Weird Kinks And Characters

Chris shifted again. Jake looked to the door. Back to Chris. He lifted an arm, slowly, and gently laid it over the human’s back. There. Now…she couldn’t disappear. She couldn’t vanish. It gave him some relief. But…not enough for the redhead to get back to sleep. He sighed.

His eyes moved back to the ceiling. A thought occurred to him. There was one way he could keep her even closer… Make sure she wouldn’t disappear. She wouldn’t like it, of course, but…maybe he could do it discreetly.

Clawed hands gently closed around Chris’ waist. She was a deep sleeper; his late night snack excursions taught him that. It was only the first night she caught him beside her bed, and that was most likely mutual anxiety keeping her awake. Now she was limp. Almost worryingly so, if not for the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

He carefully scooted her up his chest. She didn’t respond, save a mumble. Another scoot. Another. Eventually, she was close enough. Jake checked to make sure she hadn’t stirred. Then, he opened his mouth.

~~

Chris recoiled as something warm touched her face. Not unpleasant, but enough to stir the sleeping brunette. She opened her eyes to darkness and warmth.

“Wh…huh?” The mumbled yawn was met by the darkness surging forwards. Heat and humidity consumed her face as she was squished somewhere familiar. “Mh?!?” Something gripped at her head and began to tug her back.

Her senses came back then. She felt hands gripping her waist, keeping her arms pinned as she was fed forwards and into Jake, most likely. The human wriggled, irritation building. What was he doing?! Muscles contracted around her head, ushering her down with the squelch of a swallow. She groaned internally. While Jake had hinted at eating her…she didn’t think he’d go through with it this soon. Maybe tomorrow, but tonight he seemed content!

Another ripple tugged her shoulders and arms into the fleshy embrace. A hum reverberated around the human. It definitely sounded familiar…admittedly, that put her at ease. She still scowled at the throat around her, and the owner of it, despite knowing he’d never see. Her hands scrabbled against his chest, finding no purchase as the hybrid’s jaws yawned over her middle.

Rippling muscles ushered the researcher down, down, past thundering heartbeats and the wishing of lungs, down further stull into a gurgling gut. Chris wrinkled her face as a final ring of muscle pushed her down, squishing her into the embrace of Jake’s stomach. The air was thick and humid, but breathable as she sank further inside. Once her arms were free from his throat, Chris pulled herself along as she was fed inside.

The rest of the world vanished away. Jake took in her legs, her feet, and they soon squished in to join her. Chris huffed and settled herself among the folds of muscle. Jake’s stomach groaned contently, and rippled. Above, she heard him let out a breath. A burp, at her guess…gross.

“Ugh, I thought you said you were fine tonight!” Chris snipped, crossing her arms as she settled back. She felt something thump at her side.

“Saids I was…an’ then I wasn’t,” the hybrid’s voice was muffled, somehow louder, “ain’t my fault…”

Some of her grouchy exterior faltered. Right…Jake was still dealing with everything. She pushed a hand out where she felt the pat. “Yeah, but….you didn’t have to eat me-“

“What else am I supposed t’do?” The walls tightened.

“Talk to me, Jake!” Chris threw her hands up as best the cramped space would allow. “I’m here! I’ve always been here! You can come talk to me!”

“About what?” His voice was sharper now.

“About how you feel, about what’s bugging you, about why you’ve been so weird, I don’t know! I’m trying my best to help you, but that only works if you let me know what’s going on!”

“I-I dunno what’s goin on! I…” the walls tightened, almost crushing Chris as they did. “I-this is…I dunno!” The room shuddered, and Chris realized how fast Jake’s breaths had become. His heartbeat was much faster, too; she could feel it pulsing through his stomach.

Chris winced. This wasn’t working. Jake…hadn’t been good with his emotions before, she doubted jumping on him was going to do any good. She pushed her hands out, feeling the walls close in around her fingers as though they were examining her.

“Jake…this is a lot, okay? I…I know. Things have all been moving really fast, and you were already not 100% on staying here, and now you’re thinking about going outside, and you’ve never done that before, right?”

“...No…”

“And you’ve got me..pushing you, probably not helping a whole lot when you’re already overwhelmed…and I shouldn’t be so hard on you about that. I’m…sorry.” She pressed her hand out and rubbed in a slow, small circle. The walls began to relax. The pounding heartbeat slowed, relaxing slightly. “I just…it’s a little hard for me, too, I guess, and sometimes I get frustrated because I want to help you, but…sometimes I don’t know how.”

“Mm,” Jake hummed. Chris felt the walls tighten, slightly, and relax around her. The pressure against her shifted, seemingly rubbing back at her. “Yer…not bad at helpin’, though…weren’t fer you, I’d still be stuck in that damn cell… But I was in there so long…dunno what to do with bein’ out.”

