respond was all the answer I needed, instinctively squirming a little in his hands as I debated maybe trying to wriggle free despite the potential fall to the ground. I could see his ears perk up a little.

"Nngh, I-I'm sorry, Kat," the demon was able to say, before starting to murmur some Latin under his breath while his shaking hands brought me closer to his face. Much to my dismay.

"G-Gah, Mammon, STOP," I shouted, instinctive panic washing over me. I didn't know whether or not any rodent instincts were making it worse, but I was pretty sure that even if I didn't have the ears and tail, I'd still be panicking at the thought of being eaten. You know, the thing every animal on earth basically spent millions of years evolving to AVOID. Including humans. 

I squirmed and twisted in his shaky hold in an attempt to get away, unable to focus on his Latin words as I felt his breath on my side. Something akin to a hiccup caused me to let out an actual squeak of fear, a thing I would have been embarrassed about if it weren't for the circumstances.

After a moment, I realized that he was done murmuring Latin. A split second later I let out a strangled cry when something large and wet slid across my arm and up, flicking past the side of my head and new ears.

I didn't need to look to know or make the educated guess that it had been his tongue, but that didn't stop me from glancing towards the source and paling at seeing his mouth a lot closer than it had been before. Teeth glinted in the room lighting, sharper and larger than I thought. I was so appalled at the sight that I didn't realize he started lowering his face a bit again, tongue slightly sticking out.

"Mammon, s-stop," I yelped, flinching and curling in on myself as his tongue licked across my side again. His fingers actually loosened, which would have allowed me a chance to escape if his licking didn't pin me to his palm.

His hands seemed far more steady now and he was letting out a sound similar to his greeting chuffs as his tongue raked across my side a few more times despite my very vocal and physical protests, my clothes clinging to the apparently rough surface of his tongue each time the muscle pulled away a bit. One of the licks tugged a bit too much and I yelped when I was lifted a bit off of his palm. Before I could move to unstick myself from his tongue, I suddenly found myself in darkness as he closed his mouth on my upper half. A bit of light illuminated my nightmarish surroundings for a moment as his mouth opened just enough to slide the rest of me inside.

The world was only still for a second before the tongue beneath me lurched and I found out what it was like as a hard candy when it started to lap at me and roll me around his maw, a hum mixing with the weird chuffing sound. I found myself drenched in saliva almost immediately in the warm and humid space, my arms shaking from trying to struggle. At this point, my throat felt a bit hoarse from trying to get Mammon to stop, the pact that was usually so readily there still unresponsive.

Terrifyingly, it wasn’t long before I felt myself being nudged towards the back of his mouth, able to feel my hands drape over the edge of the tongue despite me trying to scramble back.

“M-Mammon, don’t you f-fucking DARE!” 

The threat was empty and went unheeded, the tongue pushing up briefly before a thick swallow compressed everything around me and I was dragged down into his throat. I heard his heartbeat and breathing surround me, becoming louder the further I was drawn down his gullet. It was horribly constrictive. I could barely even wriggle, let alone struggle, at this point. Seconds dragged on, feeling like forever before I found myself sliding into a more open space.

What I could only guess was his stomach.

I couldn’t see anything, but that was a grace. I didn’t want to see the walls as they moved around me, able to hear a gurgle from somewhere as everything around me churned. At this point, I was too tired to do much more than try and push the stomach walls away weakly in comparison to the struggles I had been able to put up before.

“K-Kat, are you okay?” Mammon’s voice sounded very weird, loudly resounding around me yet somehow muffled through the layers of flesh and ambient sounds.

“You fucking ate me, NO!”

I felt Mammon flinch around me, feeling a brief pang of guilt through my panic. After all, I knew he hadn’t wanted to do it, but that didn’t stop the fear that had arisen from the whole situation. And, as much as I knew he wouldn’t want to hurt me, I also didn’t know how effective the protective charm was. Or if it even worked.

“Look, I didn’t want to! Is the protective charm working? I didn’t hurt you, right,” the demon asked, voice uncharacteristically saturated with worry and his own panic. Sure, he was bad at masking his care, but this was the most genuine concern I’d heard from him.

“I-I-,” I struggled to reign in my instinctive panic, focusing on whether I had been actually hurt. Traumatized? Yes. But, it wasn't like I’d ended up bitten or was currently being burned by… demon stomach acid. It hadn’t been pleasant by any means, but I wasn’t dying. And after living in the Devildom for months, I’d debatably experienced far worse. “I… N-No, Mammon, you didn’t hurt me. It seems fine… For now, at least…”

Everything seemed to relax around me, even if the stomach still moved around me. A light pressure on one side made me jolt a bit in surprise, Mammon saying, “I’m.. I’m really glad you’re alright. I’d never forgive myself if I accidentally ended up hurtin’ ya.”

“I-I appreciate the sentiment, but could you let me out,” I asked, already wanting OUT of the demons insides. Everytime the walls brushed and churned against me, it made me flinch and the constant gurgles kept my instincts -whether human or rodent in nature- on edge.

“I, uh… I might need a potion to make me hurl you back up… b-but, on the bright side, I can try and ask Satan if he knows anything about angel-human variants of  the animal thing,” he replied. “He’ll have all the ingredients for basically every potion, and it shouldn’t be hard to find one to get you out.”

“Ah.” 

The response wasn’t exactly one I’d liked, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I yelped when everything jolted, my stomach dropping as it seemed Mammon stood up. The pressure on the one side increased and moved, realizing that the demon probably had a hand over his stomach and he gave a brief rub against me. That rumbling chuff mixed with a hum from before started up again, and I could only guess that he was trying to purr but tigers were incapable.

"Y-Yeah, if we're going to try and not make your brothers freak out about you eating me, you should probably stop that."

[moony-meadow]

Designed for this seems very interesting. I like how there is some world building going on.

Thanks, it was kind of experimental I guess, I so I'm glad you liked it

[moony-meadow]

Some unwilling things (◡‿◡✿)

Tinies held tightly in closed fists, screaming and thrashing about as much as they can as they’re slowly raised up toward a giant’s open mouth

Tinies cursing as they’re held in front of a giants open mouth, dangling as the giant holds them just by their shirt, but the tiny is loudly and violently protesting, kicking and punching at the air until their screams are quickly silenced when theyre slurped into the giant’s mouth like a thick noodle

Tinies shaking and sobbing in the palm of a giant as the giant’s warm tongue licks them, slowly dragging across every inch of their body as they taste them fully and comment on how delicious they are before slipping them into their mouth

Tinies trembling in fear, too scared to scream as a giant opens their mouth in front of them, and they’re covered in warm heat from the giant’s breath that sends a chill down the tiny’s spine, but they cant do anything but stare in horror into the giant’s mouth

Tinies flailing in a giant’s mouth, covered in slime yet not ready to give up, screaming and fighting until their obstinate flame is doused as a wave of saliva sends them down the giant’s throat

Tinies watching helplessly while another tiny is effortlessly swallowed, and shaking in fear as the giant turns their attention towards them, rubbing their belly and licking their lips before they raise the other tiny up to their open lips, and the tiny is in tears, begging and pleading not to be swallowed

Tinies struggling all the way down the giant’s throat, and although their movement is restricted by the strong muscles constricting them, they scream and try to stop their descent further into the giant, only giving up when they’re in the humid heat of the giant’s gurgling stomach, terrified and alone, while the giant is patting their growling belly, laughing at the tiny’s futile attempts to escape

[moony-meadow]

Designed for This

“Shit, how could I let this happen?” Grant thought frantically to himself as he crept through the gigantic alleyway, careful to keep as much to the shadows as humanly possible.

