When it comes to digestion, the best moment is the final shudder as that last bit of solid is converted to liquid. When the belly becomes a squishy, gently rolling water bed.
Mmmph~. All mine.
Perhaps the most Zen thing one can do is to get digested. Abandoning all earthly possessions and cares. No more ego. Becoming one with the universe. Feeling that cosmic, rhythmic heartbeat.
So, anyways. Mind if I help you 'convert'? 😘
Pred showing off photo album, failing to mention it's of furs they've eaten.
"Who's that?"
"Hrm. I don't remember any more."
*pages later*
"... How come there aren't any repeat pictures of anybody?"
"Uh."
"And why do you keep referring to everybody in the past tense?"
"UM."
When it comes to roleplay, I gotta have MEAT!
Mood
Energy
Affection
Time
Most saliently, legitimate affection isn't something that happens overnight. I want to be invested in a partner, in all the right ways. Thanks for understanding! <3
Thesis Statement: You should let me eat you.
Supporting Argument
#1
: I'm hungry.
Supporting Argument
#2
: You're food.
Supporting Argument
#3
: You probably want it anyways.
Supporting Argument
#4
: You will make a *lovely* belly.
Conclusion: *points at you, then points at my maw*
After years and years of being playfully teased without getting ate, prey hypnotizes their preferred pred into opening wide and swallowing them down. Pred confused and flustered by the time they snap out of it.
(... I want this to happen to me. I'm so bad about eating folks!)
Prey in a stomach being obscured and silenced as the organ fills with clear, but opaque liquid.
With time, the liquid changes colors and 'designs' to match the meal. And then the liquid, all at once, starts to flow, gurgle, and twist into the intestines. Nothing left behind.
Prey inside gut getting pasta dumped on them from above.
"Uh oh..."
... they say, trying to discern what just slopped on top of them in the darkness. Holding the torus-shaped noodles, they squint, thinking to themselves and then confirming out loud:
"𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑠."
Friend: "Hey, you ever eaten a kumquat?"
Me: "Hrm, can't say that I have."
F: "What about a star fruit?"
M: "Nope, just in frozen juice things."
F: "Date?"
M: "Hoho, have I *ever*."
*pats tum in blissful reverie while friend's expression changes to a look of dawning concern*
The results are in: preyfolk are *most* likely to get eaten the day before their birthday.
Preds just *love* preventing somebody from officially leveling up. Gosh, and they almost made it, too!
(Bonus: saves on gift money).
Pred, throwing open window at 2AM: "If you wolves howl ONE MORE TIME, so help me, I will come out there and eat every last one of you!"
Wolf A, to Wolf B: "Fuck, he'll do it, too."
Wolf B: Smiles mischievously, gets ready to howl
Many, if not most, friendships eventually drift apart. Either by circumstance, distance, busyness, or personality changes.
But *eating* a friend? That's forever. ~<3