#protective vore

[novanoms]

Grumpy, stoic giant that has to deal with a mischievous tiny. The giant swears up and down that they hate the little bastard, constantly avoiding the little creature. It doesn't work, since the tiny is always trailing after them. One day, grumpy giant noms the tiny to protect them, but is adamant that they wouldn't have done this in any other circumstance. Like, "I'm only doing this because if I didn't, you'd get hurt. And if you got hurt on MY watch, then the others would have my head." Meanwhile, the tiny has such a smug look as the giant's stomach 100% betrays them, the organ smothering the tiny in affection. The giant has no idea that's happening, just continues ranting with the tiny only adding sarcastic, "Mmhmm. Yea, totally." Every now and again.

[ruby-the-kaiju]

I LOVE MAWS

[sillyromance]

A prey who lost their senses after a serious injury, then woke up in a tight, warm, wet pouch they soon recognized as a stomach.

At first, this idea shakes them to the very core; the prey begins to panic, frantically pawing slippery walls pulsing around them. Dread overcomes the poor being. What if someone of their enemies took advantage of their state and decided to kill them in such a twisted way? What if it is some kind of a huge carnivorous animal?.. The worst thing is the darkness; tactile sensations don't help much, ears don't hear anything but gurgles and groans, there are no particular smells. And the itching of the prey's wound paired with constantly moving environment of their cramped prison doesn't help at all.

It's overwhelming, disorientating.

"How will I get out of this!?"

But, fortunately, the prey suddenly remembers about a flashlight on their belt. Frantically, they switch it on...

And the very moment sharp electric light illuminates the chamber, a sigh of relief escapes their pale lips.

Perhaps, it's the color. Or some particular details like scars or the wrinkly pattern. But the prey instantly recognized their friend's stomach inside of which they have already spent so many days and nights. Maybe, they hear their friend's voice, too - it tries to resassure the prey, convince them that it's safe here and everything is under control. Soft muscles contract affectionately around the person as the pred attempts to give their little friend a hug. In return, the latter rubs and fondles the walls they were prepared to tear through just a minute ago, then sinks deeper into the pillowy mass. Adrenaline spike has left them weak and drowsy, so the prey tilts their heavy head on the side and instantly falls asleep, feeling soothing circles drown by the pred on their back...

...Outside, the pred sighed in relief, holding their prey-filled belly with both hands.

Thankfully, it went better than they feared it would.

[retrokatastrophe]

Ok but my mind is all on Dus3kk4r as a Pred. I NEED SOME CONTENT OF HIM- the prey can be whoever

🦠I totally see him being a pred! :0

[snexy-the-snail]

Within Me the Sky

HEHEH Pred percy strikes again! @notmyprey

Percy grits his teeth, curling up against a tree. The evidence of him stumbling through shows various footprint sizes, and some accidentally snapped trees. The bitter feeling had come back, tearing through his chest like the deepest pain he had ever felt. He always tried ignoring it. No matter what. Poseidon told him not to harm himself, Mr.D called him dramatic, Apollo learned not to say anything, and Hermes would just sit with him.

"Percy?"

Jason.

Percy hated how his mouth started watering, just like it had been doing when the younger campers were practicing their stances, how he felt the urge to surge forward and swallow any of them whole. He shudders, digging his hand into the dirt, seeking out some sort of grounding.

"Not right now. No- you don't- not right now I'm going.." He trips over his own words, disgusted to see glowing saliva dripping onto the ground.

"You think walking away will change anything?" Jason asked quietly. The words made everything surge in Percy, the new godling standing suddenly. His fists clenched, eyes flashing with the blue-green glow.

"I'm not the kid you used to know, Jason. I'm not the guy who can just dive into a fight and come out clean. I'm a god now. I'm supposed to be immortal, but this- this feels like a curse."

The wind picked up as Percy raised his hand, and suddenly, the ground beneath them cracked with a deafening sound. A jagged fissure split the earth, glowing faintly with divine energy, just inches from Jason's feet.

"Get away," Percy hissed, the power surging dangerously close to spilling out. He hopes the display would make Jason leave. He couldn't stand the idea of swallowing his friend, making him even more afraid.

Jason stared into his glowing eyes, unafraid. Not moving a muscle, even stepping forward around the crack.

"No," Jason said firmly. "I'm not leaving you. You're not alone in this, Percy."

Percy's breath hitched, a mix of anger and desperation swirling in his chest. "I told you. Go back to camp. Leave me be."

Jason took another step forward, calm and steady. "You don't get to push me away. Not now. Not ever."

The crack in the earth hummed with raw energy, but Jason didn't flinch. Instead, he raised his hand, steady and sure. "You don't get to fight this alone; you can't. We both know you need it."

Percy's glowing eyes flickered, the tempest inside him raging for a moment longer, then slowly receding. The fissure was sealed shut as if it had never been there to begin with. He hated how he had destroyed and fixed it like he hadn't been some sort of cosmic horror.

Jason's smile didn't make the bitter feeling in his chest any easier. In fact, it only made his mouth water more. "You're still you, Percy; this isn't changing much. You've always been protective." His friend stepped closer, body like he wasn't in danger of being swallowed down by a god.

"Y-yeah. changes a lot when you eat your friends." He grumbles, folding his arms over his middle. The wind held so many scents around him. He lets a breath out, squeezing his eyes shut, clenching his fist until the pressure gives the feeling of blood- no anchor dripping from his fist.

"It's more of holding," Jason responds easily, his voice closer now. Percy jolts as he feels his friend's hand resting on his arm.

With speed that even scared him, he pinned Jason to a tree, his powers crackling wildly as he struggled with himself. The bitter feeling felt like a Greek fire burning throughout his chest. He cracked an eye open, Jason standing there fine, not even a wince of pain.

"You're hurting yourself, Perce." Jason was calm, perfectly calm, as if he wasn't some sort of monster. As if he wasn't going to be in a stomach. A laugh chokes from his throat, his grip still firm on Jason's shoulders, his form taller now.

"Trust me. If I could feel the pain, I'd welcome it." He whispers,

Jason stared up at him, unwavering even in the face of godly power pressing down on him. The glow from Percy's eyes painted Jason's face in a surreal, oceanic hue but still, not a flicker of fear. No resistance. Just quiet, resolute presence.

Percy hated it. Hated how seen he felt.

"You can't feel pain, sure, but you still feel other emotions." Jason said, his voice low, steady. His hand came up again not to fight, not to fend off, but to rest gently against Percy's arms.

"You want me to-" Percy's voice cracked as he tried to choke down the words, but they clawed their way out anyway. "You'd really let me eat you?"

"It's more holding." Jason's expression softened from something serious to something more- more friendly, more like a teenager.