He had only been intending on going out for a quick trip, one that would easily allow him to be back to the safe underground by the time day broke. However, time had gotten away from him as he’d been digging through the windowless storeroom of a restaurant, and when he’d finally emerged, the sun had begun its ascent into the sky.

Grant wasn’t new to scavenging, he’d been at it for a few years now. The giant city that he and his people lived beneath was always going to be terrifying, but someone as experienced as him should be able to handle it without problem. The rules were pretty simple: only go out at night, don’t take anything that will be missed, and never ever get caught. Therefore, the fact that Grant had managed to screw up so bad was all the more pathetic.

Scowling at himself, Grant edged his way along a massive brick wall. The grating that acted as one of the many entrances to the underground wasn’t far away, and it was still early morning, meaning there shouldn’t be too many giants milling about just yet.

It was just as this thought popped into Grant’s head that he felt the ground beneath him begin to quake. His blood ran cold as realization quickly dawned on him. Grant pressed himself up against the bricks, slamming his eyes shut as if not being able to see the giant would cause the giant not to be able to see him in return.

“Hmm, what do we have here?” a thunderous voice sounded from above, the words causing Grant to feel as though every vein in his body had frozen over.

The repetitive thudding came to a halt. Even with his eyes still tightly shut, Grant could sense the overwhelming presence looming mere feet away.

“Little one?” the voice called again in a sickeningly sweet tone. Grant wanted desperately to simply remain blind to the terror standing before him. He couldn’t bear facing his death--couldn’t bear accepting being the meal of a horrifying colossus. But he knew being stubborn would get him nowhere. He had no option left but to deal with the situation head on.

And so reluctantly, Grant opened his eyes. The sight he was first met with was a pair of enormous, shiny black shoes, each easily large enough to crush Grant’s entire body. Painstakingly, the human lifted his gaze up to meet the behemoth’s gaze.

Unexpectedly, the giant man was not standing at his full height, but rather was crouched down. Despite not towering quite as much, the giant’s position was no less intimidating. His face was closer now, watching Grant with sly interest. “Mmhm, I’m talking to you,” he purred.

The giant was pale, with smooth skin and prominent cheekbones. The rest of the man’s features, however, were quite soft and rounded, providing him with a very unique look. Shoulder length near-white blond hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, with a few stray strands falling forward and framing the face.

Were Grant none the wiser, he would never have pegged someone with the appearance of the man before him to be capable of devouring someone. He didn’t look psychotic, or ravenous--he didn’t even look particularly beefy, his exposed arms showed only a small amount of muscle definition.

The sound of rushing air met Grant’s ears as the giant took in a deep breath through his nose, a blissful look crossing his face as he did so. “I knew I caught a whiff of your delectable human scent.”

Grant’s stomach churned at the words. He’d heard rumors that giants could pick up on the scent of humans, but he had never gotten close enough to one of the monsters to actually test the theory out. Now it seemed clear that the rumors had been accurate after all.

It was impossible to ignore the giant’s massive white teeth as a smile broke out on his face. “I can already tell you are going to be delicious.” A pale hand began to reach out towards Grant. Its advance was slow, and Grant knew he should try to dodge it. At first, he could only stare, his muscles seemingly unwilling to cooperate. However, as the gigantic appendage came ever closer, a flood of adrenaline finally kicked in.

With more speed than he’d ever utilized in his life, Grant whipped back around towards his original goal: the grate. If he could just get inside, the giant would never be able to fit his hand in to snag him. However, he only managed to take a mere two steps before he was suddenly grabbed from behind.

“Ah, ah, ah,” the giant tutted as his long fingers wrapped themselves around Grant’s comparatively miniscule figure. A soft chuckle rumbled through the giant as a set of piercing blue eyes stared down at Grant. “You were trying to run,” he remarked in amusement.

Before Grant got the chance to respond (not that he would have), he was hit with a wave of vertigo as the giant man moved around and repositioned himself. Grant held his breath, as if to hold back any potential vomit that may come up. He didn’t open his mouth again until the disorienting movement came to a halt.

Now, the giant was sitting down with his back against the brick way. Of course, Grant was still being clutched firmly in the behemoth’s right hand. “You smell even sweeter closer up.” Grant could do nothing as the man brought him nearer to his face, taking another sniff as he did so. “You wouldn’t mind if I had just a little taste, right?”

There was no pause, no waiting for Grant to respond, before the absolutely massive lips in front of him parted and a large pink tongue snaked out. “No-” the human’s cry was cut off as the warm wet tongue made contact with his collarbone and neck, smoothly skimming over the surface of the skin.

Grant struggled violently against the unyielding grip on his body, desperate to distance himself from being licked at like some kind of lollipop. It was uncomfortable, it was humiliating, and it was downright terrifying. “Stop squirming so much.” Hot breath washed over Grant as the giant spoke. The sensation was unpleasant, but Grant was grateful it had replaced the tongue’s insistent tasting. “There’s no use fighting this, it’s completely natural after all,” the pale man remarked in a whisper. “I’m the predator, and you’re the prey.”

The truth of the giant’s words were not lost on Grant. He knew how the food chain worked, knew that if you weren’t at the top you were subject to death as another creature’s sustenance. It was for this very reason that humanity had fled into hiding so long ago. They could never hope to outmatch the giants, and so they had no choice but to retreat.

Grant had always known what fate would await him if he ever got caught by a giant, but that knowledge didn’t make facing the reality of his situation any less painful. He was nothing but food to this giant man--something to be eaten and forgotten.

As if to remind Grant even further of his place, the giant’s tongue once again assaulted him. This time the powerful muscle ran along the length of Grant’s arms, avoiding the short sleeves of his shirt and focusing instead on every inch of exposed flesh. The sounds of pleasure that leaked from the giant’s mouth sent chills across Grant’s saliva coated skin.

After what felt like another eternity of licking, the tongue finally retreated once again. The giant swallowed, letting out an “mmm” as he seemingly reflected on Grant’s flavor. “You humans are made to be eaten,” he commented, mouth still inches away from Grant’s body. “You’re designed to be food for us.”

Without warning, the giant’s hand began to move forward, carrying Grant with it. A playful chuckle came from the man as he opened up his mouth, just wide enough to fit a human. Grant’s destination was obvious, and it was the very place he least wanted to go. He thrashed against the powerful fingers that grasped him, hoping desperately that he would be able to escape the dark, teeth filled cavern before him.

However, Grant’s struggles proved pointless, as the giant easily slid the human’s body past his soft lips and into the moist maw. But rather than shoving Grant all the way as had been expected, the giant man instead stopped part way.

Grant’s bottom half was still being held by the massive hand, meanwhile his upper half was stuck within the confines of the mouth. Oversized lips closed around Grant’s waist, locking him in place.

It was impossible to see a thing inside the dark maw. The lack of sight only made Grant all the more aware of the sensations around him. The air was thick and hot, and every twitch of the giant’s oral muscles could be easily felt. It was hellish, and Grant wanted nothing more than to get out.

It only took a few moments for the persistent tongue that Grant had become so painfully familiar with to continue doing what it did best. Grant once again felt the bumpy surface of the muscle run repeatedly over his body. He had to close his eyes as even his face was subjected to the tasting.

The satisfied noises that echoed around Grant were impossible to ignore. It was an insult to injury, knowing his tortuer was enjoying the situation so thoroughly.

