Priscilla, Pred Unleashed: Part 7 (Final)

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Summary: Priscilla decides her meals’ fates, pleasuring herself in the process.

Featuring: F/MM, First-Time Pred, Oral Vore (Willing & Unwilling), Digestion

Characters: Loki The Jester ( https://toyhou.se/9919092.loki-the-jester ), Priscilla ( https://toyhou.se/11006088.priscilla ), and Maverick ( https://toyhou.se/8759097.maverick ).

 

Priscilla felt her boner still poking the bottom of her belly, and she smiled, rubbing her huge gut.  Maverick fought inside of her stomach, while Loki was still relaxing inside of her.  “You both tasted so good,” she complimented them, giggling as her words resulted in more thrashing from Maverick.  “Such great meals. . .”

Inside of her gut, Maverick screamed in protest, the green shark desperate for a way to escape.  Loki giggled, and Maverick glared at the feline—the stupid cat was the reason he had been eaten again in the first place!  But. . . “I don’t know why you’re laughing.  After all, you’re in here too!” the shark exclaimed triumphantly.  “So you’re going to be digested just like me!  What do you think of /that/?!”

The cat smiled.  “I /think/ that you’re not quite thinking straight,” he teased.  “After all, I’m a demon.  Mortal limits don’t apply to me.”

Maverick’s heart sank.  “You mean. . .!”

“That’s right: I’ll regenerate after this~!” Loki replied in a sing-song voice.  He smirked.  “I /could/ use my powers to bring you back, too.  But I want the one who ate you to make that decision.  Oh Priscilla~!”

The Protogen had been teasing her boner, and jumped at the sound of the demon calling her name.  “Yes?” she asked.

“I know your lovely stomach is going to digest us, its food, very soon,” Loki purred, loving the fear that filled Maverick’s face as he talked.  “And I will come back, but I must ask:

“Do you want this fish food here to return as well?  Or would you rather be your meal permanently?”

Priscilla thought for a moment, absentmindedly rubbing her stomach.  As she pondered the question, her gut growled loudly, and juices started dripping on the meat inside.  Maverick jolted in panic as the familiar fluids started coating him—this was the same digestive fluid that had broken him down before!

“/Please/!” he cried, feeling his skin tingle as the liquids covered him, threatening to melt him into nothing.  “I-I don’t want to go like this!  Tell me I’ll come back, Priscilla—come on!”  Loki smiled in satisfaction as the shark begged, feeling the powerful stomach covering him with acids, too.

The Protogen sighed.  She parsed through the question for a moment longer, and opened her mouth to answer . . . but then, a different solution came to her head.  She smirked, loving this idea, and finally spoke.

“I want him to come back,” she replied, filling Maverick with hope.  But his mood shifted as she continued, saying, “And when he returns to his life, I want him to know that if he crosses a line at work again, he’ll become my dinner.  So Maverick, if you don’t change your ways, you go down my throat.  Can we make that happen, Loki?”

“Certainly,” the demon replied, giggling.  He reached out his hand and pressed his thumb against the fin behind Maverick’s head.  The shark cried out in surprise—the touch was burning, surprisingly, and when it was over, the spot where Loki’s fingertip had been was still hot.  “Now you’re cursed, shark!” the feline announced, cackling.  “So change up your act, or you go into Priscilla’s gut . . . and you may not regenerate that time.”

Maverick nodded fearfully, then cried out in surprised alarm as more digestive juices dumped onto his body, the belly producing them in mass.  Loki smiled as he was covered in liquids, and found pleasure in watching the shark next to him thrash fearfully.  The stomach was half full of acids, which was wearing away the aquatic prey’s energy.  Loki’s body was affected by the digestion, but his stamina was still up.  He looked forward to being present when his body turned to mush, and couldn’t wait for that. . .

Maverick screamed, but his squirms got softer and less frequent as the belly wore away at him.  Outside, Priscilla savored her meal’s fighting, and played with her dick as she listened to her gut work on the two meals.  She was hard as /fuck/, but wanted to wait to cum until the shark had passed out. . .

Maverick was getting weak.  He looked over at Loki, who was giving him an evil, knowing smile.  He had to change things if he didn’t want to be food again.  He didn’t want to be in this position anymore—and hopefully he could avoid being in the gut in the future.

With that in his mind, he closed his eyes and leaned back.  A moment later, he had fallen unconscious.

Priscilla felt her prey slump over, and she came, semen squirting from her cock and splattering all over her stomach.  She breathed deep as she took in the beautiful orgasm, and ran her hands over her gut.  She was getting tired herself . . . and after such good meals, one deserved a good nap.

So the predator leaned back and closed her eyes, letting herself drift off.  Soon enough, she had fallen asleep.

Loki heard the Protogen snoring and smiled, settling in as he was digested alive.  He whispered a demonic spell, and with it, ensured that she wouldn’t wake up until after he had regenerated, and brought Maverick back.  The predator deserved a good rest, after all.

With that, he waited for his doom, eager to become mush.

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When Maverick was back at work, things were different.  At every turn, he felt like he was being watched, and tried to be on his best behavior.  When he would see Priscilla, she would give him a smile and knowingly put a hand over her stomach.  He gulped, but reminded himself that there was no need to panic.  As long as he stayed the course, he wouldn’t be back in that gut anytime soon.

Meanwhile, in hell, Loki watched the scene with a smile, chuckling to himself.  Priscilla had always had the potential for a predator, an inner consumer that was just waiting to come out.  And now, he had brought it fully to life.

Below, Priscilla felt like she had new life.  She was more energetic than ever, full of life as she moved throughout the world.  Loki’s intervention had truly changed her, and she smiled as she wondered who she would eat next.

Whether it was Maverick or somebody else, that would be an amazing meal.

And with that in mind, she confidently continued on, loving her new life as a predator.

 

Priscilla: Pred Unleashed: The End