Percy reeled, body trembling with suppressed power. "Gods, Jason, why?!"

"Because it's not death, Percy. You know that." Jason soothes himself by pushing gently against the hold Percy had on his shoulders. Not to break free but to close the distance. "This isn't the end. It's part of what you are now. What we are. You didn't ask for it, but you're not cursed. You're divine. And I'm not afraid to be part of our section of the world."

Percy's fingers tightened for a moment, power crackling at his fingertips. But Jason didn't move. Didn't flinch. Just kept speaking, calm and constant like the sky itself.

". I'm offering because I trust you. Because gods do this. And I know, I know, you'd never hurt me."

The woods were quiet. Just silence and Jason's steady breathing, a heartbeat that Percy could hear. Percy's chest rose and fell like the tide in a storm. Every word Jason spoke seemed to deepen the ache inside him, the hunger that wasn't just physical but divine aching need to consume, to take in, to hold within himself.

The kind of hunger only gods could know, that terrible intimacy of swallowing something and knowing it would live on inside you. That it had to.

Jason's hand still rested on his arms. Steady. Grounding. It was more comforting than it should've been.

"Why do you make this harder?" Percy whispered. His voice was barely audible over the breeze rustling the leaves, over the pulse of divine energy in his ears. "You were supposed to be afraid. You were supposed to run."

Jason gave a faint, wry smile. "Yeah, well, not listening started rubbing off on me."

Percy let out a low, shuddering laugh. His eyes gaze at Jason's, smiling when Jason doesn't flinch. Percy felt wrong, like he was in a tight sweater. His skin shimmered with celestial light, his hair rippling as if underwater. Still, Jason stood. Still, he stayed close. Percy hated it, but a sense of relief curled in his chest as well. He was larger than anything he had felt his body shift into yet. Percy had no desire to figure out how big he really got.

"I'm scared of losing myself," Percy admitted, squeezing his eyes shut, hating how he felt that bitter feeling twisting violently in his chest, demanding he ease it.

"I'm not," Jason whispered.

That's all it took. Percy opened his mouth and leaned forward until he felt the warmth of a body on his tongue. The crackling power was different from what he was expecting, like licking a battery. Jason didn't fight, didn't scream. His eyes fluttered shut, his body loose, accepting, as Percy's mouth closed around his shoulders, then his chest. Every inch was a battle between revulsion and need, desperation, and trust, but Jason's calm presence made it bearable.

Percy didn't need to breathe, but the thoughts came like breaths as he swallowed.

He wasn't violent.

He wasn't monstrous.

Jason was safe.

The final swallow startled him; how easily Jason slipped down his throat. Feeling a crackling warmth slipping deep inside his core and settling under his ribs. He lets a shaky laugh out, a hang brushing over his chest.

A gentle pressure rested against the inside of his ribs, like a heartbeat that he forgot to have at times.

And then, like a ripple across calm water, he felt it.

"Hey."

Percy blinked, eyes lifting slightly. His powers pulsed much like a heartbeat, startling his body into making the noise again, steady and warm.

"Jason?" he whispered aloud, though he already knew. Who else could it be? It was still..new getting used to holding someone inside like this.

"Yeah. I'm here." Not mocking, not teasing, steady. A confirmation that he was fine. Something Percy even now desperately wanted to hear.

Percy laughed, choking a little on it. "Gods… this is so messed up." He had eaten his friend. It hadn't been the first time, but still, it shocked him how alone, how shocked he felt that they were safe every time.

"It's not wrong. It just is. And we're okay."

Silence passed again. Not uncomfortable. Percy hated the silence. It always left him thinking, which usually resulted in the past. Things he should have done better, people he had lost. He wasn't sure how long it was, but he spoke up again, resting his head against the tree.

"Do you ever think about the battles? The old ones?"

"Which ones?" He felt Jason shifting inside, leaning more solidly against the 'front' of his stomach. He hoped it was comfortable.

"All of them. Kronos. Gaia. Tartarus." Percy swallowed hard. "That last one. With the pit. I thought I was going to die. Like, really die." The tremor started, and there was a comforting pressure from his friend. Was it rubbing? Well, that was new; it was comforting in ways Percy never expected.

"Me too." Jason's voice came quiet, honest. "More times than I can count. Even when I smiled or made jokes—I was scared out of my mind."

Percy let his eyes drift to the canopy above. The moonlight streamed through, broken into trembling patterns by the breeze whenever the branches shifted. "I used to pretend I was fearless. For everyone else. For Annabeth. For the campers. Even when my knees were shaking."

"I know." Jason's voice was warm. Familiar. "You didn't fool me. Not really." there was a teasing tone to it. They both knew it was a lie, Jason having admitted that multiple times he had mistaken Percy for some type of god.

Percy was quiet for a moment, a pressure from his eyes. It didn't sting anymore; the pain never did come, just weird bouts of pressure. They didn't say anything; they didn't need to. He wasn't really interested in continuing to talk about emotions he struggled to feel now, like he was stranded in a desert, wading through the sand. He squeezes his eyes shut, resting a hand firmly on where his sat sat.

Percy had let Jason out. Not in an awkward trying to cough him out or guide his body out his throat, more of a flash. Something he was getting a handle on, much to his annoyance. Less human. More divine.

The winds swept gently through the pines on Half-Blood Hill, rustling the grass around the two figures sitting in the woods. The evening had fallen, casting a gold-tinged twilight over Camp Half-Blood. From here, they could just barely see the glint of Long Island Sound, the water calm for once. Jason's skin was tinted with a soft blue glow.

Percy sat hunched forward, elbows on his knees, a faraway look in his sea-green eyes. Beside him, Jaso leaned back, hands clasped behind his head, the breeze teasing the hair that wasn't plastered to his face. His glasses glinted softly in the light. They'd been silent for a while.

Percy didn't answer right away. When he did, his voice was flat, bitter. "And now I'm a god. I can do so much more and nothing at all." Jason looked at him. Percy's jaw was tight, eyes cold.

"I didn't ask for this," Percy continued, voice sharp as a blade. "I didn't want to be a god, and the worst part is it wasn't even any of the gods that did it. It was me."

Jason didn't flinch at the venom in his tone. A soft look of understanding on his face.

"I'm going to be a different kind of god," Percy said. "I'll be the one that listens. That watches. That protects. Not from a marble palace on Olympus- but from the ground, where I can do something about it."

Jason was quiet for a long moment, then smiled faintly. "That's exactly why I'm glad you're a god."

Percy turned to him, surprised.

"Because even if you didn't want it, you're the only one I trust to hold that kind of power. You always hated it. You never asked for it. That's what makes you worthy." Jason continues, a look Percy couldn't fully identify in his friend's eye.

