Content Advisory: This isn’t a typical kinky vore story. It’s a serious narrative that contains erotic elements. Topics to be aware of include Gris doing the following:

--Getting triggered and remembering a traumatic event, interrupting the scene with his boyfriend Dwayne.

--Discussing him feeling depressed & numb after a breakup, and, in his search to feel comforted through vore, letting people in who didn’t respect his boundaries as an asexual person.

--Talking about how his search to feel comforted through vore, and letting people in who didn’t respect his boundaries as an asexual person, led to him getting sexually assaulted.

--Revealing that he feels that his trauma makes him a burden, and because the people he loves always leaves him over it, he expects Dwayne to do the same.

--Admitting to using dark fantasies to cope with trauma. He is assured that this is normal.

 
 
/Dwayne won’t stick around forever, you know. He may be your boyfriend now, but once he sees how rotten you really are, he won’t stick around./

Gris took a sip of his vanilla mint tea, trying to calm himself and ignore the anxious thoughts. His fingers were a bit shaky, and he brought the blanket further up his chest, stroking the fabric in a further effort to relax.

/He’s going to leave you. Any day now, he’ll walk out the door./

/Dwayne wouldn’t do that, for fuck’s sake./

/Are you sure?/

/He’s communicative and loyal above all else. If there were problems in our relationship, he would tell me./

/And what about the things he feels he can’t talk to you about?/

The human finished the last of his tea and placed the mug on the bedside table, stroking the blanket with both hands. “Fuck, fuck, /fuck/,” he muttered to himself. His anxiety truly was the death of him—deep down, he knew that the voice in his head was just a villainous asshole, but it was hard to truly believe that was the case, especially now.

What if it was true? What if Dwayne was hiding things from him, and—?

“Hey babe! You ok?”

“Gah!” Gris exclaimed, jumping in surprise. Dwayne was standing beside the bed, and the gray wolf gave him a smile.

“You seem distressed,” the canine noticed, bending down and giving the human a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Are you alright, babe?”

Gris swallowed hard, unsure what to say. After a moment of thought, he decided to dismiss his anxieties and try not to let them bother him. “I was just having a moment,” he replied. “I’m better now that you’re here.”

And it was true. As the gray wolf snuggled up next to the human, putting a furry arm around the transgender man, Gris felt himself relaxing. He leaned into that soft embrace and let out a happy sigh. This. . . This was heaven. If things could stay like this, he would truly be content.

/They won’t stay like this. Dwayne’s going to leave you; he—/

The human swatted the anxious thought away, trying not to listen. It continued to nag at him from the back of his mind, and he cleared his throat, trying to ignore it. “So, are you ready for the scene tonight?” he asked his boyfriend.

Dwayne grinned. “Oh, hell yeah,” he replied. The wolf reached over, took Gris’s hand, and placed it over his soft, fuzzy belly. It let out a low /groooooowl/, and he smiled, sticking out his blue tongue. “Looks like it’s hungry for you already. . . I can’t wait to have you inside of me later.”

Gris flushed with arousal, and he smiled, stimming happily with his free hand. “I’m excited too.”

Dwayne kissed the top of his head. “Awesome.

“Now, wanna finalize the scene? After that, we can get started.”

The two boyfriends had already discussed previously what they were going to do tonight, but they went over things in detail now that the moment was here. Gris always liked when he had a clear idea of what was going on before it happened. Thankfully, Dwayne had always been understanding of the human's needs in that area.

As they talked, Gris fell himself getting more and more eager. He always enjoyed these times with his boyfriend, being rescued from his anxious thoughts and swept up into a scene where he could de-stress. Even so, his fears of Dwayne leaving him persisted, yacking away in the back of his brain.

/You’re going to mess things up tonight. You know you are./

/Shut up. Everything is going to be fine!/

/Are you sure?/

There was, the question it really haunted him, and kept him awake at night. He held constant doubt, which was awful of him, because it meant he didn’t really have faith in his boyfriend, did he? But he couldn’t help it; his brain would just keep spewing those thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to snap himself out of it. He had to calm down. Soon, he could truly relax, and that was going to make everything ok.

“I think we’re ready,” Dwayne said to him with a smile. “What do you think, babe?”

Gris nodded. “Yeah, I think we’re good,” he agreed with A smile.

This was going to save him, if only for a moment. This would be his release.

__________

Gris opened his eyes, which began the roleplay scene.

The human was sitting on a bed, in front of a large, grey wolf. The canine smiled evilly, and ran a tongue across his muzzle.

“Huh? W-Who are you?” Gris asked fearfully. “W-What have you done to me?!”

The wolf chuckled. “Aw, you’re so confused,” he mocked the human. “How cute. . .”

“Answer my question!” Gris shouted.

His captor let out a low growl, which sent a fearful shiver through the human. “Easy now,” the wolf warned him. “If you get aggressive, I’ll get angry. And we don’t want that, do we?”

Gris swallowed hard. “N-No,” he agreed.

“Good boy. Since you were so nice, I suppose I can answer you—this time.”

The wolf cackled, and said, “But first, tell me: do you remember anything from last night? Hmm?”

The human thought back. “I remember walking home,” he muttered. “I was heading to my car, but I don’t remember getting inside. . .” He gasped in surprise as the memory hit him. “That’s right—someone grabbed me from behind!” He looked angrily up at his captor. “W-Was that you?!”

“Bingo,” the canine praised him, laughing. He sneered. “I do love it when I get to hunt in this city, and you were /such/ a perfect little treat. How could I resist?”

“Wait . . . ‘treat’?” The human didn’t like the sound of that. Just as he finished speaking, the wolf’s stomach let out a low, telltale /grooooowl/, and he looked down at it, feeling his blood run cold. “Y-You don’t mean. . .!”

“Oh, but I /do/,” the wolf snarled. He put his hands on the headboard, one on each side of Gris, and leaned forward, right in the human’s face. “I’ve caught me some delicious meat from my hunt—and I’m going to enjoy swallowing it down,” he hissed. “You’ll make a very good dinner, /meat/.”

Gris was shaking a bit, and he felt delighted. When he and Dwayne did these scenes, he got to learn just how good his boyfriend was at this—it was always an amazing experience. He was trying to hide how aroused he was, and begged, “No, please don’t eat me!”

“Heh—I do like resistant meals,” the canine teased him. “But I like being fair to my prey, so I will give you a chance to save yourself. That way, once I get to swallow you down, I’ll know that I won you fair and square.”

“I-I’ll do anything,” Gris pleaded.

The wolf smiled. “Good boy. Then let me tell you what you need to do.” He licked his lips and spread out his legs, so that Gris was between them. “I want to see you grind against me,” he purred. “I want to feel my prey stimulating me, leaning against my powerful stomach in the process . . . can you do that, /meat/?”

“I-I can!” Gris exclaimed, nodding quickly. “And if I do that, you won’t eat me?”

That depends on your performance,” the predator replied. “Now, go on. Take me from the depths of arousal, up to its heights. Entertain me.”