Somehow, things for Grant only got worse as he suddenly felt a rush of pressure on either side of himself. A flood of saliva overcame him as the suction continued on. “He’s sucking on me like some kind of hard candy!” Grant realized.

Indeed, the giant had taken to sucking on his little human treat. He had found that doing so successfully drew out even more flavor from the delicious man. Leos was in heaven. He’d eaten humans before, but it had been a long time since he’d gotten to indulge in the delicacy. Unfortunately, these days the little critters were pretty tough to come by. It was unknown whether that was due to their numbers being depleted, or because they had somehow figured out how to conceal themselves.

Either way, Leos wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, he was positively ecstatic with his find. Sure, his plans for the day were going to have to be thrown out the window, but that was no bother. Toying with a human was far more entertaining than going to the mall could ever be.

“This is such fun,” Leos commented, pulling the still squirming human out from his maw. “You’re fighting for your life right now, and I can hardly even feel it.”

The darling little thing was completely drenched in Leos’s saliva, causing its brown hair to stick up at awkward angles. And of course, its face was stricken with fear. “Honestly, you’d think humans would have come to terms with their place in the world by now,” Leos thought to himself. It was natural for prey animals to flee from their predators, but once they were caught, would it not be better to just give in and accept the inevitable?

“Don’t you understand? This is what you’re meant for,” he pointed out, running an index finger along the side of the shivering creature’s face.

It really was a shame humans had to be simultaneously so delicious and also so adorable. Leos was half tempted to keep the sweet thing as a pet--but yet he wasn’t sure he’d be able to resist the delectable flavor for long.

“Speaking of…” Leos slid the human back into his mouth, ignoring the little man’s passionate pleas. Once again, Leos held onto the bottom half of the human’s body. He was afraid if he put the whole thing in his mouth, he’d wind up swallowing prematurely. Leos didn’t want that, he wanted to have plenty of time to enjoy his snack.

Relishing in the adorable little squirms it caused, Leos batted the human’s head around with his tongue. Each moment of contact his taste buds made with the soft skin sent a thrill of divine taste dancing across his tongue. Leos let out a euphoric moan. Humans truly were an unparalleled treat.

A particularly violent thrash from the human nearly caused it to collide with one of Leos’s teeth. Leos pulled the little man back out, tutting playfully as he did so. “You’re quite the struggler, aren’t you?” he remarked, observing as the human continued trying fruitlessly to push against the fingers that surrounded it. “To be honest, I like that in a human.”

Granted, a squirmy human could make wrangling them a bit more difficult, but really, nothing a human did would ever prove challenging to one of Leos’s kind. Plus, there was something just so amusing and tantalizing about a human trying desperately to free themselves, only to be easily stopped by Leos’s far greater strength and power.

“Surely you know you can’t stop me,” he said. “But you keep trying anyway.” The human’s deep brown eyes met with Leos’s. There was the expected fear written all over the little guy’s face, but Leos was surprised to detect a bit of...was that indignation? “So it’s got a little spunk to it,” Leos mused mentally.

Leos took another lap at the human’s precious little face, and quickly found himself dying to just pop the darling into his mouth and bask in the full flavor effect. And so he did just that.

“Stop! Don’t do th--” the human’s cries were quickly muffled as Leos slammed his lips shut, trapping every inch of the tiny thing within his maw.

A flurry of wild kicking and clawing from the human resulted in several parts of the inside of Leos’s mouth getting smacked. Not that any of the impacts did any damage whatsoever. In fact, Leos found the struggling to be quite a pleasant feeling actually.

Humming contentedly, Leos easily thwarted the human’s thrashing and positioned its body at the center of his tongue. He then lifted his tongue up, effectively pinning the tiny person between the firm muscle and hard roof of his mouth. With the human in this position, Leos was able to taste every delicious bit, as well as draw out even more flavor with the suction caused by the intense pressure.

“I think this one might even taste better than the other ones I’ve had,” Leos considered. He wasn’t exactly sure what made one human taste better than another. There sadly weren’t enough humans around to conduct a study to determine the answer.

After a couple minutes of keeping the human pinned in the same spot, Leos shifted to tossing the little man around in his mouth. Deftly using his tongue, Leos swirled the tiny body around, moving it from cheek to cheek, up, down, and all around. The giant could only imagine how disorienting the experience must be for the fragile creature.

Finally, after several minutes had passed, Leos could not resist his hunger any longer. Being so small, humans weren’t especially filling, but they always felt so damn good when they were stuck inside one’s stomach. Leos hoped this particular human’s penchant for squirming would carry on even once it had been swallowed.

With one last happy sigh, Leos gulped down his entertaining treat. He let his eyes slide shut and leaned his head back against the wall behind him as he relished in the feeling of the little body traveling down through his esophagus. With the tip of a finger, Leos traced the human’s progress all the way until it landed within the confines of his belly.

“Now keep wiggling like a good little human,” Leos prompted, rubbing his hand across the outside of his stomach until he detected the familiar shape of the man. At his touch, it immediately began to move around violently, even going so far as to punch back at Leos’s hand.

A low chuckle rumbled through the giant. Humans were so much fun. It really was a pity there weren’t more of them to play with.

After about ten minutes had passed, Leos was unhappy to realize that the human’s movement had come to a definitive halt. Leos knew enough about his digestive system to know that the human hadn’t been digested quite yet, meaning it was most likely the heat and stress of the situation had caused the tiny little dear to pass out.

With the sudden stillness in his belly, Leos found himself beginning to regret his hastiness. His failure to contain himself had caused him to lose a toy that might have lasted far longer than just several minutes. Humans were unlike other sweets in that their flavor didn’t fade no matter how much you sucked on them or licked them. If Leos could just control himself enough not to swallow the little man, he could indulge on the daily. Plus, as an added bonus, he’d have an adorable little pet to entertain himself with.

Letting his fingers drift along the outside of his stomach, Leos pondered the situation. It wasn’t something he’d ever tried before, but if he could manage to cough the human back up, he could have a second chance with it. “I’m certain I’ll be able to control myself this time,” he assured himself.

And so, after a long stretch of time spent trying to hack up his last meal, Leos finally managed to spit out the unconscious human.

Leos smiled down at the little creature as its teeny chest rose up and down. “You’re coming home with me.”

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I’m excited for part 4 of food play!!

I'm not quite sure if/when that will be, but I'm glad you're enjoying my work!

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Food Envy (3)

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As I was being lowered into Leviathan’s eagerly waiting mouth, I had to wonder how I’d become so dedicated to these brothers that I’d actually allow myself to be eaten by them to make them happy. Was I just a pushover? Or were they just that charming? Either way, it didn’t really matter now. It was too late to back out, my legs had already entered the hot environment that was the interior of Levi’s mouth.

I felt a soft, warm grip take hold of my hips. I glanced down to see that Levi had closed his lips around me and was now bringing his head back to its natural position. Without necessarily meaning to, my legs squirmed within the confines of Levi’s mouth. The heel of my shoe connected with the edge of something hard which I could only presume was a tooth. I was reminded that struggling too much could be potentially dangerous when surrounded by sharpy, pointy teeth, and so I was quick to still myself.

With the tip of his index finger, Levi pushed gently against the top of my head to shove me further into his mouth. I could feel myself slipping further and further inside, saliva quickly beginning to drench my clothes. What I could also feel was Leviathan’s forked tongue already lapping at my legs. A shiver ran through my body at the bizarre feeling.

After a short while, my head was the only thing still sticking out of Levi’s mouth. It was really hard not to feel like a lollipop at this point.