"Thanks," he muttered, his voice choked and thick with emotions.

Jason reached over and clapped him on the back. "Storm and sea, we're best friends in that department, yeah?"

Percy smiled just a little.

"Yeah," he said. "We're still here."

[acorncake]

Had this around for awhile but then I got sick. Finally finished it tho waaa

Ch4nc3 is stunned bro

[softsnugglystomach]

Protective pred whose friends all taste like different foods, and every time they get into dangerous situations and the pred can’t nom them the pred starts stress eating the food they taste like

(On the bright side, their clumsiest friend tastes like spinach, and therefore has single-handedly fixed their iron deficiency because every time that fool gets into trouble they scarf down a whole bag of the stuff)

[lesbianoms]

Vore Teasing in Public

When the prey is un-nommed:

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Is it too loud here? Do you need some tummy time?”

“How do you think all these people would react if I just ate you up right here? Do you think anyone would try to save you? Huh?”

“I can see it on your face, my love… you want to be inside this belly instead of at this event…”

“That waiter was being awfully flirtatious. Maybe I ought to swallow you whole when he brings the check around… just to show him who you belong to…”

“My sweet treat, my precious prey~ of course I want to flaunt my pretty catch to everyone… think of all the jealous looks we’ll get, with you squirming around in my belly~”

When the prey has been nommed:

“You feel so good in there, sweets… *hic* get comfy and I’ll walk us both home…”

“Mm, there goes this outfit. *grgl* What’s that? Oh, yes, people are definitely staring~”

“We’re at the grocery store now. Do you want anything? I’ll gulp it right down for you, don’t worry…”

“Shhh, shhh… it’s okay, nobody can see you now, no one can judge…”

“Would you be embarrassed if I let out a big belch right now? *ggrn…* But I love you, darling, and I want to show everyone what you do to me~”

When the surrounding people are being nosy:

“What are you looking at, huh punk? My eyes are up here.”

“You wanna feel? They’re kicking <3”

“Touch my belly again and you’ll be dinner. What, you think I’m bluffing? I can spit them out unharmed and snap you up in the same breath.”

“Yes, I’d like another order of that. I’m eating for two…”

“Oh God, another concerned citizen? Don’t worry, they’re fine. Calm down. …What? They’re making those noises because they like it in there~”

[mattsinclairvo]

Also been inspired to write some protective G/t vore lately, been seeing a lot of it on Tumblr. I am trying my hand at the concept for the first time in a while and wanted to do something romantic and with Kaijus.

“Just gotta get to the highway…” she mumbled into her steering wheel.

Though she wasn't sure how much she believed that at the moment… An ancient instinct in the back of Sasha’s mind told her she was being followed in the night. A pursuer unseen lurking somewhere close by.

Her phone was still vibrating in her pocket. She hadn't even looked at the newest alerts to see what kind of Kaiju it was.

I'm only a couple blocks away from the bar and it'll take me thirty minutes to get home. Maybe I pull over and check the news.

As much as Sasha loathed the idea of going back to her job and sheltering there for who knows how long after an exhausting day, the alternative was becoming Kaiju chow.

She began steering her car into a familiar alleyway.

While she did that, the flying beast of the night, unwilling to lose this chance, dropped from the sky. Its eyes were primed on the shiny little black car as it tried to escape into a narrow crevice. It bared its fangs and released a loud screeching in an attempt to stun its prey.

It had the opposite effect however.

Sash startled and thoroughly, released her foot off of the break. The front of her car went barreling through heaps of trash left out by the restaurants on either side. Some were launched over the roof and into the creature’s face.

The monster was unfettered by this, unable to change the course of its plunge. Before the little morsel could slip totally from its grasp, the giant monster bit into the top back half of the little hatchback’s roof.

Giant slimy fangs speared the backseat of Soph’s car. The hatchback let out a death rattle, ignition cutting as its front half was lifted in the air from the force of the puncture.

Sasha let out a howling scream of terror when the monster made impact. Then, she scrambled for her seatbelt while the car titled up.

“No no not like this!” She cried, kicking open the driver's side door.

The monster, certain it made its kill, began to flap its wings once more, prepared to lift back off into the sky with its prize.

The gale was the last bit of momentum Sasha needed to fall out of the car's cabin. Now on the cold wet concrete, surrounded by trash and muggy funk, did she get a good look at her pursuer as he made his escape.

It was a monstrous bat, with a wing span more than a couple of city blocks wide. It had a tail lined with spikes that swayed back and forth as it rose into the sky, while its horrible clawed feet dangled lower. The creature kept a tight hold on the back of her car as it ascended away, locking its lower jaw in place around the back wheels.

A nightmarish spectacle, Sasha could do nothing but watch on helplessly as the beastly bat disappeared into the dark sky.

The wind slowly died down as the creature left the immediate area. Everything grew quiet and still. The normal ambiance of the city was replaced with a tense silence, punctuated by the sound of her phone’s Kaiju alert notification.

Sasha was still on the ground long after it vanished from view.

Her legs felt too numb to stand. And even if she did, where would she go?. All the stations would no doubt be shut down till morning thanks to cause of the attack. Ride share would also be out of the question at this point.

And even if she did make it back to her apartment, that monster took off with her keys still in the ignition of her car. There would be no getting inside without a locksmith.

It was a truly hopeless state of affairs. The bartender, though well seasoned, buried her face in her hands, eyes brimming with tears. She let them fall into her palms.

Sasha’s phone vibrated again, the booming tone continued to echo against the bricks of the alleyway.

“No shit, there's a Kaiju in the area!” She said through choked sobs.

“It just took off with my car…”

A warm and wet wind bared down from behind her suddenly. Sash was knocked to the ground, ribs colliding with the pavement painfully.

“Ugh! The hell!” She strained. Sasha attempted to stand, but was knocked back to the ground by this new force.

Something cold was at her back, burrowing it's way into her clothes. Sash believed the wind itself had now taken to harassing her.

The cold thing then poked at her sides, curiously.

“C-cut that out!”

Sasha let out a gasp and shrill giggle, an involuntary reaction to this strange sensation rubbing up and down her skin. Fed up, she flipped herself on her back to get a good look at her new assailant.

She was greeted with a great big pair of yellow eyes staring down at her and a long, red, and fuzzy snout dotted with a dark shiny nose pointed at her head.

The nostrils of the titanic beast widened and took a deep inhale.

Next thing Sasha knew, she was pressed chest first against the monster’s nose, trapped there by the force of suction.

“H-Hey! Don't you bastards have anything better to do than harass me??” She yelled.

Horrified, the poor bartender did her best to pry herself free, pushing her hands against the Kaiju’s snout in an attempt to break the seal. It was too strong for her to over come on her own however, and the creature shows no sign of letting her back down.

