I do bite

Content warnings: Vore, digestion, permanent fatal vore, mild gore, guilt

Short fic below the cut

Cw gaslighting

You sit, feeling the restless squirmimg beneath your skin. A deep, watery gurgle rolls through your middle, followed by a rising pressure that forces a heavy, satisfied belch past your lips.

"I-- I think your stomach is digesting me," the prey in your gut says.

"That wasn’t digestion," you say, as if stating an obvious fact. "Just, you know….. ambient stomach stuff. Just gurgles"

the muffled voice, weakening yet urgent, pipes up again. "That is literally digestion!"

The warmth in your gut has been steadily increasing, radiating outward. You feel the hotness under your hand. Its pleasant, to you.

"I can feel it!" the voice stammers. "It’s hot—too hot! And everything’s getting tighter! And—ugh, your stomach’s squeezing me!"

You pat the rising and falling swell of your midsection, utterly nonchalant.

"You are quite large for my stomach, that's why its so snug in there for you."

The prey tries to push at their enclosure, not to much avail; your body reacts before you can even think about it—tightening, squishing them down into the thick, sludgy heat. A concerning, gloppy noise follows. You feel a flutter in your chest.

you sigh happily, stretching out, pushing out your abdomen and admiring how your prey looks inside it.

"Nothing to worry about-" You begin to mutter, until you interrupt yourself with a sudden, forceful belch. As if your stomach was sick of having so much air inside of it.

"Oh my god, its getting even tighter-"

You stifle another burp, belly sloshing as you shift, fingers idly rubbing over the firm dome of your stomach. "You're making a big deal out of nothing," you say, utterly unbothered. "You're fine."

"I am NOT fine!"

You yawn, rubbing slow circles over the warm curve of your belly.

"You’re just panicking," you say, tilting your head. "You're getting worked up over nothing."

Your prey says something in response, but you cant make it out

A thick, lazy gurgle rolls through your middle, vibrating against your palm as you absintmindedly rub your tummy.

"So—" Their breath hitches. "So when are you letting me out?"

That does give you pause.

"I dunno," you say, voice distant, thoughtful. Pondering the question. "Couple more minutes, maybe?"

The prey doesnt like the vagueness of your answer.

"You couldn't, I wouldn't fit." And other famous last words.

Good news is I don’t want to eat them anymore!!

Bad news is they are somewhere in my intestines right now

The pred is well aware of the prey’s goals, but doesn’t comment on it, since obviously they’d never eat their little buddy!

But… one day, the prey somehow forgets, or even loses, their rations. They can’t stop fretting about it, clearly anxious. The pred knows they shouldn’t, but… it’s so tempting to tease them~

Sighing, and tutting, and thoughtfully wondering aloud what they’re going to do for lunch now… but assuring the prey that they don’t have to worry too much… surely, the two of them can come up with… something~

Pred is just aiming to get a good laugh out of all this, but… something about how flustered and anxious their partner is, it’s really activating their prey drive. They’re just so cute, and flighty, and small… and the pred IS hungry. It would be so easy to just… gulp them down, real quick. No one would ever have to know. They could just tell everyone it was an adventuring accident.

They try to shake the thoughts away, but it’s too late. They’ve already crossed the line of seeing their friend as food. Even if they can stay strong and avoid eating them today, it’s only a matter of time before they give in to those instincts somewhere down the line…