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Heart Pangs - The Meeting (Part 1/70)

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Story Summary: ~ Felix Feuerbach is a predator and Benji Marotta is a prey. Unfortunately, as children, neither of them really understand what that means. As they and their friendship grow, so too does a strange and terrifying instinct within Felix. Can their friendship survive this change? Can Benji? One thing that's for certain is that neither of them could have guessed how many dark corners and twisted tests this friendship would put the both of them through. ~

Heart Pangs uses vore as a plot device to build and explore a world where predators and prey currently live in harmony. However, years of preds treating prey as little more than food, have left an imbalance both social and economical between the two groups. While some groups struggle to find true equality, others fight to maintain the status quo. Preds scramble to find ways of fulfilling their cravings, while prey just want to survive.

Story content warning: while vore is not treated specifically as a kink within this story, it is treated as being linked closely to maturity and sexuality; fatal vore is often mentioned and/or implied but digestion is never directly described; there are, however, some instances of safe and consensual vore; there are many instances of unwilling prey and a few instances of unwilling or semi-willing preds; two chapters feature adult content, although explicit sexual language is never really used

Chapter content: some wee babs who know nothing; non-vore

Wordcount: 1,051

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Felix Feuerbach and Benji Marotta are in kindergarten when they meet. It’s near the end of the school year when Felix notices Benji alone in the schoolyard and asks him if he wants to play.

Benji looks at him in surprise.

Felix is a pred, and at their age, that doesn’t mean much— just that Felix is an inch or two taller than Benji. But Benji knows that, one day, Felix will grow to be quite a bit taller than him— more like two or three feet taller. In fact, that’s the only thing Benji knows of the differences between preds and prey because the world is still a safe place to him.

Even so, despite still being young and the same size and sharing a classroom together, preds and prey mostly stick to their own kind.

Except for, apparently, Felix Feuerbach.

“You mean it?” Benji questions doubtfully.

“Yeah, why not?” Felix says with a shrug. “You look lonely over here by yourself.”

There is something cool and friendly about Felix that makes Benji want to say yes to him. And there is something intriguing and soft spoken abut Benji that makes Felix want to know more about him.

By the time summer break begins, Benji is asking his parents if his new best friend Felix can come over to play. This is the first time they’ve heard of Benji having any sort of friend so excitedly they say yes.

Benji’s mom’s face pales when Felix’s mother walks him over the next day, a towering figure on her doorstep. Mrs. Marotta wraps her arms protectively tight around little baby Stephanie, the youngest of her four children.

“You must be Benji’s mom,” Mrs. Feuerbach says with a sparkling grin when they lay eyes on each other. “I’ve heard so much about Benji. Felix has really grown a liking for him.”

Something about the way Felix’s mother says the words puts Mrs. Marotta on edge. Like Benji is only a plaything to Felix. Benji’s mom is about to tell Mrs. Feuerbach to go back home, about to slam the door in her face, but then Benji is rushing out and throwing himself at Felix.

The two tumble over each other in a messy embrace.

“You’re here!” Benji says excitedly to his new friend.

Felix puts a steadying hand on top of Benji’s head. “Yeah, I walked all this way too!”

Benji’s mom watches the interaction with a careful expression. Felix does seem to genuinely view Benji as a friend. And at this age, there is no danger from him to any of her children. She doubts that they’ll remain friends long enough for them to grow older and have that change.

So she plasters on a smile, shifts baby Stephanie to her other hip, and says, “Yes, Benji hasn’t stopped talking about Felix either. Why don’t you leave him here for a few hours? I can watch out for him.”

Mrs. Feuerbach’s smile is unflinching. “That would be so lovely of you. I’ll be back to pick him up before dinner.”

She says her goodbyes to her son and Mrs. Marotta is able to let out a sigh of relief when she’s finally gone.

“Brandon,” Mrs. Marotta calls to her oldest son, “can you go out there with Benji and make sure he’s playing nice with his new friend?”

Brandon is three years older than Benji. He too thinks size is the only difference between preds and prey, but he’s older and more observant than his little brother. In two more years he’ll be old enough for middle school, the point at which prey and preds are sent to separate schools and they first learn the real difference between the two of them.

And Brandon is smart. He picks up on things that most of his other classmates don’t. He already has an inkling that there’s something darker than just the size difference between he and his classmates.

He also picks up that there’s something more to his mother’s request for him to babysit his brother and new friend. So begrudgingly, but without argument, he agrees and joins the two of them in the yard.

And then there’s Camille. Not much more than a baby but old enough to see when her two older brothers are having fun without her. She cries until her mother lets her out too, telling her brothers to, “play nice.”

Benji and Brandon groan at the sight of Camille stumbling towards them.

Felix brightens. “She’s so cute!”