Instead the giant monster parted its jowls. A long dark tongue slithered from the side of the creature’s scaly lips. It didn't hesitate to swipe the perimeter of its mouth, dragging poor Sasha into the monster's maw.

Sasha was being swallowed before she even had time to process what was happening, tumbling down the beastly throat of the Kaiju.

She slid down the slick and darkened tube for what felt like an eternity, before finally settling into a wider pit, the monster's stomach.

“This- This can't be happening…” Sasha stammered, “I escaped one Kaiju just to be eaten by a different one?”

She felt like she was going crazy, alone in the muggy darkness. Sasha reached for her phone in her back pocket, to make use of its flashlight.

When she brought the screen to her face, something on it caught Sash’s eye.

It was a new notification. It looked similar to the standard “Kaiju in area” message but instead of being bright red, it was green and pulsating.

“KAIJU RECOVERY AND RESCUE: SUCCESSFUL.” It read in that chunky font.

“TAP HERE FOR MORE INFO AND NEXT STEPS.”

“What? I'm far from being rescued!” Sasha hissed incredulously.

She tapped the notification. If she was lucky maybe it could provide her with a way to actually be rescued.

The notification took her to a blank screen with a green loading bar in the middle.

Black text appeared under the bar saying, “Establishing secure connection…please wait.”

There, Sasha sat. Hunched over her phone, in the dark, with soft gurgling and low pulsating all around her. The dampness of the ground was starting to soak into her jeans.

At last, the white loading page cleared. A video began playing on her phone screen with overly cheerful music and a colorful background.

A man faded into view on the screen. His dark hair pulled into a slick ponytail, though a few stubborn curly strands escaped the bondage of his hair tie and hung over his eyebrows. His eyes were a deep brown and shined with an usually high enerand eagerness. His nose was hooked and pointed through his nostrils and sat wide.

He beamed a bright smile through her phone screen.

“Hey there! Good to see you're in one piece.” The man started.

It was a face Sasha was used to seeing on Kaiju related PSAs on television and billboards. He was one of the hot models some marketing team hired to make the safety commercials more eye-catching.

“I’m Izzy Asaochi, a Kaiju ambassador. And I'll be heading up your rescue and recovery communications.” He flashed a bright smile at the camera.

Sasha could hardly believe it. Here she was in the belly of a giant monster, watching a thirty something tiktok star on her phone for help.

“It seems you've had a close call with a Kaiju currently hunting in the downtown area. Unfortunately the giant bat subtype, like the one you came in contact with, tend to be persistent hunters. Which is why for the next twelve hours, you'll be in my protective custody!”

She blinked at that.

The droning of bodily functions were interrupted by a particularly large gurgle welling up from somewhere much deeper, than Sash dared to imagine.

All of the pieces were coming together in her mind. Sasha let her phone fall from her hand, head reeling from the shock.

“No…” she hissed in disbelief, “No, no, no,no! There's no way!”

“That's right!” Izzy nodded, “That handsome beast that scooped you up just now, was your's truly.”

Sasha’s hands flew to her face, as she let out a groan of despair.

“This can't be fucking happening! Why would rescuing you from a Kaiju involve being eaten by another different Kaiju!? This has to be a scam…”

Izzy's voice over started again, “ W-We understand you may have questions and concerns! But I assure you, you are perfectly safe, with me!”

Sasha's face was settled into a deep frown. The crease of her brow aged her years and her eyeliner was dripping down her cheeks and nose in streaks of obsidian. With only the dim light of a cellphone to show her. Even the tiny thumbnail image of herself gave off an imposing aura.

Another gurgle, carrying a bubble of anxiety, rumbled its way from deep within the beast.

If Izzy wasn't certain he couldn't, he'd have thought she was being digested.

“So um, if you could look directly into your front camera and state your full name?” He was almost too afraid to ask, even if it was protocol.

Izzy watched as instead, the woman, shrouded in darkness, stood up.

She walked out of his view, though he could still feel the strange sensation of her footsteps on his stomach lining. That was followed up swiftly by a series of heavy thuds accompanying sharp cramps in his stomach.

“LET. ME. OUT. “ Sasha yelled, punctuating each kick she let off into the beast’s belly.

“YOU OVERGROWN MUTT!”

“Woah! Woah! Cut that out lady!” Izzy said. His voice was choked in his throat from the sudden intense nausea that followed those “cramps”.

More great gurgles rolled up past Sasha.

Good. She thought.

With any luck she'd hitch a ride on one up and out this nightmare. Then, a thought suddenly occurred to her. The bartender scrambled back to her phone and picked it up. Izzy was still on screen, eyes glassed over and face pale.

“This isn't a recording? This is a live feed!? How??”

Izzy tried to respond through belches,“Ugh... It's a brain link thing some people a lot smarter than me came up with.”

Sasha frowned, “Well no, duh. You're just the sexy talent they hired to make the billboards pop. Or at least I thought…”

Izzy flashed that smile again, this time featuring two golden canines.

“You think I'm sexy?” He said in a wondrous mutter.

The gurgles were now happening all the time, along with a deep groaning churning. The slippery walls and floor of the stomach interior began pulsating at a slow but continuous rate.

All at once Izzy's face on the screen fell again. His skin was coated with a thin film of sweat.

“Uuuhhg, hold on to that thought, Miss. Also your phone, things are about to get bumpy.”

[ghostdrool1]

Knights who swallow princesses to keep them safe within their bellies and their armor.

[tiny1ntheblu3]

TW: Quick, SFW vore

Basically, protective vore as a desperate attempt to keep someone safe from prying eyes.

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Panting,

The magician entered the stage. He was a bit behind schedule; he'd lost his best prop. He hurried on set just in time, watching the red curtains wave the floor goodbye. As he set foot on familiar ground, he heard a thud. In actuality, the thud heard him, didn't like him, and sent him sprawling on the floor. He got up nervously, realizing his hat had come toppling off. It was alright though; he could work with this. The man jumped up, and as if on cue, a dove emerged from the falling hat, its wings reflecting the subtle glint of the stage lights.

As the dove flew out, the audience gasped, eyes wide, as a collective shuffle of seats echoed in the theater. Entranced, they watched the dove's graceful dance as it soared. A soft murmur of awe swept through the crowd, mingled with laughter as the magician stood tall and extended his arm, providing a perch for the bird. He took a breath, spreading his arms wide in a welcoming gesture for the audience—a hug of sorts—and spoke,

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. I guess the opening act's already done, so why not move on to the main course?"

He smiled, bowing before stepping back, while the audience leaned in, anticipation hanging in the air.