The human nodded, and soon got to work.

Both Dwayne and Gris were still clothed at the moment, which was what Gris preferred. As an asexual person, he was only comfortable with a few activities around sex. Grinding was one of them, and he truly enjoyed the activity.

The human positioned himself so that he was sitting on his boyfriend’s penis, his arms wrapped around the wolf as he leaned against the canine’s body. Then, he started moving. First he went gently up and down, but he soon sped up, moving along Dwayne’s shaft and stimulating himself too in the process. He couldn’t help but let out a whimper of arousal as he performed this activity, and he heard Dwayne let out a howl of delight.

He felt the wolf’s belly underneath him, and a moment later, it let out a low /grooooooowl/, the sound making waves that Gris could feel underneath him. He put on a terrified face, roleplaying the fear required, and his canine captor laughed. “What, is my stomach that intimidating to you?” the predator teased. “Here, have a closer look while you work on me.”

He put one paw behind Gris’s head, and shoved his prey’s ear against the top of his gut. Now, the human could catch every little sound inside of the hungry belly, every gurgle and grumble that sounded from within, and he froze for a moment. “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” the wolf warned him, and the grinding quickly resumed.

Gris shivered in delight as he continued to make his and his boyfriend’s arousal climb. Fuck, this kind of humiliation always make him so horny. . . He heard Dwayne taunting him, saying, “That’s right, give my gut a good listen, human. If you don’t do you work well enough, you’ll have an personal look at its insides, hear those sounds all around you. . . Mmm, just thinking about it makes me hungry.”

By now, the wolf’s penis was hard as /hell/, and Gris smirked. He had been told that he could make Dwayne cum, or stop at this point, and he wanted to bring the wolf to complete satisfaction. So he pressed with slightly more force, continued grinding in the ways he knew his boyfriend loved the most. Come on. . . He could get there. . .!

The human’s efforts were rewarded when the predator let out an aroused cry, and came right in his pants, cum streaming onto his underwear. Gris couldn’t help but let out a giggle, happy he had brought his boyfriend to climax, and amused at the results.

“Oh, you find that entertaining, you naughty little human?” the wolf asked. He reached over and tilted Gris’s chin upward. “Well, I don’t like it when my prey thinks they have the upper hand. So I’ll be sending you to my stomach.”

“No, you can’t!” Gris exclaimed. “I did everything right!”

“Not quite—you got cocky,” the predator sneered. “And cocky prey needs to be punished.”

Dwayne smirked and pushed Gris backwards, pinning the human against the bed’s headboard. “Look at you,” he said menacingly. “Such a delicious little treat you are . . . and you’re mine, all mine.”

Gris shivered. “P-Please don’t eat me,” he begged. “Surely there’s something else I can do for you to not—”

“Sorry, human,” the wolf interrupted, running his tongue across his muzzle. “I’m far too hungry for that. But first, I want to give you a /very/ good look at who you belong to, so you can see /everything/ before you go down my throat.”

He grabbed Gris’s shoulders and dragged the human away from the headboard. A moment later, Gris was pinned against the bed, and Dwayne was against the headboard now, leaning back with his hands around the human’s ankles. From here, the human could see the moonlight seeping in through the window next to the bed, slipping into the room through slits in the curtain. As Dwayne reared up, the light shone menacingly on his fur.

And another moonlit scene came to the forefront of Gris's brain.

/”Enough. Hold still.”/

In his mind’s eye, he was on his knees, looking up as /she/ spoke to him, glaring down, and reaching out with a menacing hand.

/”This is for your own good.”/

“No no NO!”

Gris cried out and frantically pulled his legs free, terror filling his body and making his heart pound loudly in his ears. He was /back there/, and he had to do everything in his power to fight, to make sure he wasn’t hurt again—

It wasn’t until he looked up and saw Dwayne’s surprised face that he remembered where he was, and what he was doing. The human returned to the present, but her voice still echoed in the back of his brain.

“Holy shit,” Dwayne said, not roleplaying anymore and clearly concerned. “Babe, are you ok?”

Gris opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure of what to say. /You just messed it up/, his mind whispered to him. /I told you that you would. And now here we are./

He was struggling to find the right words, and guilt filled his mind, making tears form in his eyes. He put his hands on his head, trying not to panic—

Suddenly, two fluffy arms wrapped around the human, gently but firmly holding him, keeping him close. Gris hesitated, then leaned against Dwayne, putting his arms around his boyfriend. His brain was buzzing, dancing between guilt for ruining the night, terror for what he had remembered, and fear that now, Dwayne really was going to leave, just like he’d thought.

“What do you need?” Dwayne asked gently into his ear.

Gris struggled to find his voice, but managed to stammer, “S-Some tea. And to sit in bed.” The guilt got louder, and he said with a choked sob, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—!”

“Shhhh,” the wolf whispered. “Don’t be sorry. It’s ok. I’ll get you that tea and be right back, ok?”

Gris nodded, and Dwayne let him go, leaving the room to heat up the drink. He crawled over to the headboard and leaned back, catching his breath and trying to quiet his thoughts.

Fuck. He had ruined everything. Now, it was over.

As he was spiraling, Dwayne snuggled next to him in the bed, putting an arm around the human as he offered a cup of vanilla-mint tea. “Here you go, babe,” the wolf said, smiling. “Enjoy.”

“Thanks.” Gris took the cup and felt the warmth in his hands. As he did so, his boyfriend covered them with the blanket, and he started to feel a little cozier. The human relaxed a little, taking a deep breath, then sipping his tea. The cup was absolutely perfect, as usual—Dwayne knew how to make it just the way he liked.

The wolf brought his hand up and pet Gris’s head, running his fingers down the human’s long brown hair. “You want to talk about it?” he asked gently. Gris flinched, and the canine quickly added, “You don’t have to right now, not if you don’t want to. But if you do, I’m here to listen, ok?”

Gris nodded. He took a few more sips of tea. Anxiety screamed in his mind as he tried to figure out what to do, and how to address what had happened. Ever since his outburst a week ago, when he had burst into anger at his mother during a scene, he had been trying to hide such things from his boyfriend. The last thing he wanted to do was be a burden, because his burdens were too heavy for any person to carry, and thus he ended up abandoned and alone. But now, here was undeniable proof that something really was wrong; he couldn’t hide it anymore. Well, it was probably better to rip the bandaid off anyways—not that he wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I-I got taken somewhere else as the scene was playing out—the way the moon shone on you brought back some bad memories.”

“I’m sorry,” Dwayne said softly, sounding genuinely sympathetic. He bent down and kissed Gris on the cheek. “I don’t know what you might’ve seen, but you’re safe now, babe. I promise.”

Gris put the mug down on the bedside table, and Dwayne reached over, putting his paw on top of his hand. The human smiled, wrapping his fingers around the wolf’s, and shifted in the blanket, trying to get comfortable.

