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#i have wanted to do smth with pred Rook for a while so thanks for this
vorish-wonderland · 1 year
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Hi! Rook is so dramatic and loves hunting, so I think he’d be a great pred. How about something where Rook hunts down tiny Epel? Maybe with intentional or unintentional fearplay (Epel misunderstanding Rook/thinking he isn’t safe)? Could be Beansday themed or not?
beansday? you mean the perfect scenario for smth like this? oh, that I can do...
Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, fearplay
✮✶The Hunter Hungers✶✮
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Epel realized what had just happened.
Someone... did someone just use magic on him?!
"But... I thought they said..." Epel said to himself, a hand on his forehead. "I guess I just gotta... keep going." He sighed. He looked around, and then realized something. "That's weird... that tree looks a lot... bigger than before..."
Epel stood up, and re-assessed the size of the tree.
"Huh. That tree is definitely bigger than before..." Epel said to himself, before looking around more. "...all of the trees are bigger than before... and so's that mushroom, and..."
That's when it clicked in Epel's head.
"SOMEONE SHRUNK ME!"
Epel decided to find somewhere to hide while he could try to figure out what to do from here...
But little did he know, a certain someone on the monster team had already seen him.
Epel tried to think of what he could do... nothing really came to mind.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed above him.
"Seven dammit..." Epel whispered to himself.
"Bonjour, bonjour Monsieur Pommette! Are you enjoying Beansday so far~?"
Epel flinched the moment he heard that voice. Oh, anybody but him, please...
"Though you seem to be much smaller than I remember... what could have happened to you?" Rook asked as he grabbed Epel. "You do know that magic is forbidden, don't you?"
"It wasn't me! I dunno who did it but somebody shrunk me, and now I'm stuck like this!" Epel yelled. "Now can ya put me down?!"
"And why would I do that? The monsters have to capture the famers, correct? Monsieur Pommete... are you aware of what team you are on?"
"...FINE! Sure. You captured me. Good. Can you let me go now so I can go to the gym?"
"At that size?" Rook asked. "Oh no... no no, I simply cannot let that happen." Rook smiled in a way that made Epel weary of what was to come. "Perhaps... I should keep you somewhere safe until the end of Beansday?"
"What... are you talking about?"
"I do enjoy apples. Do you taste like one?" Rook asked. "I wonder why some people have the desire to eat others... why do some humans have predator instincts while some don't? It makes no sense. It makes sense for beastmen and merfolk, and perhaps even fae, but there's seemingly no reason for humans to have these instincts. But perhaps I'm wrong... maybe there is a reason for some humans to be predators, but whatever the reason is we'll never know." Rook contently sighed. "Such is le beau mystère de l'humanité."
"I've got a mister de whatever for ya! Why do you always talk like this? Why do you never drop the act for anythi-"
Epel was suddenly dropped.
Dropped, straight into Rook's open mouth.
"WHAT THE FU-"
"Language, Monsieur Pommette~!"
Rook placed a hand on his neck, and then swallowed the shrunken Epel.
"Ah! How wonderful! What a delightful flavour you were, Monsieur Pommette~!" He sighed contently. "And now, the poor little farmer is stuck in the stomach of a giant monster! Mon dieu, whatever can the farmer do~?"
Rook grabbed his capture weapon once more, and continued on his way.
"ROOK!" Epel yelled, punching the slimy squishy walls. "ROOK, GET ME OUT! I'LL TELL VIL IF YOU DON'T!"
"Vil? I'm not sure how you think you can tell Vil from your current position~" Rook laughed. "I apologize, but I'm not letting you out, Monsieur Pommette... though, struggle all you'd like. Perhaps if you struggle enough I'll decide to let you out? But do remember you have... limited time."
...
No, there's no way Rook really means that...
Right...?
"Rook, you're not going to kill me, are you?!"
"Who's to say~?"
Epel bit into the lining of his upperclassman's stomach.
"...that doesn't hurt as much as you probably think it does, Monsieur Pommette." Rook said, feeling almost slightly embarrassed for Epel.
Epel didn't stop struggling for even a single second. For all of twenty minutes, Epel kept struggling against Rook.
"Hm... you're good at fighting, I'll give you that, but... unfortunately, your time is up in there."
"What?! This ain't fair! It ain't fair at all!!" Epel yelled. "You're gonna kill me because someone messed with me?!"
"Huh? Whenever did I say I was going to kill you?" Rook asked. "No, your time in there is up because we've reached the gym!"
"...what?"
"At that size, there was no way you'd be able to make it to the gym unharmed. I was simply giving you a ride!"
Epel couldn't think of anything to say.
"Je suis désolé, Monsieur Pommette."
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