Scanning the crowd, he stepped forward with a playful wink and a chuckle. His gaze landed on a volunteer.

"You there, the lady in the yellow cardigan. Step forward,"

He encouraged, his smile widening as the crowd murmured with excitement, parting to let the petite lady through.

"Fine evening, hmm?"

He asked, prompting her to nod in agreement as he made a playful tut-tut sound. The dove hopped down from his shoulders to rest on his hand.

"Say, would a lovely lady like you..."

He snapped his fingers, and the dove fluttered up, bursting into a flurry of feathers. In its place appeared a delicate white rose. The audience gasped collectively, followed by a chorus of "oohs" and "ahs." With a flourish, he offered the flower to her. She shook her head, blushing bashfully, and he shrugged, feigning disappointment before gently leading her back downstage, while the audience erupted in laughter.

--

Halfway through the show, break-time arrived sooner than expected. The magician bowed and lifted his hat, flashing a charismatic smile to the audience, who shifted eagerly in their seats. He strode backstage, feeling the weight of the performance lift, and exhaled. Removing his hat, he wiped the sweat from his brow and gestured toward the bird feeding nearby. It cooed softly, fluttering over to him as he took a moment to catch his breath and gather his thoughts for the remainder of the show. The dove chirped, calling for his attention. Turning, the man extended his hand, and the bird accepted it. It fluffed up and jumped up to the magician's shoulder, rubbing his cheek.

"Hey, Phill. How ya holdin' up?"

The animal fluffed up its feathers, shaking them, mimicking a shrug. It jumped down from the human's shoulder, fluttering onto the table. Chuckling, the man picked it up, cradling it in his hands. He held it close to his chest near his heart, stroking the animal's feather lightly; the gloves he wore tickled the dove, feathers and leather touching. Still rocking the bird gingerly, he glanced over at the clock—15 minutes left to the next part of his show.

--

As the clock ticked down the minutes of his break, the magician leaned over the table cluttered with props. He set Phill down calmly, the dove fluttering around the space, its curious eyes watching attentively. The magician grabbed a handful of colorful handkerchiefs and began practicing an intricate series of sleight-of-hand tricks to keep his skills sharp. First, he executed a sophisticated color-change manipulation, skillfully switching the colors of two handkerchiefs with a swift flick of his wrist and a subtle shift of his fingers. Phill flapped his wings, seeming to cheer him on, and the magician chuckled; he had always found the dove to be his biggest motivator.

Next, he placed a small intricately carved wooden box on the table, opening it to reveal a collection of multicolored balls. With a dramatic flourish, he made one ball disappear, only to conjure it back from thin air, the move so fluid that it felt like a dance. Each time he succeeded, the dove cooed endearingly, eager for the next act.Each trick flowed seamlessly from one to another—vanishing coins that seemed to evaporate in his hands, transforming scarves that morphed in size and color, and levitating small objects that defied gravity with an artful tilt of his wrist. The magician felt a swell of confidence with each successful performance. He noticed the crowd was beginning to fill the theater again, laughter and chatter building outside the curtain. However, he wasn't yet done; a more complex trick was on his mind, one that he desperately wanted to perfect before the show resumed. This one involved creating a stunning illusion of a disappearing act, along with some shifting, entwined with an unexpected dramatic finale.

He set the stage, positioning himself center stage with Phill perched on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he rehearsed his lines in his mind while preparing an extravagant large velvet cloth, along with other fabrics.

"Alright, my feathered friend, let's give this a try,"

He murmured, tightening his grip on the fabric as he waved his hand dramatically for effect.

With a commanding flourish, he threw the cloth into the air, catching it in a practiced fluid motion with a flick of his wrist. Phill was to flutter behind the cloth just as it drifted down, each time he would shift into another object; a rose, a bow, an apple, etc. Everything fell into place perfectly the first time; but on the next attempt, he miscalculated. Phill flapped too early, blending into the fabric and creating a distracting flutter that ruined the timing.

"Ah, come on, buddy!"

He said, a mix of frustration and laughter bubbling up as he tried again. Yet time was slipping away, and practice runs were beginning to spiral into chaos. He pushed through, determined to nail it down.

He set up another trial, counting down in the back of his mind. He threw the cloth once more, and as he turned, he felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him. The dove flew behind the fabric as planned, but right as it was supposed to vanish and shift, the magician stumbled over his words.

"And now...issss...uh...disappearing act!"

He finally blurted out, losing the captivating flow. Phill managed to dart down, but the moment wasn't as polished as he had envisioned. With only five minutes left before the second half of the show, the magician frowned, glancing at the clock. His heart pounded—he still wasn't satisfied but had no time to perfect the trick.

"Alright, Phill, let's wrap this up,"

He sighed, tenderly stroking the dove's soft feathers to calm himself down. As the call for the second half echoed faintly from the audience, he gathered his props, wrestling with the pressure of the performance and the lingering sense of incompleteness. He took a deep breath and looked at his fluffy companion.

"We'll make it work, don't worry,"

He stated, reassuring both himself and Phill before stepping back onto the stage. The lights dimmed, and the curtains parted once more, his heart beating in rhythm with the audience's eager applause.

--

When did it all go wrong?

...

The show had been flowing perfectly, one trick advancing into another; a theatrical performance bound to be remembered. Where in this intricately crafted performance did it take the wrong turn? Sure, the man hadn't perfected the trick, but it shouldn't have caused this much panic. One second, one blink. That was all it took; that's where it went wrong. The magician had just flicked his wrist, throwing the handkerchiefs into the air. Phill had gone into flight, shifting under the cover of the fabric with ease. That was, until the third one. The shifter had miscalculated, his eyesight gone. The handkerchief that kept his talent—his ability—hidden under its embrace looked at him with envy, wanting him as its own.

Phill went crashing down, and a loud thud echoed through the venue, slicing the air with a sharpness that sent a jolt through Ray. No one in the audience could quite grasp the severity of the situation unless they were in the front row—and even then, the sight was horrifying. Ray felt a knot tighten in his chest as he took a breath, the reality of the moment creeping in: his beloved Phill had fallen, his world tumbling down around him. Panicked and desperate, Ray rushed over to the scene unfolding on the floor. His hand trembled violently as he reached down to collect the disheveled mess of feathers. With shaking fingers, he lifted the handkerchief, revealing a grotesque transformation. The poor creature—a shifting amalgamation of disfigured objects—seemed trapped in a nightmarish cycle, morphing from a battered shoe to a frail, wilting rose with each heartbeat. The horror of it all took hold of Ray; in mere moments, the chaos escalated until, with a final flicker, Phill reverted to his original form—a tiny, broken man.