/You have to tell him. Now that there’s no avoiding it, you have to tell him the truth./

/Otherwise. . ./

Gris swallowed hard. He took a deep breath. “I. . . I can’t hide from you forever,” he muttered. “I know that I told you not to ask any questions after what happened last week, but I have to tell you everything.”

“Ok,” Dwayne replied. “Only if you want to.” The human nodded. “Ok. Then go ahead. And take your time.”

Gris thought things over, his mind drifting between various memories of his past. Of /her/. He sighed, knowing that just like always, this surely wasn’t going to end well. But the alternative was to think Dwayne secretly hated him for things unrevealed. At least this would give that hatred some direction.

He took another deep breath. Then, he began to speak.

“Before I met you, I had a bad breakup,” Gris began. “And after Bettie left, I became lost. I just fell into this deep depression—I felt so numb inside. I hadn’t been satisfied with that relationship, but I still stayed because there is something to hold onto. And now that I was alone, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“Bettie thought that my love for vore was gross and weird. After I left her, more than ever before, I felt such a strong /need/ finally be in somebody's stomach,” Gris explained. “I thought about feeling protected; I longed to kept safe and held close. And I wanted it in that context. So, I entered the local kink scene and looked for predators.

“I ended up traveling down this . . . this long path, a journey with a destination that I never could fully reach,” Gris told Dwayne, shaking his head. “And looking back at it now, I feel like such a dumbass for it. But it seemed to be the only thing rational to do at the time. It felt like the only way I could get myself back from the pit of numbness I was in.

“I guess I was desperate,” Gris admitted. “I wanted connection; I wanted a predator to savor me. But, I didn’t want anything sexual. However . . . every predator I found wanted sexual things. So when they did stuff I told them I hadn’t wanted, I would grin and bear it. I let people in who didn't fully respect what I wanted.

The human sighed. “I blame myself for a lot of things that happened to me during that time. If only I’ve been stronger, maybe if I had said some things differently when I was stating my boundaries, or something, or . . I don’t /know/, ok? I fucked up, and I paid for the price for it.”

He involuntarily ran his hand over his knee, over the small scar that had come for that time, when a tiger decided it would be a good idea to rough him up in ways previously undiscussed. /It's all your fault/, his brain whispered to him. /It's—/

“I’m sorry, babe,” Dwayne said, interrupting his train of thought. “I’m sure you were going through a lot of things at that time. You didn’t deserve that on top of it.”

Gris smiled sadly. Even though he knew how loving his boyfriend was, he hadn’t been expecting that level of empathy. “Thank you. It was . . . really rough.”

He took a deep breath, and told the wolf, “I just kept doing scenes with people, trying to find my way out of that numbness that had formed inside of me. And it did eventually go away, but only because . . . something happened. And if was so much for me to bear that the shell around my heart cracked, and I fully felt the impact.”

He winced, and fear started to fill him, making his breathing come out more audibly. Dwayne reached over and put a gentle paw on top of his hand. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, you know,” the wolf said gently.

“I need to,” the human insisted. “I need to tell you.”

Dwayne nodded. “Ok.”

Gris steadied himself, and then told the story.. “There was this predator who I was bonding with,” Gris began. “Her name was Kyra, and she was a German Shepherd. She didn’t like that I was asexual. I should have left right when I knew that, but I didn’t. And every time we had a scene, she would find some way to push my boundaries.

“At first, there were excuse as to why it happened, and promises that it wouldn’t happen again. But those quickly turned into justifications, saying why she couldn't help herself for this for that reason.”

Gris clenched his fists. Both of his arms were completely shaking. “I’m such an idiot,” he said. “I should have left, I know I should have, and yet I stayed cause I’m such a fucking stupid person. At that point I deserved what was coming.”

“No, you didn't,” Dwayne insisted. He put an arm around his boyfriend and squeezed gently, pulling the human close and letting Gris's head rest on his chest. “No one deserves to have their lines crossed. You just wanted to feel loved, and it’s not your fault someone took advantage of that for their own awful needs.”

Gris sniffled and nodded, feeling himself tear up. He forced himself to finish the story, to tell his wolf what happened.

“We had this scene,” he said shakily. “I was on my knees with my boxers on, and my hands behind my back. Kyra was just supposed to tease me, then eat me head first. That was the plan. But instead. . .

“She knelt in front of me, smiling. She said that she saw how happy I was at our scenes, and she was going to help me become happier. She reached out and started stroking my vagina through my underwear, which I didn’t want. I tried to laugh it off, and gently push her hand away, but she got firmer. She told me to hold still and that what she was going to do was for my own good.

Tears trickled down Gris’s cheeks. “She reached into my underwear and started fingering me. I hate being touched there like that; you know I don’t want contact with my vagina without a layer of clothing. I wish I had immediately stopped her, but I was so stunned by the awful sensations that it caused in my body, not to the mention the shock of what was happening. My boundaries have been crossed before, but those were at least little licks and pokes—/this/ was so much more than that. And she went inside me too, which I never ever wanted to happen in a million years.

“I told her to stop; I tried to end the scene. She kept pushing me back down, insisting that she wanted to see me orgasm, because she had never seen that before from me. After far too long, I managed to somehow get up and put my clothes on despite her protesting and wanting me to stay. I stumbled out the door and never went back.”

Gris stopped, and let himself feel Dwayne’s fur underneath his neck, allowing the touch of it bring him back to the present moment. “That’s what happened,” he finished quietly. “There’s not much else to say on it. That’s all.”

The human took a deep breath. /Now Dwayne knows. Surely now, he’s going to—/

A low growl from the wolf interrupted his thoughts. Gris looked up, and saw that his boyfriend looked absolutely enraged. “I can’t believe somebody did that to you,” Dwayne said. He squeezed the human tightly. “I’m so sorry, hun. That was absolutely messed up of her. Just . . . fuck.”

“Yeah,” Gris agreed quietly.

“Karma will get that bitch in the end,” the wolf reassured him. “Trust me—she can’t treat people that way forever. It’ll come back to bite her ass.”

This time, Gris didn’t reply. He took a sip of his tea, which was now quite a bit colder than it was before. Taking a deep breath, he put the mug down and braced himself. He had a feeling he knew what was coming next.

But instead of what he expected, Dwayne gently said to him, “I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me what happened to you. But I’m so, /so/ sorry you experienced that, babe.”

“It’s ancient history now,” Gris muttered. “I know I need to not let it hurt me. . .”

“Sometimes you can’t control what hurts you, especially when it comes to big stuff like that,” Dwayne reassured him. “I can’t blame you for holding onto something like that.”

“I’ve tried to stuff it down and not think about it,” Gris admitted. He sniffled. “B-But I guess our scene last week dug it up. . . Must’ve hit a nerve in my brain, I guess. Dug up other shit.”

The wolf hugged him. “I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s not pleasant to have those memories again.”

The human sighed. “No. . . It certainly isn’t.”