A glance upward revealed that Levi was staring down at me, a cautious look in his eyes. He obviously couldn’t really talk considering his mouth was full with me, but I could tell from his expression that he was waiting for my approval before continuing. The gesture was appreciated, though slightly undermined by the eager licking that the rest of my body was undergoing.

Somewhat reluctantly, I gave Levi my nod of content. His orange eyes instantly brightened, and I could feel the lips pressed around my neck pulling into a slight smile. “At least he’s having a good time,” I thought to myself before I was slurped fully into the demon’s maw.

Now with my entire body to work with, Levi’s tongue was quick to spring into action. I was hastily shoved to the palette, where I was promptly tasted by the undulating tongue beneath me. I cringed at the feeling. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I could swear Levi’s tongue felt slimier than the previous ones I’d encountered.

Once a few moments had passed, the tongue dropped back down, releasing me from the wet embrace I’d been trapped in. Shortly thereafter, I felt myself being pulled towards the back of the throat.

One of the conditions I had made Levi agree to before allowing him to eat me had been that he wouldn’t spend too long toying with me in his mouth. Both Mammon and Beel had seemed to take their sweet time in enjoying my flavor--which, besides being physically uncomfortable, was just simply demeaning. Therefore, I’d made Levi promise to keep his tasting to a minimum, and thankfully, he appeared to be making good on that promise.

The powerful muscles in Levi’s throat steadily dragged me towards the long tube that would carry me to the stomach. I remained as still and compliant as possible. This whole process would go a lot smoother if I just let Levi do all the work.

It wasn’t long at all before I was pulled down the esophagus, and quickly deposited into the big dark space that was Leviathan’s stomach. As I landed with an echoing splat, I was pleased to find that the cavern was completely dry--no pesky stomach acid in sight.

“Are you...are you okay?” I flinched slightly at Levi’s rumbling words. I had forgotten how loud and all encompassing the voice of the stomach’s owner was when I was encased within. It echoed around me, almost as if it was coming from my own mind.

“I’m fine!” I called out as I got myself situated. I had promised Levi I’d stay in his stomach for an hour max, giving him more than enough time to enjoy the situation. Granted, it was less time than Mammon had gotten, but that had been special circumstances.

I could feel the effects of Levi’s lungs expanding and contracting as he let out a sigh of relief. “Good, your pact works then.” The wall I was sitting against was indented slightly, and I had enough experience to know that it was most likely caused by Levi pressing his hand against the outside of his belly. “You--you tasted even better than I imagined,” the demon admitted breathlessly, and I could picture the giddy grin on his face.

“So I’ve heard,” I muttered to myself, too quiet for Levi to hear. At this point I was resigned to the fact that I was apparently delicious to demons. Things probably would’ve been simpler if I tasted like rotten garbage, but clearly that wasn’t in the cards. “Maybe if I didn’t shower for a week or something,” I pondered.

“Mammon and Beel had to coerce or force you into getting eaten, but not me,” Levi declared proudly, the covetous nature of his sin shining through.

In a way, he and Mammon were similar. Both had a tendency for possessiveness, though the things they were possessive over varied significantly--of course, I somehow ended up in the center of the venn diagram.

“Just remember, this isn’t going to become a regular thing,” I warned. I had enough trouble dealing with Mammon’s unfounded expectation that he would get to swallow me again.

“Yeah, right, right,” Levi replied, though he seemed too distracted with poking at the small indent my body made in his stomach to focus much on what I’d just said.

I waited a few moments, hoping the less than pleasant prodding would stop on its own. Unfortunately, Levi showed no signs of stopping. “Levi!” I shouted sternly.

All pressure applied to the outside of the stomach wall disappeared instantly. For a moment I wondered if I had accidentally issued a pact order, but then I remembered who I was dealing with.

“Sorry!” the Avatar of Envy exclaimed. He sounded genuine. It was likely he had just gotten caught up in the novelty of the situation, so I couldn’t really be mad at him. “I’ll--I’ll find something else to do,” he stammered. “I still haven’t beaten the dating sim I’ve been playing. Is that...is that okay?” His consideration was sweet. He was kind of like Beelzebub in that way.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I responded, already bracing myself for the oncoming movement.

Sure enough, a moment later my entire world lurched into motion as Levi moved to get himself situated at his computer desk. I still wasn’t a big fan of that sensation, but I had gotten strangely accustomed to it at this point.

About a minute later, Levi was all set up in his gaming chair. The sounds of the game could be distantly heard from within the confines of Levi’s stomach, but it wasn’t disruptive. In fact, the smooth jazz that made up the game’s soundtrack was almost relaxing. That, plus the all encompassing warmth that surrounded me, was beginning to make me feel a little drowsy.

Falling asleep really hadn’t been a part of my plan, but with Levi focused on his game, and me with nothing much to do while I waited out the hour, I found myself giving in to the call of sleep.

“A little nap couldn’t hurt,” I told myself. And so with the steady beat of Levi’s heart echoing around me, I fell into one of the best rests I’d ever had.

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Food Envy (2)

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After spending about ten minutes explaining to Leviathan the rules and regulations involved in being allowed to temporarily eat me, we had finally gotten to the part where I actually, you know...got eaten.

Levi was still in his demon form, although much calmer than he had been previously. He’d been remarkably receptive to the little speech I had given, listening intently and nodding along in understanding. It seemed he was just so jazzed about the prospect of devouring a human that he didn’t care about all the stipulations that came with it.

“Okay so you’ve ordered me not to digest you, now I shrink you, right?” Levi inquired, not bothering to conceal his giddiness.

I sighed, giving a reluctant nod. I wasn’t a huge fan of being shrunken down. It was endlessly intimidating to be surrounded by people and things several times my size, and it had a way of making me feel quite insignificant. But, considering I’d already agreed to let Levi swallow me, I couldn’t really get out of being miniaturized. I had a feeling being swallowed at my normal size would be even more unpleasant, if it was even possible at all.

“This is gonna be just like that scene in I Drank a Weird Potion and Now I Have Crazy Magical Powers!” Levi mused excitedly.

Before I could weigh the pros and cons of inquiring about what he was talking about, I found myself struck with the (unfortunately) familiar tingling sensation that announced my oncoming change in size.

In a matter of seconds, for the third time in my life, I was reduced to a mere few inches in height. I stood in the center of one of the tiles that made up the floor of Leviathan’s room, to my right was the now towering bathtub that weirdly served as Levi’s bed. And of course, in front of me was the absolutely massive figure of my purple haired demon friend.

“Aahhh!” he exclaimed, a faint pink color dusting his cheeks. “You look like an anime figurine!” Then, with abrupt speed that made my heart race, the Avatar of Envy moved forward to crouch in front of me.

I fidgeted uncomfortably under Levi’s intense gaze, which, after a few moments he seemed to take notice of. “Gah! S-sorry!” he stammered, his stumbling backwards causing the ground to quake beneath me. “You just look really--ugh! I-it’s nothing!” he insisted, his face now positively flushed with red.

Using the back of my hand, I stifled a chuckle. It was bizarre how different this version of Levi--the awkward, dorky one, was from the furiously jealous one I had just been faced with a little bit ago. I had to say, I much preferred this version.

“Alright, alright, let’s not waste time,” I said firmly, folding my arms over my chest. “I still have homework I’ve gotta work on tonight.”

“Right, yeah!” Levi responded hastily, and the next thing I knew, a pair of pale hands were reaching out for me.

With perhaps less care and caution than I would have liked, I was swept off the ground and carried into the air. When the stomach churning movement came to an end, I found myself cupped in Levi’s hands. He was standing at his full height now, meaning I was being held several (relative) stories up in the air.