Phill lay there, visibly injured, scratches adorning his delicate frame, and a dark stain blooming on his shoulder from the fall. Ray, his heart pounding wildly, tried to pick up his partner with tenderness, but the gravity of the moment left his hands unsteady. Worry etched deep lines across his face as fear consumed him. Each heartbeat felt like a thunderclap as panic surged around him—unbeknownst to Ray, the audience's restlessness was escalating, mirroring his turmoil.The crowd stirred, their fidgeting morphing into a wave of agitation. Whispers turned to protests, and questions filled the air, rippling from the front row and spreading like wildfire. Ray felt the bright stage lights close in around him, too glaring, too harsh; they amplified the urgency that clawed at him from within. His hands trembled violently now, fingers slick with sweat, and his eyes widened, awash in desperation as he fought to focus. He couldn't afford to look at the audience—their growing discontent now felt like an unbearable weight pressing against his chest. Instead, he concentrated on the fragile form in his hands, cradling Phill as if he were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

"Phill, Phill...wake up dear. Darling? Please, c'mon. The show's over. We've got to go,"

Ray pleaded, his voice barely rising above a whisper. Each word trembled, the fear lacing his tone rendering it frail, almost lost in the suffocating wave of uncertainty that surrounded him. When silence followed his plea, his heart sank. The thudding became deafening, drowning out everything but his spiraling dread. Sweat dripped down his cheeks, the grip on Phill tightening as he pressed the tiny man against his chest, desperate to feel any sign of life.

With a heavy heart, Ray finally tried to rise, forcing himself to move away from the chaos of the stage, the unhappy crowd erupting into a chorus of disapproval behind him. Their shouts and jeers felt like knives in his back as he retreated, weighed down by fear for his partner and the undeniable panic of the audience echoing in the back of his mind. Everything felt like a threat, the props he'd brought suddenly too big or sharp, anything could hurt his tiny love. He needed to get out; to hide his sweetheart from prying eyes. Anywhere but here. This wasn't part of the routine, and Ray hoped it would never be again. Saying a silent prayer, he raised Phill to his lips, giving him a soft peck before opening his mouth.

The environment around the smaller life form warmed, a welcoming embrace. Ray swallowed Phill down with as much gentleness as he could muster. Feeling the light lump going down to his throat into his storage, he didn't dare move till it reached its destination. Putting a hand over his middle, Ray looked around, trying to calm down. He didn't need Phill startled by his loud heart. Catching his breath, he made his way toward the nearest exit, evading the audience's ill whispers as he moved.

The show must not always go on.

--

[novanoms]

Thinking hard on a large pred friend losing their little prey in a dangerous situation. They're separated for days. Their home has always been deadly, even to the largest of beasts. So to lose their small friend, one they were supposed to protect, it's devastating. They don't give up the search, but their heavy heart continues to weigh them down with each moment their friend isn't found. Then, after nearly a week of being apart, the little prey finds their way back to their friend. The pred instantly zeros in on them, picking them up and looking over them for only a second before scarfing them down as gently as they can while practically tossing them into their throat. They don't even stop to taste, taking them like a pill to get their tiny friend to safety as soon as possible. The prey is squeezed in the stomach, only to be squished even more by the rumbling organ that's caved in on itself. The smooth muscles feel desperate in its attempt to encompass the prey, as though their little friend would vanish the second they let go. Depending on the prey, they may put up with or even appreciate the strong muscles pressing against them like the biggest bear hug possible. Or, maybe the extremely cramped space isn't helping, and the prey needs to try and calm their large friend down. Gently petting the overactive walls, trying to comfort the pred and convince their insides to give them some space. Maybe the pred was talking to them, or maybe they've been silent this entire time, washed in relief that their friend is okay. Whatever the case, the larger is not going to let them out anytime soon, at least not without protest.

[ruby-the-kaiju]

You give me a character with sharp teeth and chances are I WILL have them as a pred crush

[eluxurex]

I don't know what to say. How to react to your kind actions. I should have dead that night, alone, with nobody to relate to. I should have died a pitiful death, being sold to a predator and ending up as nothing more than a lump of fat on their body; I should have died as nothing more than food. A freaking meal.

But then you came.

Just before I had been sold away to who would have been the highest bidder, you came along with an even higher price. I didn't see this as much, at that time it didn't seem to change the fact that I was still going to die. After the auction, I expected to be chained up once more, just before I would be completely sealed away in someone's gurgling gut.

"No need to chain him up, I'll eat him right here."

My eyes widened. I didn't expect my end to come this quickly. So this is really it then, I thought. There's was no point in running. Predators were much faster than my species. Besides that, you were much taller than any pred I had seen. I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know that I won't get very far.

You looked me up and down with curious, blue eyes that seemed to be somehow scanning the very essence of my soul. I wasn't really much to look at, just another malnourished young adult who was unlucky enough to be in this place. But apparently, you liked that, as you just kept on such a warm smile that if I were not your prey, I would have seen this as a kind look.

You put your hands under my arms and lifted me. You were surprisingly gentle doing this, but I didn't notice at that time, for I was too busy apologizing to God for all my sins and asking for for forgiveness.

Then you opened your mouth. Sharp, white fangs glimmered in your mouth, reminding me just how much painful it will be if you ever decided to just nibble on me a bit. I did not relish the thought of that.

Strangely, you looked me in the eye just before swallowing me with a pitiful look. I couldn't tell if you were indirectly mocking me or were feeling sorry for me in any way. Not like it mattered.

Then you began to swallow me head-first. I was quickly covered in saliva. Even at the point of death, I was still somewhat marvelled on how someones throat could expand to take so much.

It didn't even take long before all that was left were my legs. You easily slurped this down, completely trapping me in your gut with no chance of escape. I suppose you enjoyed me, because after you belched, which being sounded more like an avalanche from where I was.

I wasn't sure how long I had been in there, but I suspected that by then, you were already at home, ready to relax and finally start digesting me. I didn't try to struggle, no, I wouldn't give you the thrill of that.

"It's okay,[REDACTED], I'm not going to hurt you."

I suddenly felt a small pressure on my head, presumably your hand patting me.I couldn't believe my own ears. I was sure I was going to die.

"H-How do you know my name?" I asked in a small voice, hoping you heard me.

"It's me, [REDACTED]. Surely, you still remember me?"

It took a while to realize, but yes, I did remember you. An old friend. You moved away so many years ago. And I couldn't really keep in touch with you, because didn't want me talking to a predator.

"Dude, it's been so long." You said. "What happened to you?"

I tried to summarize most of the things that had happened since you had gone. I told you about how my parents had gotten divorced, leaving me and my sister with my mother with little money to spare.

Then I told you how my mother had decided to be drinking and going to parties, basically neglecting us. I told you how instead of her allowing to go to highschool, she made a plaything for neighbouring preds.