After that, Gris couldn’t take it anymore, and he sat up, letting go of Dwayne’s hand. “I know you’re mad at me,” he mumbled.

“What?” The wolf’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“B-Because,” the human stammered, “whenever I try to talk about this stuff, people get mad at me. People always react that way—they get angry and enraged.” He laughed. “You have every reason to be mad—I know that I completely ruined our scene tonight. So you don’t have to hide it, ok? You can be honest.”

Dwayne shook his head. “Babe, you got it wrong,” he replied. “I’m not mad at you at all.”

“That can’t be true,” Gris muttered.

“Why—”

“Come /on/!” the human shouted. He felt his anxiety increasing, and as he started to spiral, some of the thoughts fueling his turmoil spilled out of his mouth. “I don’t talk about this stuff because it’s always weighed down the people I love. B-Because it makes me a burden. And when I weigh people down too much, then I’m not worth having around anymore, and so they leave me.” Tears streamed down his cheeks. “The reason I told you I didn’t want to talk about what happened last week, was because I was scared you’d finally see how much of a burden I am. But now, you’ve seen it anyway. So be as mad as you need to be. Because I know how this ends, Dwayne. It always ends the same.”

He turned away, unable to look the wolf in the eye, and waited for the inevitable to occur. /You knew he’d leave you. Now it’s finally going to happen./

Gris sighed, his breathing shaky. He had been expecting this moment for a long time, especially after his scene with Dwayne from the week before. Now the wolf was finally going to—

“No.”

Dwayne’s voice interrupted his thoughts, and he turned to his boyfriend, frowning. “What do you mean, ‘no’?” he asked.

“I mean that it doesn’t have to end the same,” the wolf replied firmly. “I’m not angry at you. And I’m not going to get angry at you, I promise.” His eyes softened. “You’re not a burden, babe. You don’t ‘weigh me down’—never did, and never will.”

He brought his arms around Gris and gave the human a big hug, smooching the top of his partner’s head. “I’m glad you trust me enough to tell you what you went through,” Dwayne said gently. “And I’m so sorry all of those things happened. You’re always free to share as much as you need to with me—I promise I’ll listen. And I’m listening now. I’m not going anywhere. Ok?”

Gris was frozen in place, his body stiff as he struggled to process this. So Dwayne . . . /wasn’t/ mad at him? He could barely comprehend that reaction—nobody had ever responded that way to him talking about these things before. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words—the only thing that escaped his mouth was a sob of disbelief. He leaned against his boyfriend’s furry body, tears going down his cheeks.

He suddenly felt absolutely exhausted. “I. . . I think we need to continue this in the morning,” he said weakly. “I have to take some time to understand this."

“Ok. That’s fine.” Dwayne let go of him and put his paws on Gris’s shoulders, looking into the human’s eyes with a comforting smile. “Let’s talk more about it tomorrow.”

Gris nodded. He could tell the wolf was being sincere. “Ok. Thanks, babe.”

“Of course.” Dwayne smooched Gris’s forehead, and the two got ready for bed. Soon, they were fast asleep.

__________

The next morning, Gris found himself awake before the sun had even come up. But he couldn’t get himself to fall back asleep, so he got out of bed, tip-toeing out of the room so as to not wake the gently-snoring Dwayne.

Going to the kitchen, he made himself a cup of tea (he went for the cinnamon earl grey, which was his second favorite flavor) and sat down at the table, staring outside of the window above the sink.

As he sipped his drink, his mind felt stuck, like his inner flow was interrupted by a traffic jam. He was still struggling to comprehend last night’s reaction from Dwayne, because it made no sense to him. Well, /logically/ he understood it, of course, but /emotionally/, that was a different matter. Nobody in his life had reacted that way to him talking about his trauma before, and he had given up on that kind of grace ages ago. But . . . he had gotten it from the one he loved most. And that made him happier than he could truly believe.

Gris was crying again, and he got a napkin from the holder at the center of the table, wiping his cheeks. He hadn’t ruined everything like he’d thought he would.

“Hey, cutie.” Dwayne’s voice interrupted his thought process, and the human stood up to see his wolf in the kitchen entryway. “Heard you get up, so I thought I’d join you.”

Gris groaned and said, “Aw man! I was really trying to be quiet. . .”

“No worries, babe,” the wolf assured him, letting out a carefree laugh. He walked over to the coffee maker and stared brewing a pot. “Guess the universe wanted me up early with you!” He walked over, leaned down, and smooched the top of Gris's head. “And frankly, I prefer it that way.”

The human smiled and blushed. As his boyfriend prepared coffee, he pondered what to say after last night. By the time Dwayne sat down with a full mug, he was still unsure what exactly to tell the wolf.

Gris reached out, putting his hand on the center of the table, and Dwayne placed his paw on top of it. Then the human pondered for a moment, trying to find what words to say first. Finally, he said, “I can’t believe you’re still here.”

“Really?” Dwayne asked.

The human nodded. “I’m so used to people leaving me,” he admitted. “It’s just . . . something I expect.” He sighed. “I thought last night that we were over. That you’d pack up your stuff, or kick me out.”

“Kick /you/ out?!” The wolf scoffed. “You’re not a guest in this house. You’re not some visitor who I can kick out whenever I want—I don’t see you that way, and I never did. You’re my boyfriend, and I want our relationship to work more than anything. So I would never do that to you.”

Gris smiled, squeezing the canine’s soft paw. “Thank you, Dwayne. That makes me . . . really happy.”

“Good,” the wolf replied, smiling gently. “You deserve to be happy, you know.”

“I mean . . . I wouldn’t say I /know/ that, not quite,” Gris admitted.

Dwayne frowned. “What makes you say that?”

The human sighed. “It’s just . . . I don’t know,” he muttered. “I never fully thought happiness was something I really deserved. I like having it—who doesn’t?—but I don’t think I ever believed I was meant to keep it. I thought I was meant to be unhappy in the end, and I didn’t deserve anything other than that because I’m an awful person.”

A realization came to him, and he said it aloud: “Maybe that’s why I never really pursued much treatment for my anxiety—I thought it was my burden to bear for being terrible.” He shook his head sadly. “Now a lot of things make sense. . .”

“But you know you’re not really awful,” Dwayne gently rebutted, “don’t you?”

“For the first time, I’m actually starting to really, /truly/ believe that, at least a little bit,” Gris admitted. “Which is kind of a weird feeling.”

“It’s a good feeling though, isn’t it?” his wolf asked, squeezing his hand.

The human nodded. “Yeah, it is.” He smiled. “I feel a bit lighter than I usually do, and . . . I think that feeling might last? Maybe I’m being optimistic.”

“Optimism is a good thing,” Dwayne reminded him, grinning.

“True. . .” Gris sighed. “Though I don’t know exactly where this is going to take me.”

“Well, life /can/ be hard to predict sometimes, especially when big things happen. But more than anything else, life is an adventure, one you’re well-equipped for. I think you’re going to some good places, babe, and I want to be by your side for those experiences.” Dwayne held up Gris’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I’ll be right here. I promise.”

