Gris & Dwayne's Voretober 2022: Day 27 to 30

Previous Chapter: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49549402/ or https://aryion.com/g4/view/834370

I’m a bit behind on posting, so here’s a few at a time!  Please note that this story contains Gris discussing using dark fantasies to cope with trauma.

(P.S. The art in the thumbnail is by Seviene!)

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Content Advisory: This story contains Gris discussing using dark fantasies to cope with trauma.

 

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.”

“A-And when you shit me out tomorrow,” Gris said, approaching his climax, “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, snuggling 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.

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“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 out.”

“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 stalker 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 eating me, something else came up in my brain,” the human explained.  “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 gobbled 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 kind of thoughts have been very soothing for you.”

Gris hadn’t been expecting that, and he looked up at his boyfriend.  “I mean . . . yeah, it has 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.