“You look like Mai the Pixie Princess from Fantasy Quest VII,” Levi beamed, staring down at me with orange eyes full of wonder.

“Minus the wings, I’d imagine,” I commented as I carefully pushed myself up to my feet on the unsteady surface that was Levi’s palms.

“Ooh, I should make you a cosplay costume! I could be Knight Jiro and you could ride on my shoulder just like that one cutscene in Fantasy Quest--” Levi’s eager rambling was cut short as he took note of the impatient look on my face. Under normal circumstances I was more than willing to listen to Levi go on and on about what he was passionate about, but considering the circumstances, now really wasn’t the time. “Uh--right, okay, let’s get on with it,” Levi said sheepishly.

Despite what Levi had said, a long stretch of silence and inaction stretched out between the two of us. He stared at me, and I could swear I saw beads of sweat popping up on his face. I stared back, suddenly feeling very awkward. It seemed as though, at the same moment, we had both been struck with just how weird this whole situation was.

With Beel, it had been different because I had been against my will and Beel hadn’t been in his right mind. With Mammon, it had been a little uncomfortable, but he’d just been so smug about it that I’d been too preoccupied with that to feel too awkward. That was clearly not the case with Levi.

“I--I’m sorry, it’s just been so long since I’ve…” the sentence trailed off as Levi seemed to come to a sudden realization about what he’d been about to say. He didn’t need to finish the sentence for me to be able to guess at what he’d been getting at.

As much as I hated to acknowledge it, the chances were incredibly high that all seven of the demon brothers had eaten humans in the past--and unlike with me, they probably didn’t let those poor souls back out.

Did that knowledge make me sick to my stomach? Absolutely. But it didn’t seem right to hold it against them now. They’d never eaten a human, or even harmed one since I’d known them. As far as I knew, they were reformed. Whether or not the change had anything to do with my presence, I couldn’t be sure.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said dismissively. “You just gotta do it, don’t spend too much time thinking about it.” Levi was clearly conflicted. On one hand, he wanted desperately to eat me, on the other, he obviously felt weird about swallowing someone he considered to be a friend. It certainly wasn’t a predicament I could ever imagine myself in, but I could sympathize at the very least.

Levi gave a firm nod, as if he was trying to hype himself up. “Right, okay. Hold on tight then.” That was all the warning I got before the hands beneath me abruptly jerked into motion.

Suddenly, instead of standing on cupped palms, I was being pinched on each side by one of Levi’s fingers. The soft pad of his thumb dug into my hip, while his index finger was situated on my waist.

I sucked in a sharp breath as I was carried up into the air. Rather than stopping in front of Levi’s face as I had expected, I was lifted up even higher. When the movement came to a halt and I looked down to see Levi tilting his face up towards me, I realized what the demon was planning on doing.

“Woah--uh okay,” the words tumbled out of my mouth but I couldn’t form them into anything coherent.

Meanwhile, Levi had opened his mouth below me, revealing the long forked tongue that only appeared when he was in his demon form. I swallowed hard. “What the hell did I get myself into?”

“I’ll be careful, I promise,” Levi assured me. His words sounded genuine, though it was still hard not to be freaked out when staring down into the dark abyss of a demon’s maw.

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Food Envy (1)

Part 1 of the series

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Over a week had passed since what I mentally referred to as the “Beelzebub Incident.” Of course, I’d sworn both Beel and Mammon to secrecy, which was why I was completely and utterly stunned when Leviathan dragged me into his room and began to drill me about the situation.

“How could you let Beel eat you first? I was your second pact, remember?” Levi urged, his voice was quickly becoming more and more tinged with jealousy.

As for myself, I was currently undergoing a tangle of various emotions. There was the obvious anger at whoever had let slip the fact that I had been eaten not once, but twice. There was the complete and utter mortification that came with having a shameful secret revealed. And then there was panic, because if Levi knew then that could mean the rest of the brothers knew as well. I didn’t even want to imagine Lucifer’s reaction to learning two of his brothers had swallowed me whole.

“Who the hell told you?!” I demanded, too pissed off to notice the dangerous waves of energy beginning to radiate from the Avatar of Envy.

Levi waved a dismissive hand. “No one told me, I overheard Beel and Mammon talking about it.” A fraction of the weight that had been weighing down on me lifted away. Of course, I was still faced with the issue of Levi knowing about my being eaten, but at least now I knew that neither Beelzebub nor Mammon had sold me out. They were still idiots for talking where listening ears could hear, but it was good to know they hadn’t intentionally spilled my dirty little secret. It was a small consolation at least.

Arms folded tightly over my chest, I scowled at the orange-eyed demon. “You shouldn’t eavesdrop,” I said simply. Realistically I had no business telling other people not to eavesdrop when I had secret access to other people’s text conversations on my D.D.D., but that was beside the point. It wasn’t like I asked to have access to those conversations, plus I was a human in a world full of dangerous demons, surely I deserved some special privileges?

Leviathan, seemingly unphased by my chastising, just shook his head. “Nuh uh, you’re the one keeping secrets,” he hissed. “You said we were best friends--if we were, you wouldn’t have let other demons eat you before your supposed best friend!”

Using my thumb and index finger, I massaged at the bridge of my nose. This conversation was quickly causing a stress headache to develop in between my eyebrows. It was ridiculous. Letting myself be eaten shouldn’t be treated like something I owed people. Why did demons have to be so weird about it?

“Levi,” I started, trying to keep my composure. “I only let Mammon swallow me because I was doing him a favor, and what happened with Beel was an unplanned accident,” I explained. “Besides that, you are in no way, shape, or form, entitled to--eating me.” I hesitated on the final words. Saying them out loud felt so bizarre. It certainly wasn’t something I ever would have said while living in the human realm.

It was then that I finally noticed the dark energy pulsating around me. It was something I had encountered several times during my stay in the Devildom, and it almost always preceded a near death experience with a demon.

Pushing aside my own emotions for a moment, I stopped to take in the appearance of the demon standing in front of me. Leviathan stood with fists clenched at his sides. His jaw was tight, teeth grinding against one another. And then there were his eyes, those vibrant eyes of his were clouded with unbridled jealousy.

That was all it took for me to realize the gravity of the situation I had stumbled into. Levi, on a daily basis, was harmless. Okay, perhaps harmless wasn’t accurate, he was still an incredibly powerful demon lord who could snap me in two with ease if he so chose. But the point was, Levi wasn’t really the violent or aggressive type. Most of the time, the guy was just a big dork. However, like all the demon brothers, he was weak to his own sin.

I had seen it firsthand during the TSL trivia quiz. Leviathan’s jealousy at losing had transformed into deadly rage. Had Lucifer not stepped in when he had, chances were I would’ve been obliterated then and there. Thankfully, I made it out of that encounter with no more than a scratch. But this time Lucifer wasn’t here, and I was once again faced with Levi’s uncontrollable envy.

“No, it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair!” the Avatar of Envy roared, and in the blink of an eye he transformed. Jagged horns now stuck out from the demon’s purple hair. From behind him, a long scaled tail snaked out, swishing angrily.

I took an instinctual step back. “I need to command him to stop,” I thought to myself. So long as Levi didn’t try to pull the same trick as Beel had, I could end it all right now. So then why was I hesitating?

Yes, I always felt kind of bad ordering any of the brothers around, but it was more than that. Honestly, I did feel bad for Levi. Just as had happened with Beelzebub, Levi was being overwhelmed by his sin. The easiest thing to do would be to use the power of our pact and save myself any further trouble. Of course doing so would force Levi to live with his festering jealousy.