The human felt himself tearing up again. “Thanks, Dwayne,” he said. “I’m really glad to hear that.”

There was a pause. Gris finally broke the silence by asking, “So . . . what now?”

Dwayne rubbed his chin. “Well, we were going to do another scene today, since it’s Saturday,” he recalled. “But after last night, I don’t blame you if you’d rather do something else.”

Gris looked thoughtful. The wolf continued, “If you’d like, I could just swallow you down for a few hours. I know my stomach is a safe space for you, and it sounds like something you need right now. What do you think of that?”

The human pondered for a moment longer. Then he finally said, “Well, here’s what’s on my mind.

“When I’m in your stomach, I feel like I’m in my own private bubble,” Gris explained. “And that’s definitely something I want to have; last night was really intense.”

“Yeah?” the wolf asked.

“Yeah.” The human nodded. “But. . .

“There’s something else I want, too. If you would be ok with it, of course.”

“Ok, what is it?” Dwayne asked.

“I mean. . .” Gris paused, hesitant to voice his true thoughts, but then decided to say them: “It could help for me to work through some of my feelings in a scene, like we did before. Help lure out any emotions I need to release.” He quickly added, “But we don’t have to, of course.”

“I would be alright with that,” Dwayne replied, nodding. “As long as you’re not pushing yourself; I know last night was a lot.”

“That’s why I want to do it,” Gris explained. “It could help.”

“How so?” Dwayne sounded genuinely curious, and wasn’t accusatory at all, much to the human’s relief.

“Well, when we did it last week, it was me struggling to let out emotions I didn’t know how to voice,” Gris told his boyfriend. “This time, I think it could be helpful for that, but mostly as an . . . affirmation, I guess?”

He sighed. “I’m having trouble finding the words here. But I would love to do a scene with you that captures the love you have for me. Because I’ve honestly never felt so . . . /cared/ for, Dwayne. I just. . .” He groaned. “Ugh, sorry, this isn’t coming out right.”

“Hey, it’s ok; I think I understand what you’re saying.” Dwayne smiled comfortingly and squeezed his hand. "What did you have in mind? I assume you would want something different than what we were originally going to do.”

Gris smiled back. “I would want to keep some of the unwilling elements . . . but I do want some things changed, of course.”

“Let’s discuss it then, and make it perfect for you,” his wolf told him, nodding.

“Ok.”

And so, they parsed through the scene together.

__________

After they finished discussing the details, Gris concluded by saying, “Let’s do that tonight. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” Dwayne agreed. He ran a paw over his belly and grinned. “Now, you said you want to be in my stomach now?”

The human nodded, then timidly asked, “I was hoping I could stay in there until the evening. . . Is that ok?”

“Of course!” the wolf eagerly agreed. He stood from the table, and as Gris was doing the same, he went around and kissed the human’s cheek. “After last night, you could use a nice place to rest. I’m happy to give you that, and have you close to me.”

Gris smiled. “Thanks, babe.”

“Of course.” Dwayne licked his chops, then said, “Now, let’s set you up to be swallowed, shall we?”

A few minutes (and one antacid) later, Gris was sitting on a silver platter on the kitchen table, only in his boxers. Dwayne grinned and grabbed the human’s ankles, promising, “I’ll send you down quick so you can enjoy my gut as much as possible. And you know I’ll keep you safe, babe.”

“Yeah,” the human agreed, grinning. “I know.”

“Good,” the wolf said. He smirked, then exclaimed, “Now, let’s send you down the hatch!”

He opened his maw wide, and shoved Gris’s feet inside. The human let out a happy gasp as first contact occurred, and his skin was licked up by the canine’s active, hungry tongue. Then, his toes were shoved to the back of Dwayne’s throat, and a /GULP/ sent them down the esophagus. Gris felt himself going nonverbal as he relaxed more and more, and the bulge underneath Dwayne’s chin made him smile. He was heading to his favorite place, and he couldn’t be happier.

Dwayne worked quickly, rapidly sucking down more and more of the human. It didn’t take long for Gris’s feet to pop into the spherical, rubbery stomach, and soon, the human’s body was piling inside of the space. Before Gris knew it, only his head was left for the wolf to eat, and he smiled, managing to whisper, “Thank you,” even as it was getting hard to talk.

Dwayne smiled and reached out, gently petting the top of the human’s head. Then, he sucked in Gris’s face, licked it up, and gulped it down, swallowing the rest of the man’s long hair afterwards.

Gris smiled as he traveled down the wolf’s throat, the cylindrical space squeezing gently but firmly around his head. Soon, he popped into the stomach, landing with the rest of his curled-up body, and breathed deeply as he took the familiar space in.

Dwayne’s belly was a glorious place. It had expanded greatly thanks to him, and the wet walls were pressing gently around Gris, holding him firmly and making him feel secure. Groans and growls sounded around the area, emphasizing his existence as the wolf’s filling meal, and making the walls reverberate here and there. The human smiled and hugged his body, settling in comfortably inside of his lover’s beautiful belly.

He loved it here for so many reasons. For one, being food was not a complex task—all he had to do was lay here, and that would keep his boyfriend’s gut nice and full. There was something comforting about the simplicity of it. It was also quiet, a chamber of silence & ambient noise, and was sealed away from the outside world, both of which made it heaven. And finally, most importantly, being cradled and protected by somebody he loved dearly, and who loved him? That was the best feeling in the world. And especially after Dwayne had defied his expectations last night for the better, it felt amazing to be cared for in this way.

Gris closed his eyes and let himself relax. This was going to be a nice time.

For the rest of the day, he drifted in and out of sleep, unwinding in the stomach. Every so often, he would wake up and see a plastic bag of finger food that Dwayne had swallowed for him, and so would consume a meal inside of the belly to make sure he cared for his basic needs. Of course, the wolf would also check on him now and again, but his boyfriend knew Gris went nonverbal when relaxing like this, so would say, “Tap the wall once if you’re alright, twice if you need help, ok?” Gris would tap once, and he also knew that he could tap twice at any time, not just when his lover was checking in. It was nice to be so cared for like this, and knowing that he had an out in case something happened made him feel very safe.

He never knew how much time passed when he was in here—hell, time barely seemed to /exist/ inside of Dwayne’s belly. But eventually, he was woken up by his boyfriend gently poking him from the outside, and the wolf called, “Hey, it’s time to come out, babe. Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Gris said. His voice was quiet from not speaking for so long, and he cleared his throat, getting louder. “I’m ready, babe. You can spit me up.”

“Ok!” Dwayne called. A moment later, there was an all-too-familiar lurch, and Gris was forced upwards, his head sucked into the esophagus. He traveled quickly up his boyfriend’s throat, and entered the mouth with a /pop/, his head plopping onto the back of the wolf’s tongue. The canine gave him a welcoming lick as more of him came out, until he was outside of Dwayne’s mouth entirely. The wolf stretched out his arms to catch Gris, and pretty soon, he was carrying all of the human, who was wet with fluids from his insides.