How almost every day of the week, I had to go some dangerous predator's house and be their meal and they were allowed to try and digest me a bit and hurt me with their tummy acids as long as it didn't kill me.

It didn't take long before I broke down as a weeping mess in your gut, telling everything that had happened, no details spared.

I'm sorry you had to see me end up like this, I really am. Nevertheless, I'm grateful that you were at the right place at the right time to help me.

[sillyromance]

A hero has a friend who has been helping and supporting them for their entire life. These two have good relationships, but, as time goes by, the hero gets more and more irritated with everything due to pressure they feel on themselves. Since they don't know how to get rid of negative energy, the hero is overwhelmed by it, their mind is under illusion that everyone is against them. As a result, they begin to gaslight and criticize their old friend without any visible reason. Of course, the friend doesn't understand what has got onto the hero, tries to help them somehow, but only burns out, slowly turning anxious and depressed.

One day, tension increases catastrophicaly: the hero seriously offends their friend, saying something like: "I always do the job, and you do nothing but complain and use me!" - which becomes a breaking point. The friend can't take it anymore, and they leave the hero, feeling abused and miserable...

Somehow, they end up in hands of the hero's main rival.

The villain is happy - now they can manipulate the hero and also have some fun with a new "toy". However, when they interrogate their captive and discover the truth, unexpected sympathy swells in the villian's soul. They have never thought the hero could be so cruel, especially to someone dear! The villain can't help but wants to comfort their foe's mate and asks them what they would like the villain to do. And the prisoner begs the captor for a place where the hero would never hurt them again.

The villain smiles compassionately, nodding. Then, to the victim's surprise, their jaws part.

The captive suddenly finds themselves pushed into the villian's throat and devoured whole and alive.

Despite all instincts of survival, the prey stops resisting pretty soon, curling up in soft confines of a welcoming stomach. Sensations are oddly nice: the villian's hand is stroking them from the outside; slightly teasing, but friendly voice mumbles something barely understandable, yet - definitely reassuring... Poor guy doesn't even know if it is safe, but they are glad it has turned out this way. Finally, someone is kind to them, and keeps them close, and hears them.

Meanwhile, outside, the hero breaks into the villian's office. They have been feeling quite guilty all this time, doing everything in their powers to find their friend.

However, it seems the hero's mate doesn't look forward to being rescued.

- Please, don't give me up to them... - They plead, snuggling deeper into plushie flesh. The villain grants them a soft smirk and pats their belly.

- Don't worry, sunshine... I won't.

Then named smirk transforms into a wicked grin: the hero watches in shock as their enemy's abdominal muscles tighten possesively around the prey. The effect intensifies once the villain rests a hand on their middle, showing - to get their friend, the hero has to go through the villain. Literally.

- It seems your dear comrade isn't very happy to see you, huh? There is nothing for you here, my precious loser. Go home - and think over everything you've done!

They turn on their heels, and they walk away, leaving the hero confused and horrified.

Later, the villain never shows up without their new loyal sidekick for whom they definitely have a soft spot...

[snexy-the-snail]

Well That's New

Losing Castor had left a hole in his entire being that Dionysus could not ignore. Losing children always felt like divine energy being wretched from his being, like a knife being twisted and dragged into his skin. It hadn't been Percy's fault, he knew that, but the loss still ached. It had been seconds for him, a flash in his life, and it didn't hurt any less.   He taps his fingers on the chair he had been sitting in before standing. He still had Pollux. The boy was still safe within the camp, most likely practicing his swordsmanship with the sea brat right now. The stupid, self-sacrificing boy who managed to drag himself into trouble every single summer felt like it. Younger than his own son. Whispered into his mind, causing his chest to clench.  

  With each year, he swore the boy aged his father by centuries. Then again, the boy did that to any god fond of him. He sighs heavily as he starts making his way through camp towards the training area, and just as he expected, there Percy was, clashing swords with his son. Both focus intently on the sound of metal filling the air. The bitter feeling that had been bubbling all morning twisted in his chest with each slash and falter, whether it was his son or Percy. Now, that was a new development. For the past few weeks, he focused a tad more on the little whirlpool. Maybe it was because Percy had the same carefree tendencies as Castor, the same playful attitude.    

He watches each of them carefully, wincing when Pollux lands a good hit, blood oozing from the cut. Percy throws his son back after blocking another strike, sword pointed at his throat once the boy hits the ground, a forced surrender. The tense moment didn't last long, Percy capping the bronze sword and offering a hand, hauling Pollux off the ground.    "Good hit."  "Come on, you let me have that. Don't even pretend it was good." Pollux laughs, brushing his hand back. Neither of them had noticed him, and it was strangely satisfying seeing them interact. Percy had a way of just flawlessly integrating himself into other cabins, nearly acting like another sibling. "It was pretty good. I barely had to block it."     Dionysus couldn't help but crack a smile. After the wars, seeing such a carefree attitude was a breath of fresh air. He watched as Pollux stretched, sticking the sword in the dirt to adjust his breastplate. "Mmhm sure, which is why two seconds later, I was on my ass, kid."   "Ugh, don't call me kid; I'm only like two years younger than you."  "Still younger," Pollux says with a shit-eating grin, nudging Percy. They acted so at ease with each other, so painfully similar to how the twins had been. Castor and Percy would've gotten along together even better.    Pollux seemed to have noticed him; however, his smile was brightening. That warmed his ichor when the boy grabbed his sword and made his way over, Percy following shortly after, already undoing his armor. Dionysus's fingers itched to do it himself rather than seeing the teen struggle.  

  "Have fun; I'm gonna, I don't know, offend the Hephaestus kids trying to make another metal abomination," Percy says with a smirk, giving Pollux a mock salute, the other boy groaning. "You suck," he grumbles, crossing as Dionysus ruffles his hair. The curls do not settle one bit.

  "Actually, Jackson, you'll be joining him."    The silence settles over the three before Pollux starts to cackle, a wide grin on his face nearly doubled over. Percy's face slackened as he stared at the god as if he were trying to figure out whether it was a joke. "What? You- I mean...what?" He trips over his words, taking a step back.   

Dionysus scoffs, raising a brow. The idea did seem...slightly ridiculous, though he didn't think it too odd. "Are your ears not working?" He prompts. The bitter feeling eased as Pollux stepped closer to him. As much as he tried not to get attached to any camper, he couldn't help but feel a fondness for them all, yes, even Percy.   "Nope, heard you loud and clear, I think; how about no." The boy says, clasping his hands together, turning, and going to no doubt walk back towards the cabins.  "I'm sorry. Did that sound like a choice? Pollux, did I offer it as a choice?" He asks, glancing at his son before approaching the sea child, resting a hand on his shoulder. He didn't miss how the boy flinched at his touch before relaxing. "No sir, not at all." his boy answers in a sweet tone. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing humans use.