I blew out a long sigh. I couldn’t believe I was even considering this. “I must be insane--how can I even think about letting another demon eat me?!” But if I was honest with myself, my past two experiences in demons’ stomachs hadn’t been...altogether horrible. Really, once you got past the weirdness of it all, it wasn’t all that bad. It was a warm comfortable place that was totally cut off from all of my responsibilities and troubles. Plus, if letting Leviathan eat me helped him feel better, then it was hard to say no.

“Okay, you can eat me.” I had a feeling I was going to regret saying so, but it was too late now.

Levi’s eyes went wide, and suddenly all the dark energy that had been radiating off of him suddenly faded away to nearly nothing. “Y-you’re serious?” he asked incredulously.

I gave a nod. “If eating me makes you chill out, then fine, let’s do it,” I replied. “Of course, there’s gonna be ground rules.” At least if I did it willingly, I wouldn’t have to worry about nearly getting digested as had happened with Beel.

Nodding vigorously, Levi took a step closer. “Yeah, yeah, okay,” he said quickly.

“God, they’re always so excited about eating me.”

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(2 more panels in reblogs)

It’s just too much fun to scare them a little bit hehe

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Therapy prey? Indigestible tinies for a pred with cravings.

(I had a whole one-shot already made for this, decided I didn't like it, scrapped the whole thing, and stayed up late to make this. So, here you go, I'm going the fuck to bed haha)

I could hear their breathing speed up from my place in their shirt pocket, their heart racing. They were relapsing as predatory instincts crept up on them. I heard them dismiss themselves from their friend group, grabbing the fabric wall next to me as I felt them move.

It wasn't too long before their fingers reached into the pocket, gently grabbing me and pulling me out to be face to face with them. I blinked at the light from the room as my eyes adjusted, able to see their lips slightly parted as they visibly struggled to hold themself together, breathing progressively becoming more ragged and labored.

"I-I'm sorry," they whispered, like they did everytime, ashamed of their instincts. But, that's what I was here for.

"It's okay," I reassured them, more used to this than anyone else would consider healthy. "You did your best, and you've gone longer than either of us thought."

I gave them a few more reassurances, and they reassured me in turn, even though we both knew it was perfectly safe. Even though they were always careful, despite being on the verge of ravenous. Soon, it was obvious they couldn't hold themselves back anymore, briefly covering their mouth with the back of their hand to keep from drooling as their eyes stared at me hungrily. A small and brief jolt ran down my spine, something primal reacting worriedly to the sight but it was easily quelled.

I gave them a little nod and that was all they needed to finally let themself indulge.

I let out a small noise as I was lifted closer to their mouth, able to feel their breath as they exhaled. Their hand stilled at the involuntary sound, though I could feel them straining to not just pop me in their mouth in favor of making sure I was alright. A bit sheepish that I had accidentally worried them, I gave a small thumbs up and said, "I'm fine."

They gave a small nod before opening their mouth, slowly lifting me even closer to not jostle another yelp out of me. I could see strands of saliva break as I was held a little above their mouth, given only a moment to take in the sight before I was lowered and dropped onto their tongue. I was quickly engulfed in darkness as they closed their jaws, cutting off my view of the outside.

It wasn't too long before the tongue beneath me twitched and I found myself pressed to the roof of their mouth. They hummed in delight, and I was able to feel the vibrations. Coupled with the drool that absolutely drenched me, it was obvious that they were pleased. I knew they'd feel guilty afterwards though, once the instincts subsided and they released me, but for now they reveled in the experience.

I was toyed with for a few minutes, whisked about their mouth and tasted like a candy. Occasionally I'd be pressed against the roof of their mouth or held in their cheek briefly for them to swallow excess saliva before they resumed tasting me. Eventually, they decided that they were done with tasting and I was given a reprieve, panting a little from the treatment and trying to catch my breath. After a few seconds of stillness, the tongue beneath me twitched again, prodding me lightly in an unasked question.

"I'm okay," I called out, knowing they were wondering if I was alright with continuing forward.

Given the go ahead, I slid to the back of their mouth as they tilted their head back. My feet brushed the back of their throat for a second and a loud gulp echoed in my eats as I was quickly swallowed down. In the several seconds that it took to reach their stomach, their heartbeat and breathing became louder. They were both calmer, their heart no longer racing and their breathing more steady now that they were satiated.

Slipping into their stomach, I shifted and settled against the stomach wall. I felt them press their hand against their stomach, felt the reverberations as they asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. How are you feeling," I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"Better... but guilty."

"I know. But, that's why I'm here, and this stuff takes time. We'll keep working on it."

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(5) Two Tsun-deres and a Yan-

This is the final installment in my AU character study. As I do consider it a ‘character study’, any and all comments regarding my portrayal of the bois is welcomed. Thank you to everyone who’s stuck with me thus far, and especially to the lovely people who’ve left feedback, you’re all amazing.

No vore in this one, but it is heavily referenced - both in recap of previous events and speculation of the future. It skims the Luke/Grimoire arc, the Castle Retreat arc, and the bodyswap arc. Just under 6.8k words - the secret of ‘Emma is willing prey’ couldn’t be kept under wraps forever.

Branches from the main plot of Ob//ey M//e! during Lesson 4-6 as Levi canonically states he’d been intending to eat MC up until a minute ago. Written from the viewpoint of my MC as a character study of sorts for the bois.

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Hi! Small question, like the soft vore scenarios you did for Mammon and Beel will you be doing the other brothers?

I'm not sure. I think it would interesting to try, but if I did, I think I'd have to set the scenarios in universes separate from the one in Going for Goldie and The Very Hungry Beelzebub. Just because MC reluctantly getting eaten by all seven brothers seems a liiittle far fetched lol

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The Very Hungry Beelzebub (5)

Previous Part

As Mammon carried me to the bathroom attached to my room with Beel following closely behind, I became distinctly aware of the fact that I had not yet been returned to my normal size. Typically, I would have been pitching a fit and insisting the demons grow me back immediately. But strangely, for the moment, I found myself not really minding.

Despite the fact that I had just been shrunken and eaten by a demon against my will, I actually felt weirdly safe in the hands of Mammon and Beelzebub. I didn’t know how to describe it, because usually when I was so small, I felt completely vulnerable and defenseless. However, for whatever reason, those feelings weren’t currently prominent. Of course, the instinctual fear was still there, but it was more like background noise than anything.

And so I would allow Mammon and Beel to keep me miniature sized for a little while longer. Having them tote me around and take care of me didn’t sound all that bad. After all, I hadn’t been properly fussed over since shortly after the brothers all found out I was a descendant of Lilith.

Unlike Asmodeus’s personal bathroom, mine was much smaller and a fair bit less opulent. There was a porcelain clawfoot tub against the back wall, a long counter which contained the sink was situated against the wall to the left of the entrance door, and sectioned off out of sight of the door was the toilet. The countertop was dotted with a few of my personal care items such as face wash, lotion, and a hair brush, but otherwise the room was well ordered thanks to the cleaning demons that occasionally popped in.

“First things first, we gotta get the smell of Beel off of ya,” Mammon stated once the three of us had entered the bathroom. “The only demon you should smell like is the Great Mammon.”

I wasn’t sure whether to scoff or to laugh. Mammon really was intent on the whole “me being his” thing. Admittedly, I found it a little bit charming in a weird way. However, the idea that I should smell like him was taking it in a weird direction. “I’d prefer to smell like myself, thank you,” I replied simply.

