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I've been brewing this for a while, but the idea is a princess who's normally well-adjusted, aside from disliking the concept of a monarchy. (we believe in wealth redistribution) She's also a very open and flirtatious lesbian, rumored for taking several lovers. It's noted that she never pursues maids -- or at least, maids working under her. (other workers are fair game). No golden-star nonsense either -- if you say you're a woman, then you're a woman.

Anyways, her current girlfriend is a mage who shrunk herself, forgot she was meeting with the princess... and then the princess noms her on accident, sleeping through the morning. Mage is estatic, but the princess? She's terrified.

More than terrified. She sets up some distance, refusing to meet for a week until the mage finally sets up a meeting and drags her to a private location.

This is when the princess pounces on her mage, claws growing on her hands and tail poking its way out of her dress. The princess, now revealed to be a demon, wants to eat her mage. She has for the longest time, even able to do so while they're both the same size. Yet, the princess...

... is terrified.

Terrified that she could kill her lover through this way, of wanting to be as close as physically possible. Because of her perceived gluttony, she'll end up killing one of the people who loves her the most ("again").

Yet, the mage still offers herself. She trusts the princess with her heart and body. Our princess?

She decides to oblige these desires. She swallows her mage feet first, watching her face for any sort of pain. Rather than being met with an expression of fear, struggling, or lust...

The princess sees comfort.

She sees how the mage comfortably slides in her mouth, the magical lover's body becoming less tense as she's tucked away. As the princess keeps pulling her in with her throat, she's assured everything is alright. The mage isn't being hurt; merely hugged as she's pulled further and further into a warm cavern. It had been so long since the princess had last swallowed someone like this; feel her body slide down her throat as she tilted her head up, hoisting the lover so the mage's body wouldn't fold in on itself. The mage giggled as her waist disappeared, then her torso. The princess's mouth came all the way up to her neck, whereupon only one more gulp was needed to fit her lover inside. It was so easy, too easy. She needed one more push.

So, our lovely mage, gave her permission: "You can do it. I trust you."

The princess summoned the strength to push her soft head in with her own hands, the bump along her throat disappearing as the rest of the mage was contained inside, curled up. She could feel her breathing, her heartbeat, her warmth... everything. For a brief moment, they were as one. Part of the princess wanted to break free of this, the one still scared of something happening. Yet, she decided to trust herself, and trust the mage proficient in anti-acids.

The two slept through the night, cuddled against each other as close as can be.

And when morning came...

...She was there. Still stuck inside. No, not stuck; kept inside. The mage stayed inside, accepting her affection and confession for who she was deep down; a demon hungry for love, lusting for affection.

Only, that lust was never sexual; it was romantic. It came from the desire to be close as physically possible.

...

The captain barely had time to readjust to the change in height and size before he was swept off of his feet. In large soft and scared paws. The captain had a sinking feeling where this was about to go. As how kwazi has been seen to sleep walk and, according to peso, sleep eat. 

The captain hated that he was right as he was shoved into the pirates mouth. Luckily thanks to his understanding of the situation the captain was quickly able to orient himself in the mouth facing toward the teeth. He pushed the tongue down, ancored one of his feet on the slippery and squishy surface along with a knee, and pushed on the upper set of teeth, making sure to avoid the sharp canines. Grunting with the effort he forced open Kwazii’s mouth. 

“Kwazii!” The captain growled out, the name sharp as he spat it out between grunts of effort and panting.

Kwazii made a small sound of surprise and whined as he tried to gently close his mouth again. The hand that recently shoved barnacles in hovering close by to catch the tiny. He made another sound of discomfort as the pressure on his tongue and mouth were starting to get uncomfortable. “Mrrrggg. Why ar uah fightn so muhsh?” Kwazii whined trying to talk around the captain. Still fairly out of it in this sleepy haze. 

“Kwazii!” The captain called out again panting hard as he fought Kwazii’s jaw to stay open. “Stop! Please.” His breathing was getting harder to control, and so was holding open the mouth at this odd angle. He could feel the tongue shifting under him, he didn’t have long… Before he could try to convince the cat to stop and spit him out, The tongue slipped out from under him. “Oh no…” he said before feeling his knee be poked at, causing him to let go of the upper teeth. Everything shifted back as the head tilted, gravity forcing the captain backwards as the jaws fully closed. The tongue pressing him around. 

It's too tight, I can’t move. No no no. too dark.  The captain's thoughts raced as he fought to catch his breath or get any space. Everything tightened and a loud GLK sounded behind him. His legs getting caught and dragged down. He grabbed desperately forward, digging his claws into the tongue, with little effect due to how dull he usually kept them. He shouted out to kwazii one last time as another swallow pulled him up to his chest, crushing any last non panicked thoughts along with his lungs. HE just continued to wiggle, trying desperately to grab or do anything against the unstoppable throat muscles. A rumbling purr humming around him. 

A final swallow rolled around him and pushed him deeper into the pirate cat’s core. His thoughts were spiraling hard in his panic. All too soon and after forever he was deposited into the stomach. It grumbled happily and constricted the captain in some sort of internal hug. But it was too much for the captain. He pushed at the walls kicking and panting hard. He stilled when he felt an outward pressure pushing in on him. 

“Don’ worry matey…” Kwazii drawled, voice heavy with sleep and those rumbling purrs. 

“Kwazii!” The captain called out, panic starting to lace his voice. 

“Jus’ relax~” Kwazii mumbled, everything swaying as he started to walk back toward his room. 