Chris sighed. “Yeah…yeah, and that makes sense, too. Being out here is so much different than being in a cell. And…you’re dealing with all of those memories on top of having to understand what’s going on out here.”

“Mhmm… An’ the nightmares…”

She blinked. “Nightmares…?”

“Yeah…them’s is the worst…”

Slowly, she shifted. If he’d been having more nightmares… “Is…did you have one tonight?”

Jake was quiet. That was all the answer she needed. Chris pushed her hands out, rubbing once more. “Okay. Well..whatever happened in the dream, it’s all over now. You’re okay.”

A pause.

“Mh…guess so,” Jake’s voice trailed off.

Once again, Chris felt the pressure against her. She frowned. Maybe the nightmare had something to do with his reaction…that made sense. But, in the spirit of not pushing, she sighed. Though it was only her second time inside the hybrid’s gut, there was something…safe to it. If they were found…she was hidden. A strange feeling, but not unwelcome. She pressed her fingers into the walls again. And, honestly, it was hard to be mad at Jake when he was in this state.

“Well…I guess I’ll sleep here tonight, then…if you need any blankets, you know where to get them?”

“Yeah…I gots it. I’ll, uh…letcha out in th’morning.”

“You better, or no breakfast for you!” she nudged a wall with a chuckle. “That sounds fine, though. Try and get some rest tonight, okay?”

“Mmh…yeah,” he broke into a yawn, and the walls tensed with a stretch. They relaxed to their gentle churning after a few moments, and the hugging pressure returned. “Don’t go nowhere…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Chris rolled her eyes, closing them as she settled herself. “Good night, Jake.”

~~

Chris frowned. She looked between the shark and her coral. There’d be no way to evade him. Even with speed on her size, he was *huge*. With one grab he’d have her, and she had no desire to be a snack today. Making him mad by fleeing didn’t seem wise. And he’d cut off her best way to swim to safety. Meaning…the only way around him was to help. Sighing, she placed the weeds she’d collected into her satchel. Either way, she’d have to try.

“Sure, I can help…but…” she frowned. “How…do I know you won’t eat me…?”

The shark grinned, flashing a face full of fangs half her size. She shrank back, stomach writhing like a pack of starving eels.

“Ya don’t~. But, if ya’ dun help me…I’ll be lots more inclined t’do that instead~.” He opened his mouth, then chomped down. His face twinged for a moment before it fell back to a smug smirk. “Don’t gotsa bite somethin’ small as ya’, y’know~.”

Chris wrung her hands. Now he’d really trapped her. Though most of her body screamed to flee, there was a part of her mind that found the opportunity enticing. A shark as a regular client… She could have more exploring space with a shark as an escort. Slowly, she shuffled in her bag. There was enough to make a decent salve…it wouldn’t be her best, but it would be something.

She nodded to herself. “Okay…let me see what I can do.” She swam upwards, hesitating in front of the shark’s face. His red hair swayed idly, almost enticing to hide in had it not been attached to the face grinning back at her.

“Good choice~.” The shark hummed. His jaws parted again, and Chris peered inside. The water around her warmed almost instantly. Pale flesh and yellowed teeth greeted her, with the shark’s tongue flexing slightly. Grimacing, Chris scanned the rows of teeth until she found her prize. Towards the back something was glinting.

There was a rumble that vibrated the living cavern before it fell still again. Chris rolled her shoulders and slowly swam inside. The shark’s mouth was warm, warmer than the waters outside, and there was a thickness to it as her gills flexed anxiously. Just get the piece and get out…

It wasn’t long before Chris found herself beside the tooth in question. Lodged between a pair was something small and shiny. It looked almost like a shell by the way it glittered, but it had a different shape. The size was large, around Chris’ head. It looked…human. Frowning, the wrasse placed her hands on it. She blinked, pulled her hands back. Probably should give a warning if she didn’t want bitten in two. “I’m gonna try and pull this out! Keep holding still!”

Another, louder hum resonated around her. Chris twisted her body to get a good grip on the strange thing. While she was partially laying on the shark’s tongue, she had a better reach. Chris winced as the shark’s tongue flicked beneath her. Once it settled, she reached forwards to grasp the object. Her hands slid for a moment until she found a good grip. Though large, gripping the foreign object was no easy task.

After a few moments of searching, she found her grasp and pulled. There was a moment of stillness. It wasn’t budging. Chris stopped, taking a moment to stretch her arms. It had been some time since she’d had to use this much force on a foreign object. After a moment, she placed her hands on the object again.

She pulled, tail throashing back and forth as she grunted with the effort. Then, all at once, POP! The piece flew out from between the shark’s teeth, and Chris was flung backwards. She bumped into something squishy and soft. The wrasse grinned, turning the object over. “Can I keep this? It’s really-!”