"Yeah, well, I'm not doing that, thank you." Percy shoots back with no hesitation, though he doesn't shove his hand away. Everyone knew about the Apollo incident as well, and he had a good laugh about the sun god being bitten. Either way, if Percy was against it, he would know.  

  "Telling a god No never goes well for it, does it Jackson?" He muses, adjusting his height. The larger he grew, the lighter he made his touch on the boy's shoulder.  With practice ease, he loosens the straps of the breastplate, allowing the armor to hit the ground with a dull thud. "I've made it this far, haven't I?" Percy shoots back with a grumble, turning so his gaze settles on Dionysus. "To be fair, half the time ends up with them cursing you." Pollux points out. The idea didn't sit well with Dionysus either, a sense of bitterness settling more in his chest. Ugh, he truly had gotten attached to the little sea brat, hadn't he?  "Shut it, Pollux." However, there was no heat really behind the boy's grumble. Dionysus chuckles, wrapping his hand around Percy's waist. The boy was still skinny, no doubt from his trip..there. That protective feeling flared up again, demanding that he shield the boy from the suffering. "Be polite." He scolds, lifting the boy.

  "Or what? You're already eating me."    

"Do not call it that. I am not eating you." The idea was laughable, honestly. Yes, there was a similar process, but the thought of harming any demigod in such a manner made his stomach revolt. "It's holding."   

"Gods, you and Dad. Get off your high horse. It's totally- hey! Hey, easy!" Percy shrieks, wriggling in his grasp when he lifts the boy, slipping him in face first into his waiting jaws. Pollux cackled as he saw kicking legs. Even with all the movement, not once did he allow any of his teeth to graze the boy. He wasn't sure he could handle an accident harming a demigod when doing something meant to keep them safe. "Hey! Hey, come on- Really head first?" the boy continues to complain, Dionysus chuckling as the complaints continue. Saltwater taffy came to mind as the boy's taste seeped into his tongue. A stark contrast to the soft grape taste he was used to with his own son. "Not his fault, you're being a brat, is it!" Pollux calls out, waiting a few feet away. Dionysus hums in agreement, easing Percy in, not even giving him a chance to answer before swallowing. The feeling was familiar, comforting almost as he followed the movements, slipping the boy's shoes off as his legs were pulled into his mouth. He brings his other hand to his throat, tracing the descent as he swallows again, following the progress down until the demigod's body slips past his collarbone.   

Percy scrunches his face up as he meets open air, then unceremoniously slips face-first into the organ. "You ass!" He calls out, scowling when he just gets a chuckle in response. The warm scent of grapes curled around him. He squirms around, gritting his teeth as he tries to right himself, finding it hard against the rippling surface. "oh, come on-" He hisses out. His cheeks go red when he feels Mr.D pressing in from the outside, helping him into a more seated position. "Need some help there?" the smug voice rumbled around him.   "You suck." He mumbles, shifting a bit more. "It's funny you think I care." Percy rolls his eyes, jabbing the muscle. There was swaying, causing him to press against the front of the stomach..so was the god bending over? Why would he be doing that? "Are  you ready, Pollux?"  Oh  Oh, absolutely not! 

  "There's no way you're going to eat him too!" He says, very much not squealing. Thank you. "There's no room- come on, you can't be serious!" His pleas went unanswered. Instead, a swallow sounded from above him. It was weird hearing swallowing and feeling the stomach churn around him as Pollux obviously was making his way to him. "This is so freaky," Percy murmurs, trying to get used to the dim lighting surrounding him. He had to admit it was a tad odd seeing hands splay out from the top of the stomach, followed by Pollux's head, the elder boy grinning widely. "Hey, Perc, how's it going." The boy grins, laughing as another swallow had him intruding more on Percy's space.  "This is literally so weird." He grumbles, awkwardly reaching up to help avoid being crushed by the older boy; it worked sorta, a bunch of wriggling from both parties until Percy ended up pressed against Pollux's side."Really? I think it's weird when it's just me- like there's too much space." Sharing the space sounded atrocious, actually. There was no way to have any room to yourself, practically being tucked against the other boy's side. Pollux moved a bit before sneaking his arm across Percy's shoulder.

  "You know I'm supposed to teach the Hermes cabin after this, right?" Percy points out, jabbing a stomach wall. The scent of grapes was nearly dizzying and comforting at the same time. A scoff was his reply, accompanied by a slight jostling as the god started to move. Probably back to the big house. "There are other capable trainers, available brat." came the reply, a soft touch accompanying, letting Percy know the god was more than fine with subbing out sword training for the day. "It's nap time either way."  

"Do you seriously have mandated nap times?" He looks to Pollux, the boy shrugging. "What can I say? It's a perfect excuse to skip out on lame activities," he says before stretching out, pressing Percy more into his side, an arm still around his shoulder. "Plus, it's time with dad."  Right. It was easy to forget that Mr.D was a parent. "You're like an adult." Percy points out with a huff, closing his eyes still. It wasn't like he could see much anyway. It always weirded him out when the stomach didn't glow. He was so used to Triton and his dad's soft blueish glow, hell, even Apollo's weird golden sun-like glow. He guessed Hermes was dark, too. "Yeah? Still a demigod, so I'm basically just a toddler in Dad's eyes." Pollux answers without hesitation. Huh, he never really thought about it that way. Would they always be considered young to their godly parents?   "are you going to keep yapping, or will I get to enjoy my magazines?"   

Percy cracked his eye open just long enough to see Pollux roll his eyes, a fond smile on the boy's face. "That's code for taking a nap already." He stage whispers. A grumbling rumbling all around them. Maybe Mr. D wasn't as grumpy as he first thought. Then again, half the time he met with the gods, some crisis had been happening. The prophecy, various other incidents, and a lot, really. Granted, he did help on some quests, even if it didn't seem like it at the time.  "I can keep yapping; some people say it's my specialty." He shoots back with a light grin. A soft pressure from the outside ghosts against his back. The touches were always weird, but Percy couldn't help but find them comforting. No matter how close the gods were able to get them, there were always touches. Always. Hermes did it, and so did Apollo, his brother, and his dad. He had a feeling the others would, too, but he didn't exactly want to test that theory out. "Hush or I can make you." Mr.D grumbles though the fondness in his tone took the danger out of the threat. Percy rolls his eyes before closing them, resting a bit more against Pollux, the elder boy patting his shoulder. The organ gurgles around them, and the soft flesh presses into them rhythmically.  It wasn't much longer under Percy found himself slipping into sleep.