“Relax?!” Barnacles cried out, taken aback how calm Kwazii was about this, not stopping when he called out to him, not when he fought to keep his mouth open, not when he pushed and kicked inside the cat's stomach. 

Barnacles tried to think back about his immersion therapy sessions with peso. Peso! That's it! In a small moment of clarity Barnacles blindly fumbled on his belt hoping that it wasn't lost during earlier events. Letting out a shaky breath of relief when he felt the familiar small flat round shape against his paw. He pulled up the compass to his face, pulling up the octo alarm menu and activating it for only peso’s room. 

Peso woke with a start at the alarm coming from the computer panel on his wall. Hopping out of bed and sliding up to the panel answering the call. 

“Captain what's wrong?! Who needs-” Peso started to say, ready to help no matter what.

“Help! Peso, Please.” The captain's voice called out. Heavy breathing obvious to the medic as he looked over the dark screen. 

“Captain what happened? Where are you?” Peso asked, worried for his captain and dear friend. 

“Too tight… Kwazii. Tiny- help” his breathing was cutting off his words, and peso could tell he was falling into a panic attack. He tried to talk the captain through it but the line cut abruptly and calling back didn’t result in anything. Peso quickly grabbed his medical bag and an ice pack then ran to Kwazii’s room. His thoughts raced over what little information he had. 

Something about Kwazii? A tiny? And likely a too tight space for the captain due to the oncoming panic attack he heard over the phone. Peso didn’t like the conclusion his mind came to but it made sense… And if it's right Kwazii and the captain are going to be feeling bad for a bit…

Peso jumped out of the shoot leading to the bedroom pod. Landing on Kwazii’s side, seeing the lights off and Kwazii happily sleeping on his bed. Peso gently nudged the cat, rolling the side sleeper onto his back.  “Kwazii wake up please.” 

The cat made a mumbling sound and rubbed at his belly as he sat up with a loud yawn. “Wha? Wha’s happened?” Kwazii sleepily asked, looking around. “Yow!” He said loudly as a cold stethoscope was pressed against his belly. “Thats cold!” He complained. Then tilted his head as peso’s eyes widened and turned very concerned. “Whats wrong? What…” then that vague dream came crashing back as he felt something shift inside. 

“Captain?” peso called out to Kwazii’s middle. Kwazii’s eyes widened and he felt his heart sink. It couldn’t be the captain. He promised to not do that to the captain again… He couldn’t… 

“Captain, answer me!” peso called out again pressing the stethoscope back in place. 

All that Peso could hear was ragged panicked breathing and a lot of gurgles. 

Captain barnacles was spiraling hard into his panic, the darkness feeling lick it was suffocating him along with the walls always punching in on him, he twitched uncontrollably as he shook, gripping at his head or knees. He was so helpless, it was too much, he couldn’t do this, what if he was never released? Please… 

“Captain barnacles! Listen please!” Peso called again, that voice somewhat seeping through the immeasurable panic. 

“P-peso! G… et get me out of here.” He cried out, voice breaking. He felt so small, it was too dark-

“Captain, just breathe. Like we practiced. I’m right here.” Peso said, turning his attention to Kwazi who looked down in shame after they made eye contact. “Kwazii, get him out now. He needs to calm down. He's in a severe panic attack.” Kwazii and his belly whined a bit at that, but when he looked up and saw the stern look on peso's face he immediately jumped off of his bed and headed to the small bathroom in the pod. As kwazii stood in front of the mirror and sink, peso prodded at the captain gently. 

“Kwazii is getting you out, just make sure you're upright. You’ve got this captain, just keep breathing.” Peso said turning on the water to get it to a decent temperature as Kwazii began the uncomfortable process of hacking up the captain, Usually whoever he's getting out would be fairly relaxed making it easier to get them out, but the captain was solid and stiff, making the process hard and long for both of them. It was over in about 10 seconds. 

The captain was gently spat out into Kwazii’s shaking hands and he quickly dropped the captain into Peso’s awaiting flippers before turning to leave. 

“Wait where are you going?” Peso asked, splashing some water onto the captain.

“Away. I… need some time out…” Kwazii answered quietly, looking away after seeing the captain's sorry state. 

“I’m so sorry cap’n” he added before jumping down the chute going into the launch bay, pulling out the Gup B from its hanger and going out into the dark rocky reef. His heart is heavy with guilt. So he drove as hard and as far away as he could. 

Meanwhile Peso gently washed off the captain, walking him through a few calming and grounding exercises, then once he felt like the captain's breathing had balanced he helped the captain return to normal size. PEso then guided him back to his room with a small thing of special sleeping tea and medicine for his likely sore throat by the sounds of his voice. Peso sat at the end of the bed as Barnacles slowly fell asleep. Peso assures the captain that he's safe, and will be alright. To just rest. Things will be better in the morning. 

Once Peso Is sure the captain has fallen asleep he heads to the HQ. pulling up the radio. “Kwazii? Come in Kwazii..” Peso called out, but was met with silence. PEso tapped his flippers in worry but had a feeling that Kwazii was still listening. “The captains OK Kwazii…” Peso assured. “Good” Kwazii said back, before going silent again. 

“Can you come home?” Peso asked hopefully. But there was no answer. 

“Hello?” Peso called out again, before sighing. He’ll just have to make sure he's ok in the morning. He pulled up the Gup tracker to make sure he wasn't stuck anywhere before getting up, stretching, and heading back to bed. Tomorrow would be a long one.