As a gift very good friend EnglishWeasel wrote a story featuring Delirio and Wes based on a lil idea I had a while ago!
DatBlangry drew this image inspired by the story and to help attract more readers!

Weasel is approachable for commissioned stories if you like this and is a lovely guy!


Anywho here you go:

I don’t go out much, I don’t know many people, but I need to...I need to do this..for me...things will be different.

That was the mantra that kept in his head, with each step it played over once more. His entire life had been spent in apprehension, unsure of every single choice, every action and every word he spoke. As he slowly shuffled down the side of the roadway, keeping his eyes to the floor as he glances past the small bits of detritus all strewn about on the direction his “new friend” from the previous night had given to his home. Wes was never normally one to go out so late at night on a whim; or never one to follow directions from a stranger or even one to consider such an outright dangerous scenario. Yet still, he had come to know that most of his life had been spent being cast into the whims of fate and all he truly could do was try his best. In a way, this was new, a way that he could take command of his life by going against the instincts which had steered him against his will so many times before. Arriving at what looked to be a small building at the corner of town, streetlights flicked and animals bellowed into the night as a means of drowning out the occasional ear-piercing bang coming from the other homes nearby. With few small knocks, subconsciously scraping his knuckle against the door he lightly swayed back and forth awaiting for some sort of response, catching the eye of a yellow paper tossed aside on the floor, a large CONDEMNED in bright red lettering.

The door slowly creaks open as the hinges grind against one another, a clawed hand sprouting from the sleeve of a telltale vibrant jacket slowly emerges from the pitch darkness inside.
Well, ya showed up...how’s about we have some fun~
Oh..um….sure I guess
The beckoning hand quickly grips onto Wes’ wrist and pulls him into the depths of a dilapidated hovel of a home, littered with blacklights and posters along the halls haphazardly hung up with a hammer and nails, the drywall barely maintaining it’s own structural integrity, almost as if the entire area was set up in a rush. There was always a strange sense of urgency with this man, what little Wes knew of Delirio was punctuated by his actions, every single one deliberate and calculated yet erratic and spontaneous. Seeing Delirio conduct himself both privately and publicly was akin to watching a beauteous ballet recital whilst the dancers were being shot at with a pellet gun. Nearly lifted off his feet, they had entered the kitchen, the linoleum floors reflecting the dim lights overhead as a subtle tacking occurred on his feet from the unclean surface underneath. The mysterious host seemed to shove him backwards onto a chair by the small table beside it as he rifled through the drawers.
I.. don’t need a drink or anything, really I’m fine
I would beg to differ, that’s not the Wes I know.
Forgive me, but I don’t know what you mean.
That’s not the sound of the guy I met last night in the slightest...I saw something in that guy... it was exhilarating, primal and fascinating. When I saw ya last night I knew there was something incredible about ya, I just HAD to have ya come over.

Wes certainly was not one that people would describe as exhilarating, he wasn’t even used to such compliments before. Somewhat taken aback by the forwardness of his host, he shifts in his seat in silence.
There’s no need to get flustered, I mean what I say. You have such potential and quite a lot going for you if I say so myself. Assured... driven... hungry.

Wes lightly pulled at his collar, the entertainer he had only spoke with for a few hours the night before was already fawning over him as if they were lifelong friends. Curiosity aside, even he couldn’t help but get a bit lost in the moment from the attention he was being lavished with.

You certainly must be talking about someone else...I don’t really like to stand out.
I know exactly who I’m talking about, just like I know how you know what I’m talking about…

Delirio turns to his guest, a haunting phosphorescent smile painted over his face as the subtle glow of the lights are supplemented by the warm organic glow of his teeth. Sitting across his visitor, he clasps his claws in a dome in the direct centre of the table. Wes was unsure of where he was leading, the only cue in sight was the deep violet glow of his eyes as his claws unfurled from the table to reveal a very small grey furred wolf with its tail trapped against the table and a firmly pressed finger. Glaring nervously at the small, fragile life before him at the mercy of the whims of his host, he slowly began to connect the dots of what he had meant from his prior remark.
W-what are you going to do with th-

Quickly inverting the position of his claws, Delirio grips onto the miniscule creature and splays it over his tongue as a squeak of panic emerges from it’s flailing body. Lightly toying with his captive along the sides of his lumous maw before shutting his jaws and tightly gripping back onto Wes’ wrist. Lifting up his arm and placing his hand against his throat, he takes advantage of his guest’s catatonic disturbia as a slow, wet gulp trails from the back of his throat and down his gullet. Wes could not help but shudder as his fingers brushed and pressed against the small wriggling bulge underneath his hand. Delirio moved his guest’s trembling hand like an emotionally abusive ouija board down the trail of the micro as it slid downwards, eventually settling with a quiet splash in his waiting stomach, teasingly pressing the unwilling hand against his midsection, delighting in the bewilderment plastered over his visage. With his hand released, Wes recoiled backwards in his seat as Delirio focused his vermillion gaze onto him.

I..wha...why did you do that?
To give you an idea of what’s happening next.
Wes’ entire body tensed, fearing what was about to come as countless scenarios flashed through his mind before another micro was placed in front of him.
Your turn...
What? NO! That’s..that’s wrong..that’s a life there.
All food is life.
I really shouldn’t...it’s...it’s..
You need to loosen up, it’s not as bad as ya think, let me show you.