“You’re pretty bad at hiding your crush on Y/N,” Beel observed casually, instantly earning him a scowl from his older brother. I smacked a hand over my mouth to prevent myself from audibly chuckling.

“Oi, I do not have a crush on a crummy human!” Mammon insisted, all while clutching me close to his chest. “Y-you’re just makin’ stuff up, Beel.”

I slapped the back of my hand against Mammon’s torso. “Enough bickering,” I ordered, craning my neck to look up at his face.

Aside from a little bit of under the breath grumbling, Mammon did as I asked and he and Beel went about figuring out how to get me cleaned up. The next thing I knew, I was laying on my back on Mammon’s palm, my head hanging over the edge. I was positioned a few inches from the warm stream of water that was spilling from the golden sink faucet. Beel’s hands hovered nearby. One glance at the redhead’s face revealed how concentrated he was on being ready to spring to my aid should I need it.

“Just sit back and relax, we’ll get the spit outta your hair in no time,” Mammon declared cheerfully.

I gave a shrug and let my eyes slide shut. This whole situation was strange and unnecessary, considering Beel and Mammon could just grow me back and I could very easily take a shower, but I was willing to roll with it anyways. If I imagined it as a giant spa experience, it was actually pretty appealing.

A moment later, Mammon had inched his hand forward until my hair was caught in the gentle cascade of water. I immediately let out a relaxed sigh once the warmth made contact with the skin of my scalp. I stayed just like that for a couple minutes, until I felt two giant fingers touch my head. Initially, I tensed up. But when I peeked a look and saw Beel carefully rubbing shampoo into my hair, I returned to my former state of calm.

“Y’know, I could get used to this,” I remarked as Beel continued to gently massage my scalp.

Mammon’s hand jolted slightly under me. “Hey, don’t think this is a normal thing. The only reason a demon as noble and important as me is botherin’ to help clean a human up, is ‘cause my dumb brother went and ate ya,” He stated firmly.

“Don’t you think that’s the pot calling the kettle black?” Beel questioned in his usual calm tone.

I opened up one eye just in time to see Mammon shoot a sour look at his younger brother. Beel didn’t even seem to notice, his focus was entirely on the task of washing out my hair.

After about ten minutes, Mammon and Beel were apparently satisfied that my hair had been cleared of demon slobber. I had been set down on the counter and stood a few inches from the sink, rubbing a cloth the size of a comforter over my damp locks.

Mammon was sitting on his knees, his arms folded over the edge of the counter with his head resting on top of them. “I wish we could keep ya like this,” he said, a dreamy look in his eyes as he watched me.

Glowering up at the giant demon’s face, I shook my head in disapproval. “You just want to eat me again,” I accused.

Unphased by my accusation, Mammon gave a small shrug. He reached out with one of his ringed fingers and ran it along the length of my arm. “Well yeah, that’s a given. But like this, you’re also so cu--” the Avatar of Greed cut himself off, hastily retracting his finger as if I’d burned him.

“You were going to say Y/N is cute,” Beel helpfully supplied, earning him a mortified look from Mammon. “I’d have to agree,” he continued. A rush of heat instantly attacked my cheeks. I looked down at my feet in an attempt to prevent either brother from seeing my involuntary blush. “Although, they are at least a little bit safer at their normal size,” Beel reminded Mammon.

I definitely felt safer at my natural height, but then again, if every demon could just effortlessly shrink me, then I was realistically always potentially a small step away from danger... “Let’s not dwell on that little technicality right now,” I told myself. After the rollercoaster of emotions I’d gone through in just a couple hours, I felt I deserved a break from fretting.

“Speaking of which,” I started, dropping the washcloth. “As much as I enjoyed you two waiting on me, I think it’s about time you grow me back.” While my head felt nice and clean now, the rest of my body was still caked in dried saliva. I was in need of a proper shower; and of course my pajamas would need a thorough washing, that is, if I didn’t end up just throwing them out altogether.

Mammon turned his attention back to me, now sporting a pouty face. “Can’t I eat ya? You’re already small and all.”

I narrowed my eyes at the white-haired demon. “Do you really want to eat me when I’ve got Beel’s spit all over my body?” I questioned, arms folded over my chest.

A look of disgust immediately formed on Mammon’s face, eliciting a chuckle from Beel. “Uck, no. I’ll wait for another time,” he grumbled as he pulled away from the counter and got to his feet.

“No one is supposed to be eating Y/N,” Beelzebub scolded. “Lucifer would kill both of us if he found out we’d done it, even if they did make it out okay.”

While the Avatar of Pride had gotten a lot less...aggressive towards me over time, it was still impossible not to be intimidated by him. I knew my status as an exchange student protected me from Lucifer’s wrath for the most part, but I still worried about how he punished his brothers. Yes, they were powerful demons capable of withstanding much more than any human could, but that didn’t mean I liked seeing them get hurt.

Rather than dismissing Beel’s words as I had expected, Mammon gave his brother a hard look. “Ya better not breathe a word of this to him, I don’t care how guilty your conscience is,” he warned.

My eyebrows shot up. It was so strange seeing him act so stern. At first, I felt the urge to scold him for being so harsh with Beel, but then I realized the reason for the warning. If Beel let it slip to Lucifer what he’d done, his punishment would no doubt be severe. Mammon was actually looking out for his little brother, and that was something I found endlessly endearing.

Beel frowned but nodded in understanding nonetheless. When he glanced in my direction, I shot him a reassuring smile, which he was quick to reciprocate. I felt the sudden urge to hug both him and Mammon, but that was something I wouldn’t be able to do properly until I was back to my usual size.

“Okay, enough stalling. One of you two needs to grow me back now,” I proclaimed.

“Only the demon who shrinks ya can grow ya back, so it’s gotta be Beel,” Mammon said, sounding none too happy about that fact. I had no doubt he wanted to be the one to come to my rescue once again.

Beel’s hands began to move slowly towards me. “Do you mind if I pick you up so I can put you on the floor?” he asked kindly, his vibrant eyes watching me as he awaited my response.

Oh yeah. It probably wouldn’t be good if I was returned to my normal size while still on the bathroom counter, my head would probably end up colliding with the ceiling. I gave Beel my nod of approval and braced myself as his massive hands gently scooped me up and transferred me to the floor.

Once I was back on solid ground, I took a moment to look up and take in the view of two mind bogglingly huge demons towering on either side of me. Talk about intimidating. That was certainly a sight to make me all the more eager to get big again.

“Okay, ready and…” Beel’s words preceded the intense tingling sensation that signalled to me the resizing process had begun. In a matter of moments I was myself again. Of course both Beel and Mammon were still taller than me, but at least I could look them in the eyes without getting a crick in my neck.

I didn’t hesitate long before tugging both brothers into an awkward three person hug. Mammon gave an indignant yelp, and a glance upwards revealed that Beel’s face was tinged red. That only made my grin widen and my grip on the two demons tighten.

It was hard to believe I was embracing two people who had both eaten me.

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The Very Hungry Beelzebub (4)

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“What took you so long?” Beelzebub asked Mammon the moment the bedroom door had been shut.

At the time, I had been distracted by talking to Beel, but now that I thought about it, I realized Mammon had been gone for a while considering he was just supposed to be finding a string.

“Well I didn’t really have anythin’ in my room that woulda worked for pullin’ Y/N out, so I went to look in the library and ran into Satan,” Mammon explained quickly. That information was immediately alarming to me. If Mammon had run into Satan, that meant he would’ve been required to lie to explain what he was doing in the library. And Mammon wasn’t often a very talented liar.