“Welcome back,” Dwayne told Gris, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Ready to wash up?”

The human nodded. “Yes, please.”

And so, the two of them went in the shower together, and Gris scrubbed the digestive juices off, with Dwayne helping behind him. The human felt himself returning to reality as they did this together—in the stomach, where he was sealed off from the world, his thoughts tended to get fuzzy. But things were getting clear again.

He thought about the scene he and Dwayne had discussed for tonight. “Are you still up for doing what we talked about?” he asked anxiously.

“Of course!” the wolf exclaimed. “I’m definitely ready. What about you?”

“I think I am,” Gris replied. “I’m just a little nervous.”

“About what?” Dwayne asked.

The human hesitated, then admitted, “Just . . . I don’t know, part of me is still waiting for the other shoe to drop. So I’m scared.”

“Well, I promise that’s not going to happen,” the wolf said gently. “Not in a million years.”

Gris smiled. That actually made him feel a little bit better. “Ok. Thank you.”

“Of course.” They finished up in the shower and stepped out, toweling off. “Just remember that you’re the star of tonight’s scene. And if you need to safeword or change anything, it’s all under your control. Ok?”

Gris nodded. In that moment, he felt overwhelming gratitude about what had occurred so far, and for what his lover was going to give him with their scene tonight. “Yeah. Thanks, Dwayne.”

The wolf smooched the top of his head. In response, the human reached out, put his hand on his boyfriend’s muzzle, and kissed the canine. The two of them lingered in that moment together, then parted, both smiling.

“Let’s get ready, hun” Dwayne told him. “I can’t wait to do this scene with you.”

“Me too,” Gris agreed.

The two of them finished toweling off, got dressed, and went to the bedroom.

The two sat down on the bed. Gris was wearing only his boxers; Dwayne was shirtless. “Safeword?” Dwayne asked his lover.

“‘Magenta’,” Gris replied.

“Good boy,” the wolf said, making his boyfriend perk up. “Do you still want to do this scene?”

“Definitely,” the human agreed. “I’m nervous, but . . . I think it’ll be ok.”

“Great.” Dwayne smooched Gris’s forehead. “Safeword immediately if you need to.”

“I will, babe.”

“Ok.” The wolf grinned. “Get in position, and let the show begin.”

Gris nodded, then obeyed.

Gris laid down, putting his head on Dwayne's lap, then closed his eyes. The wolf leaned back against the headboard, then gently put his hand on the human's face. "Wake up, cutie," the canine ordered in a low growl.

Gris obeyed, opening his eyes and sitting up as if he had woken up from a long sleep. "W-What?" he muttered, looking around the bedroom. "Where am I?" He spun around to face the one who had been speaking to him, and found himself looking at a large gray wolf, with blue eyes that were burning into him. "Who are you?!" he asked, alarmed.

"My name doesn't matter," the canine replied, giving him a smile that came off as sinister to Gris. "Yours, on the other hand. . . I know who you are. You're Gris, aren't you?"

"Y-Yeah," the human confirmed cautiously. "How do you know that? Do you know me?"

"That's right," the wolf told him. "For you see, I've been watching you for a very long time, my dear. . ."

"S-So you're some kind of stalker?!" Gris asked, alarmed.

"That's quite a crude word," the canine rebutted. "I'm simply somebody who . . . admires you, deeply." He took Gris's hand and kissed it. "I know you better than anybody in the world. And tonight, I want to prove my affection to you."

Gris hesitated, looking unsure. Then, he nodded, agreeing to go along with this. "Ok," he agreed. "I'm listening. . ."

"Good boy," the wolf praised him.

That made Gris smile, and he felt the need to tease his stalker, asking, "What, did you even know about my praise kink?"

"Of course," the canine replied, chuckling. "I know everything about you, after all." His face became a bit more serious, and he reached out, cupping the human's cheek. "And I know that you've been going through a hard time recently, too . . . poor thing."

Gris nodded, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, I have," he admitted.

"Well, you don't have to worry," the wolf promised him. "I'm here to make it all better, dear one. Lie back on my lap for me, ok?"

The human nodded, and did so. He looked up at his stalker, who gave him a comforting smile and pet his head, running gentle fingers through his hair. "There we are," the canine purred. "Lean back and relax. I'm here to take care of you."

The wolf leaned down and planted a gentle kiss in Gris's face, then another, then another, starting at the human's forehead and going down. When he reached Gris's lips, he gave them a long, gentle smooch. Upon separating, he smiled and told the subject of his affection, "You're not a burden. You never were."

Gris had known his boyfriend was going to say that, but hearing it here in the scene hit him harder than he had expected. Tears burst out of his eyes and he sniffled, "R-Really?"

"Yes," the wolf said, giving him a loving lick on the forehead. "It's true, dearest."

Gris continued to cry as the canine continued to kiss him. After repositioning the human's head so that it was lying on a pillow, the wolf went next to him and let those smooches travel down his body. All the while, the stalker continued to say affirming things, telling him, "I love you so much, and I'm proud of you," and, "You've come so far, and it's amazing," and, "Don't forget that I care about you do much," and, "I treasure every moment we get to spend together," and, "I would never just let you go on a whim--I value you too much to let you get away so easily."

Gris smiled, wiping the tears off of his face. It comforted him to know that outside of this scene, Dwayne really meant those words. He loved a good unwilling scene with off-putting vibes, but the real feelings made a strong foundation that he found very calming.

He smiled and leaned up, kissing the wolf's chin as it came near him. "Thank you," he whispered.

“You’re welcome,” the canine replied. “You’re so very welcome.” He leaned down and asked, “May I kiss you again?”

“I’d love that,” Gris murmured, and to their lips came together. The smooch felt like a deep connection, and the human almost didn’t want to part. But it had to end eventually, and when the two retreated from each other, he let out a sigh. He wanted to connect with the canine even more—and soon, he would get his wish.

“You’re so beautiful,” the stalker murmured. “Actually meeting you like this makes me want to keep you all to myself. . .”

Gris could hear the canine’s stomach growling behind him, and he smiled, reaching up and poking it with one finger. “You want me in there?” he asked.

“More than anything,” the wolf replied.

The human smiled and went back a bit, so he could lean his ear against the canine’s rumbling tummy. “Yeah?” he asked. “Tell me more . . . please?”

“Of course,” his stalker agreed, smiling. As the gut continued to grumble, the wolf elaborated on his fantasies, saying, “I want to lick all of you, savor how delicious you are, see how wonderful the person I love tastes. Then, I would swallow you whole, slowly savoring you as I send you down to my belly, watching it expand with you inside. Soon, all of you would be in there, utterly filling me up.

“Then I would digest you,” the canine continued. “My stomach would melt you down in the loveliest way, gently reducing you so that the two of us can become one. Once you turn into nutrients for me, you’d be absorbed into my body, and we would be together, forever, inseparable for the rest of time.