He kneels down and Camille runs to him, interested in the friendly new stranger. He immediately scoops her up. Camille laughs with excitement.

“This is so cool!” Felix says after tossing her up and getting her to laugh for a minute straight. After he exhausts her, he lets her sit on his back. “You guys get to live with each other and play whenever you want. You’re so lucky. I wish I could have that.”

“You don’t have any siblings?” Brandon asks.

Felix shakes his head. “No, it’s just me.”

“You’re the lucky one,” Benji says. “You don’t have to put up with her.” He jabs a finger at Camille.

Felix blinks. “But she’s so sweet.”

Brandon laughs. “Just wait til she gets used to you. She’s the bossiest toddler I know.”

Felix ends up staying until evening time when his mother comes back to pick up him up. He doesn’t stop babbling to her about everything they did.

“It sounds like these new friends of yours really know how to show you a good time,” his mother says. Then she gives Benji’s mom a gleaming smile. “Felix loves your children. They’re clearly very entertaining for him. Perhaps he can come by again some time?”

Again, something about her phrasing makes Mrs. Marotta uncomfortable and she wants to deny the proposition. But there’s also something about the woman looming before her, dressed in nicer clothes than she’s ever owned, flashing a dazzlingly straight and white smile, that makes Mrs. Marotta thinks she doesn’t get told “no” a lot, that it would be a bad idea to try to start now. So instead she smiles and says, “Sure, it was a pleasure having him over.”

Felix’s mother seems amused by this but accepts the compliment and leaves with her son in tow.

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Tumblr feels like the kind of place where I could post my self-indulgent OCs and not only come out of the experience relatively unscathed but maybe even receive some kind of positive feedback and that scares me. 

here be dragons

Now that I’ve figured out how to post, I’m probably going to shitpost about vore on this blog just fair warning. I know most people have like multiple blogs for this sort of thing but if I’m being completely honest, this website scares me and I would prefer to not have to navigate it’s user unfriendly menus more than is absolutely necessary. So unsolicited vore posts, rants with zero context and maybe some other weird shit might be visible.

Also some ground rules: As a general rule I only block people if they seem overtly hostile. So if you say something awkward I’m probably going to be more forgiving than most. That being said if you say something that seems to target people for things they can’t help I’m probably not going to show it to anyone and might just tell you off in private. Essentially I’m forgiving but don’t take that as a sign I don’t have any boundaries.

Heroic sacrifice, another trope I’m in love with–

-A villain saying “I didn’t find anything” and covering for their former nemesis’ escape, despite knowing the kind of trouble they’ll get in if they’re caught

-A rebel holding their partner at knifepoint when the two are caught, desperately trying to make their captors think that they acted alone, and their friend is nothing but a hostage

-A leader running into the arms of their enemies to buy their team time, lying that they’ll meet up again at the base

-A hero turning themselves in to save the city, doomed to take any punishment meekly lest supervillain turn their wrath on the people

A pred who meets prey, again and again, and wants so desperately to just scarf them down...

Unfortunately, something is stopping the pred. It could be that they're in public, or they're at work. Whatever the reason, the pred isn't able to eat the prey... Yet.

So instead, they fantasize about it. They fantasize about how their throat will stretch to accommodate the large morsel sliding down it, they fantasize about each delicious gulp they'll make, and they think about how their stomach will stretch and swell to accommodate the added weight. Their mouth waters everytime they think about it, and their stomach whines hungrily. Soon.

One day, the pred devises a plan. They invite the prey to their house. The prey, of course, is none the wiser to the pred's plans. The pred told them that they "have something they needed to talk about," so they have no reason to be afraid. When they show up at the pred's house, they're ushered inside quickly. The pred closed and locks the door behind them.

They don't waste any time on pleasantries before they pounce on the prey. The prey is too startled to react at first, but by the time they do, the pred has already stuffed their head into their mouth and made that first gulp. The pred doesn't even stop to appreciate the prey's flavor; they just need prey in their belly. Now.

They only slow down once the prey can't escape. Their throat stretches almost painfully to accommodate the prey. The pred gulps powerfully, dragging them down...

And finally, the rest of the prey slips into their belly. The pred's stomach swells and sags with the weight. It lets out a rumble as the last of the prey slips in.

the pred's a bit breathless after finally having their meal. They waddle over to a couch and flop down, sighing happily. The prey shifts around a bit, confused... But once the reality of their situation sets in, the panicked struggling starts. The prey smirks and runs a hand over their belly.

A low rumble sounds from their stomach. As the prey's squirming escalates, the pred can't help but to think about how good the squirming prey will look on their waistline...

big mean scary preds (preferably monster preds) that everyone thinks is scary and WILL hurt them but it turns out the pred is secretly just a giant ball of fluff and love and they purr the whole time they have their prey