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Hook, Line, and Sinker By TheSoftie -- Report

Meanwhile, Pearl was finishing off her own lunch, hungrily slurping up Callie’s weakly flailing legs as her belly filled out, soon forcing her to lean back as it grew larger and heavier than the rest of her body. The outline of an upside-down, curled-up inkling pushed out against her midsection, shaking with quiet sobs and whimpers as she faced the reality of being nothing but food, soaked in stomach acid and surrounded by thick walls of flesh on all sides. She wasn’t actually moving all that much, but her arrival in Pearl’s belly pushed out more than a little air to make as much room as possible for the huge meal, all of which came out in one raucous, ear-splitting—

HHOOUURR-ROOOUURRRPPPPHHH!




I'm not sure if I've had the core concept for a story shift as much in the process of writing as I did with this one. I knew I wanted to play around with both pred and prey willingness, but at first the idea was basically just Pearl being upset because of getting a willing prey that wouldn't struggle, and Marina being upset because of her prey turning unwilling and struggling a lot. I think where it ended up going is a lot more fun, though!

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Just as he stood to leave, already turning away from Mabel toward the door, hoping to put the entire incident out of his mind until he had to figure out what was going on, he felt her snatch his wrist—her grip not painfully tight, but still unyieldingly firm. Before he could react, he felt her other hand wrap around his shoulders, the sensation of fabric and cold metal against his neck sending shivers down his spine.

“Aww, don’t you wanna stay a little longer?” she breathed, her embrace tightening, refusing to let him move despite his squirms and his unmistakable whimpers of rapidly growing fear. “C’mon, little Dipper…you didn’t really think I’d let you go, did you?”

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