“I love you that much, Gris. I love you so much, that I want to keep you with me forever.”

The human nodded. Others may have seen the stalker’s intent as cruel and sadistic. But here, in this scene, he found it beautiful. “I would love that,” he whispered. “I would love to be part of you . . . part of somebody who loves me so much.”

He looked up at the wolf with pleading eyes, and kissed the surface of the hungry stomach. “Please make me part of you. Please eat me.”

The stalker’s face lit up with delight. “Of course, my dear,” he agreed. “I’m so glad you want this, too.

“I don’t want to waste any time. Let me taste you, and then I’ll swallow you whole.”

Dwayne gently pushed Gris’s head away from his belly, which made the human let out a pouty whine. “Now now, don’t worry,” the wolf cooed. “You’ll be inside of there soon enough. But first, I want to sample my wonderful treat. . .”

He repositioned them so that he was kneeling next to his prey, who looked up at him eagerly. Then, the stalker leaned down, stuck out his tongue, and placed it on Gris’s chest, swirling it around the area.

The wolf paid special attention to the human’s top surgery scars, which made Gris smile. He felt affirmed and cared for deeply when Dwayne did that, and that feeling, on top of knowing he was being so lovingly tasted, was absolutely /amazing/. . .

The stalker lapped up Gris’s chest until the entire area was covered in drool, then moved down to the stomach, licking that up too. The human giggled—he was a bit ticklish down there—as he was sampled even more, and the wolf’s licks became faster, more frantic, and more eager. After that he moved to Gris’s arms, and once those were drenched, he lapped up the prey’s legs as well. Soon enough, the human was completely soaked in drool.

The wolf brought his head up and looked in the human’s eyes. “You’re amazing,” he whispered to Gris. He looked like a hungry dragon, triumphantly admiring his hoard. “Absolutely stunning. . . You’re sure I can really have you?”

Gris smiled. “Of course,” he replied. “I know how much you love me. If anyone should have me, it should be you.”

The stalker smiled, blushing. “Thank you,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to feel you inside my belly. . .”

He went in front of Gris’s feet and wrapped his hands around the human’s ankles. Then, he stuffed them into his maw, and the feeding began.

Gris whimpered with desire as the wolf rapidly devoured him, the tongue giving rapid licks before the throat forced him down bit by bit. He was quickly sent down the canine’s throat, and he loved the way it squeezed around his body, trapping him and making it known that he belonged to somebody else. Somebody who desired him more than anybody else in the world. . .

His feet soon poked inside of the stalker’s stomach, and more of his body soon fell inside. Gris smiled as he piled in the belly, which gurgled loudly as he came inside. It didn’t take long for his head to be the only part of him poking outside of Dwayne—the rest of him had been eaten by the loving wolf.

“Thank you,” Gris told the stalker. “Thank you for making me yours. . .”

“The honor is mine,” the canine assured him. “Truly, I can’t wait to have all of you. Hold on tight, dearest!”

He sucked the human’s head into his mouth and licked it up. Then, a loud /GULP/ sucked it down, and Gris traveled down the tight throat, soon landing inside the belly. He curled up with the rest of his body, smiling. He was finally where he truly belonged.

Gris snuggled up in the stomach, smiling and listening to the gut growl loudly around him. He put a hand on one of the walls, feeling it vibrate, and felt the wolf outside put a paw on the same place. The human blushed, then said, “Hey, magenta: pause for a second.”

“Ok,” Dwayne said, breaking character as he momentarily stopped the performance. “Are you ok, babe? Talk to me. Do you need me to let you out?”

“I’m fine,” Gris replied. “I don’t need out. I just, um . . . I just wanted to say thanks. For this. I needed it.”

“Of course,” the canine said, his voice gentle and kind. “I’m glad this can help you.”

“Me too,” the human agreed. He sighed. “I had so many negative experiences with predators in my past. So many awful things happened with other people. But with you, I feel safe; I know nothing bad is going to happen. And more than that, I know you really care about me.”

Gris felt Dwayne hug his belly; the wolf’s arms pressed against the outside, squeezing the belly walls tenderly against him. “I love you so much, babe,” the canine told him.

“I love you too,” the human replied, putting his hand against the stomach.

They stayed like that for quite a while. Finally, Gris said, “I think I’m ready to resume now. What do you think?”

“Sounds good,” Dwayne agreed. He released his midsection. “Ok, I’m ready. Good to go?”

“Good to go.”

When the wolf spoke again, the stalker was back. “How are you feeling in there, Gris?” he asked.

“Good,” the human replied. “Your stomach feels amazing. I can’t wait for it to claim me. . .”

“I’m excited for that, too,” Dwayne agreed. “Though . . . until digestion decides to start, perhaps I can give you something nice in there?”

“Like what?” Gris asked curiously.

The canine smiled. “Some well-deserved fun, my good boy. I know what turns you on, and I can give you that in the place you love most. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please!” the human agreed. “I would /love/ that.”

“Good boy.” The wolf paused for a moment. When he spoke next, his voice was full of desire, and sweetly seductive. “Look how precious my food is inside of me. . . He made such a fantastic meal, and is giving me just the nicest bulge in my belly. To think that soon he’s going to be broken down inside of me, become one with my body. . . It’s truly an amazing thought.”

Gris whimpered, reaching between his legs and touching his vagina through his boxers. “Keep going,” he begged. “Please. . .”

The stalker smiled, and turned up the charm. “You’re going to be melted down by my stomach,” he said, running his hands across the bloated belly. “That’s what I’ve always dreamed of. For so long, I’ve longed for my body to make you one with me, to reduce you down so that you can merge with me. Once you and I are one, we’ll be together forever, Gris."

“Yes. . .” the human gasped, pressing his thumb against his clit. “Keep going. . .”

“My stomach isn’t merciful, you know,” the wolf continued. “It can be rough to the things inside it, because it just senses food. But I know you’re more than a meal. Even if digestion may be painful, I hope you can see my gentle intent behind it, love. Think of it as a long process to get to us locked forever in an embrace.”

Something came to Gris's mind, taking him out of the scene but he quickly shoved the thought away. He couldn’t say that, especially right now! Instead, as he approached climax, he asked. “When you shit me out tomorrow, what will you be thinking then?”

“I’ll know that even if some of your physical remains became my waste, most of them became one with me,” the canine answered. “I’ll consider that disposal the proof that you truly melded with me, that you were my satisfied, wonderful meal, and that we are together at last.”

The human orgasmed with an aroused cry, fluids squirting inside of his underwear as he reached euphoric levels. He was on cloud-nine for a beautiful moment, and even as things settled down and he evened out, he still felt amazing. Gris snuggled against the stomach walls, pressing against them as they gurgled loudly around his body.

“Looks like the process is beginning,” the stalker murmured. “Soon, my lovely meal. Soon, we’ll be one.”

The human rested his head against the wet wall behind him. He knew that digestion wasn’t truly beginning, as the antacid had assured that. But he reveled in the fantasy of finally being reduced by a hungry gut, especially by the person he loved most.

