I just… *clenches fist* love preds who, as a personal rule, don’t ever let their prey out once they’re in their stomach. like physically they COULD, but they just… won’t
and it isn’t even a malicious thing. they have plenty of prey friends that they have never and WILL NEVER touch… unless the prey gives the go-ahead. and a lot of times the prey friend doesn’t even really comprehend what they’re getting into like…
“are you even really a pred? I’ve never actually seen you eat someone one,” friend 1 asks.
“oh, I definitely am,” the pred answers without even looking up from their phone.
“yeah?” friend 2 prompts. “could you do a little demonstration to prove it?”
that gets the pred’s attention. “what? on one of you?”
friend 1 shrugs. “yeah sure. if you can even do it.”
the pred is already sliding their phone into their pocket. “and this is what you really want?”
“yes, definitely,” friend 2 confirms. “I’ve known you for years. I’d really like to see you try.”
“well,” the pred says as they reach for friend 2, “if it’s what you really want…”
and within a minute, friend 2 slides smoothly down the pred’s throat and fills out their stomach. “told ya,” is all the pred has to say.
the pred gives friend 1 a few minutes to run their hands over their belly in awe, feeling friend 2 within curiously poking about their new surroundings. eventually the interest wears off and the pred sits back down, returning to their phone.
“aren’t you going to let them out?” friend 1 asks after a moment.
the pred squeezes absentmindedly at their stomach’s new occupant and only spares a distracted glance at friend 1. “ah sorry, no. I’ve never let a prey back out before and I’m not about to start now.”
the form within them begins to shift about a little more uncomfortably.
“but… but they’re your friend?” friend 1 can only stutter.
“yeahhh, they are,” the pred agrees looking genuinely a little sympathetic. “but you guys said you were cool with it and I’m not about to change how I do things now. again, sorry.”
by now, friend 2 is in a panic trying to escape, but the pred seems unbothered. they merely knead their prey back into submission with one hand and continue typing on their phone with the other.
at a loss, friend 1 can only stand there and gape. the rest of the day they’re forced to watch the pred’s belly get smaller and softer, knowing friend 2’s fate is partly their fault and they themself were only spared by pure chance. they try not to flinch every time friend 2 gathers what strength they have left to fight back, but their struggles grow weaker with each passing hour. friend 1 never challenges the pred’s abilities again.
or… OR the prey knows EXACTLY what they’re getting into, or so they think. they’ve been dating the pred for a long while now and have been considering offering themself as a meal lately. the idea of being made one with their lover is very appealing to them. but they also know it’s very permanent so it’s taken months to build up the nerve to take that one last leap of faith. finally they find the courage to ask.
the pred raises a surprised eyebrow. “really?” they question in disbelief. they aren’t opposed to the idea, they just never would have expected it from their lover.
the prey nods sheepishly, cheeks growing bright red.
the pred immediately drops everything and gives their partner their undivided attention, expression deadly serious. “you know it’s a one way trip, right? this decision is final.”
“I know,” is all the prey answers. “I’ve always known.”
the pred nods, satisfied. without further ado, the take their partner into their mouth. they ever so slowly swallow them down, giving them plenty of opportunity to change their mind. but they don’t. a few minutes later, the prey is sealed within their final resting place.
to keep things romantic, the pred puts on their partner-turned-meal’s favorite movie while they digest. at first, it’s just a tingling sensation for the prey. but then it’s an all encompassing burning. suddenly, this is far less romantic than they’d expected. their pred partner had always been so sweet and gentle, but then inside of their stomach is absolutely brutal and unrelenting.
“I’ve changed my mind,” the prey suddenly gasps, fighting against the crushing walls. “I don’t want this anymore. please. let me out.”
the pred just gives their belly a few comforting rubs. “sorry, love. but you already know that what goes into my stomach doesn’t ever come back out. you’re just going to have to stay right where you are.”
this isn’t what the prey wants to hear. they quickly turn to begging, then bargaining. finally they’re reduced to sobbing. it all falls on deaf ears as the prey massages their lover throughout the whole process and continues watching the movie. by the time the film is over, the prey has given up on escape. the only signs of life the pred can feel as they get ready for bed is the occasional twitch or shiver from within. when they crawl into bed and curl around their belly, they make sure to wish their partner one last goodnight. the only response they get is a weakened kick. the pred smiles as they drift to sleep.
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A prey that wants nothing more than to be a satisfying and relaxing meal to their pred, someone who they’ve wanted to be eaten by for so long, and who just so desperately wants to be a good meal for.
But they end up giving the pred a terrible stomach ache that lasts all through the night. Their belly churns and struggles with the prey for no reason except chance really. It just happened that the pred had some kind of allergy or intolerance, or some other issue.
Alternatively, a prey who doesn’t want to be eaten by the pred, because they find the pred annoying and they hate them. When they are eaten they are determined to give their pred indigestion, and make the experience as awful as possible. However, of course the opposite happens. Despite their struggles, this prey is the most enjoyable and wholesome meal that the pred has ever eaten and will ever eat.
Despite the intentions of the prey, they are digested easily and contentedly.
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