Beel seemed to have been thinking along the same lines as me considering his next question was, “And what did you say to him?”

“I told him I was lookin’ for a long, sturdy string to use for an art project that I hoped to enter in a competition that awarded cash prizes,” Mammon announced proudly.

“Hmm, that’s almost a believable lie,” I thought. His brothers were typically of the opinion that Mammon didn’t do anything unless he saw some kind of monetary gain in it. Satan wouldn’t have believed he was making an art project unless there was some money to be gained from doing so. The lie was solid, but the question was, how well did Mammon sell it?

“Did he believe you?” Beel inquired, a nervous note in his voice. He seemed as eager as I was to keep our situation as secret as possible.

“Ugh, yes,” Mammon replied dismissively. “He even helped me find this,” Of course I couldn’t see what he was referring to from inside Beel’s stomach, but I imagined it was some kind of string that could be used to pull me out.

In what seemed almost like an unconscious movement, Beel placed a hand on his middle. “So you want me to swallow the end of that?”

“Yup! Then Y/N’ll tie it ‘round themself and I can pull ‘em up and out!” Mammon declared, his voice getting nearer as he spoke.

I doubted having something forcibly removed from his stomach was going to be particularly pleasant for Beel--I was sure it would be far from pleasant for me as well. However, the only other alternative I could imagine was cutting open the demon’s stomach and pulling me out, which would surely be infinitely worse.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” I had a feeling Beel meant safe for me. Knowing him, the last thing he was concerned about was himself.

“Quit your worryin’, as long as you’ve got the Great Mammon on your side, everythin’ will go perfectly,” Mammon proclaimed. I couldn’t help letting out a quiet chuckle. The guy was such a dork, and his blind confidence was making it hard to stress myself out too much.

Before standing up, Beel muttered a quiet warning to me, allowing me ample time to prepare myself. In a few moments, Beel was back on his feet and I had positioned myself in the center of his stomach. We were both as ready for the upcoming procedure as we were going to get.

“Alright, Beel. All you gotta do is swallow this and Y/N and I’ll do the rest,” Mammon announced.

There was a pause, and then I heard a distinct gulping sound from above that signalled Beel had swallowed the string. I waited as the esophagus did its work. I could faintly feel a finger on the outside tracing the string’s progress as it descended. Whether the finger belonged to Beel or Mammon, I didn’t know.

Several moments passed, and just when I began to wonder if something had gone wrong, I felt something touch my head. I reached up and grabbed a hold of what felt to me like a thick rope. Slowly, more and more of the thing entered the stomach, finally stopping once I had a small coil wrapped around one arm. The rest of the string trailed upwards, no doubt all the way up and out of Beel’s mouth.

“I got it!” I called as I already began to wrap the string around my middle.

“Good, now make sure ya tie it tight,” Mammon advised. “Lemme know when you’re ready for me to pull ya out.” It was unusual how calm and in control of the situation he seemed to be. I could almost mistake him for someone mature.

“Don’ tie i’ too tigh’ doh,” Beel’s words were barely understandable, probably due to the fact that he currently had a string coming out of his throat.

“Oi, don’t talk!” Mammon ordered. “Ya might move the string ‘round while Y/N’s tryna tie it.” He wasn’t wrong, the string had vibrated along with Beel’s voice. It hadn’t been enough to mess me up or anything, but it was probably for the best that the Avatar of Gluttony keep quiet for the time being.

After wrapping the rope around myself as many times as I could while still being able to tie it off at the end, I gave it a test tug to see how well it would hold. It seemed sturdy enough, but of course it would need to withstand the force of a giant hand pulling it as well as a battering from Beel’s esophageal muscles.

“Worst case scenario, I fall back down and just have to try again,” I muttered to myself, too quiet for the two demons to hear.

Once I had double and triple checked the tightness of the knot, I decided there was no more time to waste. “Okay, I-I’m ready!” I shouted, unable to keep all traces of nervousness out of my voice.

“Y/N, you hold on tight and try not to move ‘round too much. Beel, whatever ya do, don’t swallow,” Mammon commanded in an authoritative tone I’d never heard him take before; he actually sounded like an older brother.

In the next instant, I felt a tug on the string before suddenly I was being lifted up off the floor of the stomach. My hands itched to grab a hold of the rope, but I knew keeping my arms at my sides would make the trip through Beel’s throat much easier. And so I forced myself to stay stock still as I slowly ascended upwards.

As soon as the top of my head reached the opening to the esophagus, Mammon’s pulling became stronger and more persistent. The next thing I knew, I was back inside the cramped, pipe-shaped organ.

“Just hang in there,” I heard Mammon murmur softly.

Being forcibly dragged up someone’s esophagus was definitely not a pleasant experience. The muscles surrounding me seemed to protest the action; after all, their job was to carry food into the stomach, not out of it. Thankfully, I wasn’t in any serious pain, though I suspected I might be sporting some small bruises on my shoulders come morning.

After what felt like a half hour, but was probably no more than a few minutes, I popped out into a space that actually had light. I had to blink away spots as the back of my head brushed past Beel’s uvula. An involuntary gagging motion on Beel’s part juddered me slightly, but it wasn’t disruptive.

When my vision had cleared up, the first thing I saw was the bumpy, pink surface of a tongue coming right towards my face. I slammed my eyes shut to avoid getting saliva in them. All I could do was wince as I was dragged along Beel’s tongue on my journey to the outside world.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I was pulled free from the confines of the giant, wet cavern that was Beel’s mouth. On my hands and knees, I landed on a soft, fleshy (and thankfully dry) surface. With my eyes still shut, I had no way of knowing for sure, but I had to assume I was currently on Mammon’s palm. I must have looked totally pathetic to the two demons, but I was too drained to care.

Only once I had wiped away any remaining saliva did I open my eyes. I rolled over into a seated position and looked up to see two giant faces staring at me in concern. I was indeed in Mammon’s hand, who held me a little below face level. Beel was standing right beside his brother, his face hanging high above due to his great height.

“Are you okay?” the redhead asked tentatively.

I didn’t meet his gaze due to the fact that I was working on untying the string from around my middle, though I could still feel his and Mammon’s eyes watching me closely. “I’m about as good as can be expected,” I replied with a slight grunt of effort as I successfully pulled apart a stubborn knot.

As soon as I’d unraveled the string from around me, Mammon used his free hand to toss the thing aside. “I can’t let ya outta my sight for five minutes without ya gettin’ into some kinda trouble,” he muttered. I stiffened when I suddenly felt something large touch me from behind. A moment later I realized it was Mammon’s thumb, which was absentmindedly moving up and down my back. I immediately relaxed against the admittedly calming motion.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I can ever make it up to you” Beel breathed. His eyes wouldn’t meet mine and he was practically radiating guilt.

I let a soft smile form on my lips. “How about you take me out to dinner and we’ll be square?”

Mammon instantly let out a gasp of outrage. “Hey, no way! I’m still ‘spose to take ya out to dinner, remember?”

“Well great, I have two free dinners to look forward to.”

“No, no, no--” Mammon’s complaining was interrupted when Beel let out a low chuckle. Both Mammon’s and my eyes snapped to the Avatar of Gluttony, who was now wearing a small smile on his face. It seemed we’d somehow managed to snap him out of his remorse-fueled funk. I was sure he was still carrying that guilt, and probably would still no matter how many times I insisted I forgave him. However, at the very least, he was no longer allowing himself to be taken over by brooding.

Mammon shook his head. “Alright, enough of this crap. Let’s go get ya cleaned up, Y/N.”