In the space of nearly a second, the loose micro was scooped up and stuffed down Wes’ unwilling throat. Clasping against his trachea to hold back the natural reflex to swallow, the panicked houseguest was quickly met by an opposing force against his muzzle and nostrils, halting any attempt at breathing as the twisted smile of his captor glinted against the soft lighting. It felt like an eternity, the pain that was surging through his body was almost too great to bear as he succumbed to his need for oxygen. He swallowed and attempted to pry off Delirio’s hands which left shortly after, a wash of terror, guilt and shame dredging over his body.
There, was that so hard?
I’m going to be sick...
Relax, you’re overreacting. Those little things barely even know where they are, it’s like eating a chicken, or an amoeba with a facial tic.
I could see...it’s
It’s, exactly. You would’ve said he or she if it was an actual person, am I right?
I guess so but...it’s so jarring.
It’s something you get used to, and someone like you I think will get used to it pretty quickly.

Wes was unsure of what to think, everything he had been taught about common decency was being flown right over this man’s head as he casually discussed something he was so repulsed by a mere few moments ago. Delirio gripped onto his shoulder in a tight, affirmative grasp, something very unfamiliar to him considering his far less than active social life. Slight abrasiveness aside, it was a strangely nice feeling, it was as if he was slowly making a friend of the bizarrely transfixing polychromatic being before him.

So? How’s about another?
Delirio plucked another micro from underneath the table and hung it perpendicular to the nose of his guest, gently swaying with the light force of excitedly twitching wrist.
I don’t know. I feel like one should be good.
Come on... what’s a couple of micros between friends?

His eyes flicker a vibrant green whilst feigning a disappointed tone. Still unsure about the whole ordeal, Wes was in no position to pass up friends, albeit hesitantly he picked up the micro from his grip and carefully slid it down his gullet with a slow gulp. Delirio watched with eager exhilaration as he mentally traced the steady peristaltic motion of the micro leading down to the nervous stomach. Wes pinches along the crest of his snout in contemplation of what he has just done, glancing to his host.

There we go buddy, now let’s have some real fun shall we?
At that point the night took off, both were lost in each other's company as they spoke for hours on end, Delirio taking every opportunity he can to get a few more micros inside of his new friend’s belly. As the night went on, things began to slow down as breaths became heavy, buttons became undone and the prominent sensation of wriggling trilling up and down his gut managed to briefly snap Wes back into his base state of mind as the pressure in his middle became great enough to lightly lurch him onto his back, resting along the mattress on the floor of the sitting room. His vision was notably obscured in regards to his lower body as his sizable middle eclipsed most of his direct line of vision, the only visibility being a large writhing mass of fur and stress undulating under its own immense strain. Completely supine, Wes was caught off guard by a familiar grip caressing the side of his stomach, lightly working along and against its curvature in small circular rubbing motions.

I can’t believe I did this.. I’ve never done anything like this before.
This was the potential I was talking about. I knew you had it in you, and now you most certainly do. All of this is going to work its way down into nutrients and make you much stronger for it, just like a predator should.

Delirio went to drag his lengthy purple tongue across the expanse of the white furred belly, nuzzling his snout against Wes’ navel as his digits travelled along his sides in a vigorous massage to aid in breaking down the lively meal. The “predator” himself was gripped in far more than just confusion as he found himself relinquishing to the desires of his host as he shifted over him every few moments before returning back to pawing over his exposed midriff. Resting his rump on his overstuffed victim’s chest, he notices a small twinge of pain from the dissociative pressure. With a gleeful grin at the state of his guest, he flicks his tail by Wes’ cheek, revealing his complete face under his folded green mohawk.
You know...this actually doesn’t feel too bad.
He smiles meekly, looking upwards towards his host.
See? I told ya you’d enjoy it, you’re a natural!
Heh..I suppose, but I’d never be able to do something like this to actual people of course.
I’m willing to bet that you can, in fact I know you can.
W-what makes you say that?
Considering I saw you do it to...hmm.. I’d say at least fifty people already if I haven’t lost count.

His blood ran cold as his spine arced in shock in realization to the horrors of what he has done at the influence of his new friend. Attempting to work against the force of his gut holding him down he tried to no avail in sitting upright, in realization that his wrists and legs had been fastened to the floor.

Why are you doing!? Let me go!
Now why would I do that? There is still plenty more to enjoy... just relax okay?
In a fit of desperation to try to save at least a few of the lives still wriggling about in his gut, he starts retching only to be met with a tie around his muzzle, shutting his mouth to only allow for a few pitiful whimpers. Delirio proceeded to stroke along the working stomach as dozens of micros slowly sink down into the mass of white fur lightly jostling up and down from the heaving brought on by his victim’s weeping. Wes’ futile struggling eventually became too much to bear along with the gentle kneading of his flesh from Delirio as he seemed to eventually fade into an exhaustive sleep.

Why did I go out? How did I meet this man? What have I done? Why did I think things would be different….

That very same unfortunate mantra played through his mind all throughout the night as he awoke with his limbs freed and his captor missing, the posters and blacklights all missing, only leaving large, irregular holes all along the walls.
This….wasn’t even his house…

He guiltily paws along the softened remainder of last night’s dreadful meal, every last moment he spent in that home was met with terrible flashes of all those that he had caused such grief and fear. Even after everything was gone, he still felt just as heavy as he did the night before, a few small tears trail down his left cheek as he moved his way to and out the front door.

HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?

Oh…. um…sorry... I can explain..

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