#devoured by daylight

Small post-Hands off my prey scene. Not sure if it was supposed to be part of a bigger fic, or just a lil' thing on its own.

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“No!”

Dwight whipped the knife out of his pocket, hoping to strike the Trapper so he wouldn’t get caught (again). He didn’t want to go back, and he didn’t care that the weapon had been a gift from him.

Before he could strike, a large hand swiftly caught his wrist, and held it in place. Dwight let out a sound between a squeak and a whimper, as the gaze of the grinning mask bore down on him.

Closing his eyes, he waited for either the humid hot prison to be upon him, or for a blade to sink into his flesh. Neither came.

Instead, the Trapper sighed.

“My foolish little scared rabbit, you really ought to be more careful where you sink in your fangs.”

Wh-what!?

He opened his eyes, confused.

“It would be a waste for you to use this knife in a trial. The entity would simply has me it away once it’s used.” He guided Dwight’s arm down into a more relaxed position.

“Save it for out of trials, when the entity's looser rules allow the killers to be more cruel.”

With that, he let go of Dwight’s wrist,

“You’re not gonna-?”

The Trapper laughed, before patting him on the head, ruffling up his hair.

Nea & Wraith vore comfort fic. Never got finished. Was gonna have alts where different characters interrupt and maybe join in.

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“They’re all dumb anyways.”

Philip said nothing, not that he was particularly one to talk in the first place, but he listened. Nea huffed, anger subsiding and being replaced with exhaustion and (sadness). She headbutted him lightly, leaning against him with her face smothered in his cloak.

“Could you let me in?”

The hands now gripping her shoulders told her he had said yes.

She remained limp in his grasp as he raised her on the air, before gently snuffling her inside his mouth. He gulped her down with care, Nea only squirming a little bit to help herself do down better.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long before she was where he wanted to be, surrounded by a soft squishy stomach, locked away from the world and its inhabitants. She leaned into the walls, the sounds around her oddly soothing, as she found herself pleasantly being lulled to sleep.

“Thank you.”

His purr rumbled around her, and that’s all she needed to fall asleep with a smile.

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Alt 1 - Laurie

He was lifting her up. She was close, so close to her escape.

“What are you doing?”

Scrapped fic in the "Devoured by Daylight" series, taking place sometime after "Escaping Jaws" (or "Hands off my prey"), but started writing after "A Barbeque Buffet". Had the Doctor mind break Dwight, until Trapper found and saved him from doc by eating him. Ended up dropping it pretty early on.

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Gently yet firmly, he grasped Dwight's chin, facing him and his eyes towards the mask. He didn’t even flinch, even when he made sure that he'd made eye contact with Dwight, there as still no reaction, only a buzzing emptiness behind his eyes.

“Damn it!” Evan snarled, pounding a fist into the ground. Of course Herman had to fuck around and break his prey. That bastard could never leave other's business alone, even if it got him killed.

Dwight's body went rigid as he suddenly let out a scream, before just as quickly returning to his vegetative state.

(…)

Dwight didn’t know where he was when he came to. His thoughts felt foggy, head spinning, and his whole body ached. The last thing he remembered was seeing the doctor approach him outside of a trial.

Shit, he must’ve been caught, especially with the way his head felt like it had been drowned in static.

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Bubba squealed in delight as the boy in a tie and glasses disappeared down his throat. He was just as sweet and irresistibly delicious as the man with the bear traps he said! (He hoped the man wouldn’t be angry with him having a taste.)

Oh, and he squirmed so much! More than that tasty girl he had before him. He’d never had such big squirmy meals before, stretching out his belly and filling him up so well. It felt like heaven.

He wished he’d known how to eat like this before he was dragged into this strange place. Would've been very nice, no waste left on the table.

For now, Bubba leaned back against a tree, enjoying the new sensations.

The entity whispered in his ear. <i>Now was not the time to enjoy himself, work still needed to be done.</i>

He could relish in the sensations later, hopefully they would still be moving and squirming when his job was done. He stood up straight out of his relaxed pose, letting out a satisfied belch, and went searching for the remaining survivors.

Where had that completed generator been?

He made his way towards where it had been, listening for any partially done or currently being operated on generators. And by his luck, he just heard it, the sound of pistons firing up, of gears being shifted back into place. A survivor was there.

They were cheeky too, the generator lighting up with a ka-chunk before he reached it, just catching sight of the red head fleeing the scene.

As he chased after her, he wondered what she tasted like.

Thankfully, he didn’t need to wait long to find out. The red head might have been fast, but she had made the wrong turn. Revving his chainsaw up, Bubba managed to strike her down, squealing in glee as his tool's teeth tore into her backside, blood spurting from the wound as she fell to the ground.

Bubba put her chainsaw down, picking up and looking hungrily at his beaten and bloodied meal. Could he fit her in his belly, did he still have room? There was only one way to find out.

He promptly shoved the bloody girl in his mouth, gobbling her up. Her blood smeared all over his face and hands, her squirming weaker than the other two. She was delicious, more flavorful than the other girl, but not as yummy as the boy had been.

He felt his shirt get tighter as she squeezed into his tummy, his belly gurgling at her entrance, his other two meals becoming very vocal once more. As her feet were swallowed up, he sighed in satisfaction, feeling so satisfied, stuffed to the brim.

He is managed to fit her in.

A burp bubbled up in his throat, tasting like all of their flavors combined. It was like heaven.

Oh, the hatch was probably open. The job wasn’t over yet. If he found it before the last person did, he might be able to get one more meal. If he could fit one more in.

Turning around, Bubba grinned in glee. Scratch marks, and not too old too. Maybe he didn’t need to hunt for the hatch, just catch up to his dessert.

It wasn’t long before he caught sight of the old man, the trail leading right to him. He was a little disappointed, hopomg for more young meat, but he was no less eager to fill himself to the brim if he could.

As he ran, the contents of his belly swayed to and fro, the jostling of so much extra weight slowling him slightly, but not stopping him, the movements causing him to burp often.

Just as the old man was nearly in range, he heard the awful sound, the sound of the last prey’s chance to slip away. And he was so close too!

He had to catch him, before he leaped in, before he got away!

So just as the old man leapt into the hole in the ground, Bubba managed to grab his arm, yanking them back but not out, just barely managing to stop his escape.