Gris closed his eyes with a smile. Soon, he was fast asleep.

_______

“Gris? Hello?”

Gris opened his eyes and blinked, adjusting to his surroundings as he remembered where he currently was. Dwayne was poking at the stomach to wake him, and the wolf called out, “The timer went off; it’s time to get you out. Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” the human replied, still feeling a bit groggy. “You can spit me up.”

“Ok, great.”

There was a lurch, and Gris was pulled up into the throat, traveling up the esophagus as he was regurgitated. His head soon popped into Dwayne’s mouth, landing on the canine’s tongue, and he was then spit out bit by bit. He landed on a towel on the bed, and when all of him was out, he lay there for a moment, smiling as memories of the scene came back to him.

“How are you feeling?” Dwayne asked, leaning down and giving him a kiss. “Feeling ok?”

Gris sat up and nodded. “I feel great,” he said, smiling. “That was a really good scene; it made me feel so loved and protected. And I appreciate you doing that for me.”

“Of course,” the wolf replied. “I care for you so much. I’m glad I could help you feel safe. You deserve that.”

He kissed Gris’s forehead, then suggested, “Now, should we get you cleaned up?”

“Yeah,” the human agreed. “That sounds good.”

They showered together, and Gris found himself reviewing the events of the past two days, going over it a few times in his head. What had been his worst nightmare had happened: Dwayne had seen hidden parts of him he had wanted to keep in the dark. And things had gone far better than he ever expected in that situation: his partner had listened to him, and given him what he needed in the bedroom.

However, there was one thing that had come up during the scene that he hadn’t brought up. And he wanted to talk about it with his partner.

“Hey, can we go to the kitchen after this?” Gris asked as they stepped out of the shower. “There’s something I want to tell you.”

“Is everything ok?” Dwayne asked.

“I think so,” the human replied. “Just . . . something came up during the scene for me that I want to talk about.”

“Ok,” the wolf said, kissing him on the cheek.

The two dried off, got dressed, and went to their kitchen. Dwayne made them both tea, and they sat down at the table.

Gris took a sip of his drink, feeling a bit scared of what he wanted to discuss. He had never imagined bringing this up, not in his wildest dreams or worst nightmares. But things had gone well so far, so he felt like his boyfriend would be understanding. He had a lot of faith in that, considering everything that had happened.

“In the stalker scene, when you were talking about digesting me, something else came up in my brain,” the human explained. “It kinda knocked me out of it for a second. And I had thought of bringing it into our roleplay, but I was too scared. It just . . . felt too fucked up. But I want to be honest with you, so I want you to know about it.”

Dwayne reached over and took his hand. “Alright. What is it?” the wolf asked.

Gris swallowed hard, then confessed. “Over the years, I’ve been hurt majorly by a few people,” he said, “with Kyra being one of them. And sometimes . . . s-sometimes I have these dark thoughts about it.” He sighed. “I know I shouldn’t, but it’s true.”

“Considering what you’ve gone through, that’s understandable, isn’t it?” Dwayne gently pointed out. “Not to mention, we all have dark thoughts. That’s totally normal, babe.”

“I know, but. . .” Gris hesitated, then let it out. “B-But it makes its way into vore sometimes, in ways that are kind of messed up. Like . . . I have this reoccurring thing I imagine when I’m in my absolutely worst moments because of things people did to fuck me up. I-I imagine that a predator’s wolfed them down, and they’re going to digest, and the pred just p-presses my ear against the growling stomach, talking about how they can’t hurt me anymore and they’ll never hurt me again.”

Dwayne nodded. Gris couldn’t tell what his partner was thinking from the flat expression, but he continued on anyway. “I know it’s super messed up, because I’m fantasizing about people in these fatal scenarios—it just feels so wrong,” he admitted. “And when you were talking about swallowing me, it came to my head again. I wanted to ask you if after I became one with you, you’d go after Kyra and. . .” He shook his head, turning away. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I know it’s—"

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize,” Dwayne reassured him, squeezing his hand. He gave the human a comforting smile. “It sounds like those kinds of thoughts have been very soothing for you.”

Gris hadn’t been expecting that, and he looked up at his boyfriend. “I mean . . . yeah, they have been,” he confessed. “In the worst times, those fantasies helped me cope. Especially after a really bad trigger knocked the wind out of me.”

The wolf nodded. “Like I said, we all have our dark thoughts,” he told the human. “Sometimes we need those darker fantasies to help get us through life. I understand why you would want not as much revenge, but for people to stop hurting you.” He smiled. “Though maybe revenge too, perhaps?”

Gris chuckled, despite himself. “Yeah . . . though wanting people to stop hurting me, that’s pretty accurate,” he admitted. “I never really thought of it like that.”

“Yeah, it makes sense,” Dwayne assured him. “Look, I know they’re just dark fantasies, and you would never actually hurt anyone. They’re normal, and you’re not fucked up for having them. And I don’t judge you for having thoughts like that. I promise, babe.”

Hearing that took a weight off of Gris’s chest, and he let out a big sigh of relief. “That. . . That’s good to know,” he told the wolf. “Thank you. That really helps.”

Dwayne smiled. “Good, good. I’m glad to hear that, love.”

Gris smiled back, Then he said with a giggle, “So, should we finish our tea? Then I want to snuggle in bed for a bit, if that’s ok?”

The canine nodded, grinning wider. “Sounds great to me.”

And so, the two of them sipped their mugs, chatting as they did so. Once the drinks were done, they headed upstairs, and got close in bed together.

 As they sat together, Dwayne suggested they game together, and Gris readily agreed. So the wolf pulled out his Nintendo Switch and opened his /Animal Crossing/ save, playing with a furry arm around the human. Gris watched with a smile as the wolf navigated through the lovely island—it perfectly reflected Dwayne’s fitness trainer career, and captured the loving kindness within him, too. Truly a sight to behold.

The two of them quietly played together, with Gris offering suggestions as Dwayne navigated the island. Soon the two of them were doing a running commentary as the wolf played the game, joking & laughing together throughout. It helped calm Gris quite a bit, and he relaxed next to his boyfriend with a smile.

The human thought over everything that had happened. He had believed that once Dwayne saw his inner darkness, their relationship would be completely over. Instead, the two of them felt closer than they had ever been before, their bond strengthened by what had occurred.

He loved the wolf more than ever, and as he thought about the future, he remembered what he had said, about how he hadn’t been seeking anxiety treatment due to thinking he deserved to suffer. Gris made a mental note to look for a therapist in the morning, and try to see what he could do to help himself—that surely wouldn’t be an easy journey, but it could be a good start.

The human snuggled next to his boyfriend and smiled. “Love you,” he murmured to the wolf.

Dwayne kissed the top of his head and said, Love you too, babe.”

They were far from over. This marked a new beginning. And Gris couldn’t wait to see where things went from here.

 
~the end~