Before she could finish the request, the world went dark. Chris yelped. Something warm brushed against her, and pushed her upwards into something harder. The shark hummed again, the droning sound like a whale’s song. Chris curled into herself as much as she could until the room stilled. For a moment, she hoped the shark would let her out. But, instead, everything tightened. Chris whined, tail thrashing, but the only way to move was forwards. Downwards. And downwards she went as everything flexed, and with a horrible squelch, she was pushed back and into the shark’s throat.

She desperately clung to the strange object as she passed through the shark’s chest. The walls tugged her along, almost like swimming through a pitch black corral passage, if the passage was moving for her. The noises were overwhelming. A steady, deep pounding noise, and the noise of water gurgling and swishing around. Just as soon as it started, the tightness ended as she was squeezed out and into a much more open space. Chris hugged the object as she took in some water and wrinkled her nose.

The water was thicker now, thicker than it had been in his mouth. Chris swam downwards, still holding onto the trinket. Her tail flopped in behind her, and the mermaid tried to peer into the gurgling darkness. She’d just been eaten. Alive. Her stomach coiled.

“There. Won’t lose it in there~.”

Chris flinched as the walls trembled with the shake’s voice. It was deeper now, louder too. Chris shrank back, ears pinned.

“You ate me!”

A low, rumbling sound. A laugh?

“Yeah, I’m a shark. ‘S kinda what we do. Anyway, yer the wrasse out here unarmed. Ain’t never met a wrasse that didn’t carry no means of defendin’ themself…”

Chris frowned. “I don’t like using weapons against sharks…” she swam forwards slightly, only to bump into something solid and hard. She grimaced, rubbing her head. “You’re just…being a shark at the end of the day…that’s like someone getting mad at me for cleaning a mouth.”

For a moment, the shark was quiet.

“Well…still. Ya gotsa be ready fer someone t'come after you. ‘S dumb not t’carry somethin’ to keep safe.”

“I guess…” holding the trinket with one arm, she stuck her other arm out to feel around. Eventually, she touched something soft, and eased herself down atop it. The stomach wall churned slowly, rolling against her side as she curled around her bag. “Y’know, you’re the first shark I’ve cleaned in a while…”

Another, drawn out silence.

“…Surprisin’ considerin’ how willing ya’ were t’help me. Ya’ didn’ even try t’bolt..”

“I mean, there was no point. You’re bigger, stronger, faster than me. I wouldn’t be able to squirm inside my coral before you’d have me…not to mention, you could tear my place down, and where does that leave me?”

~~

Jake frowned. She had a point, he could. Yet she’d been so willing to help him, a shark, no questions asked. She wasn’t even mad that he’d eaten her. Just…sad. He frowned and poked his middle. The little wrasse was so small, she didn’t even made an outline. “Well…either way, yer weird fer not bein more upset. Should…I dunno, squirm, fight, somethin-“

“Not much point,” the mermaid answered. Jakes ears flicked as the muffled voice continued. “What good would all that do me, other than wear me out? You’re a shark. I can’t compete against you.”

Once again, she was right. And she was complimenting his strength. Jake tilted his head. Weirdest little snack he’d ever seen…but it didn’t matter now. He ate her. And now…he had her. “Yeah, ya’ cant’s,” Jake agreed as he settled himself on the ocean floor. “If it makes ya’ feel better, yer doin’ a great job keepn’ th’hunger aways.”

It was quiet for a bit. Jake almost worried she’d ip and died. Not that he cared, but after a moment, he felt a flit of movement.

“That’s…good for something, I bet. Hunting this time of year must be hard…”

Jake frowned. And now she cared about his eating habits…? What was with this cleaner?! He poked his middle again. “Y’know yer barely even a snack t’me…I’ll be hungry again in a bit.”

“Yeah, but I’m easy picking,” came the simple reply.

He balked. What kind of tiny mer didn’t react more when someone ate them?! Indignant, he pushed down against his stomach. “An’ yanno things don’t usually come back outta stomachs, right?”

There was a pause. A longer silence than before, followed by a quiet: “…Yes. And I know you’re a shark. You’re just…doing what sharks do. So I can’t really be…mad at you, like I said before.”

Jake rubbed his face. Why the hell was she being so…nice?! He glared down at his stomach, wishing he could will himself to get it over with…but he couldn’t. Only because if he ended it now, he’d be hungry again soon after. It wasn’t because he felt…strange. No, it wasn’t that.

“Well…settle in. Yer not goin’ anywhere fer a while.” He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. A nap sounded like a perfect way to pass the time…and definitely not avoid the decision he had to make.

“…Okay.”