Gris & Dwayne's Voretober 2022: Path (Day 7)

Previous Chapter: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49285851/ or https://aryion.com/g4/view/827933

This is a sad chapter.  The next part is sadder.  Mind the content warning.  And a reminder that this is a story focused on kink as healing, so there will be a happy ending eventually. <3

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

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Content Advisory: In this chapter, Gris talks about a lot of heavy things.  Mainly, him feeling depressed & numb after a breakup, and, in his search to feel comforted through vore, letting people in who didn’t respect his boundaries as an asexual person.

 

“Before I met you, I had a bad breakup,” Gris began.  “And after Bettie left, I became lost.  I just fell into this deep depression—I felt so numb inside.  I hadn’t been satisfied with that relationship, but I still stayed because there is something to hold onto.  And now that I was alone, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“Bettie thought that my love for vore was gross and weird.  After I left her, more than ever before, I felt such a strong /need/ finally be in somebody's stomach,” Gris explained.  “I thought about feeling protected; I longed to kept safe and held close.  And I wanted it in that context.  So, I entered the local kink scene and looked for preds.

“I ended up traveling down this . . . this long path, a journey with a destination that I never could fully reach,” Gris told Dwayne, shaking his head.  “And looking back at it now, I feel like such a dumbass for it.  But it seemed to be the only thing rational to do at the time. It felt like the only way I could get myself back from the pit of numbness I was in.

“I guess I was desperate,” Gris admitted.  “I wanted connection; I wanted a predator to savor me.  But, I didn’t want anything sexual.  However . . . every predator I found wanted sexual things.  So when they did stuff I told them I hadn’t wanted, I would grin and bear it.  I let people in who didn't fully respect what I wanted.

The human sighed.  “I blame myself for a lot of things that happened to me during that time.  If only I’ve been stronger, maybe if I had said some things differently when I was stating my boundaries, or something, or . .   I don’t /know/, ok?  I fucked up, and I paid for the price for it.”

He involuntarily ran his hand over his knee, over the small scar the head come for that time, when a tiger decided it would be a good idea to rough him up in ways previously undiscussed.  /It's all your fault/, his brain whispered to him.  /It's—/

“I’m sorry, babe,” Dwayne said, interrupting his train of thought.  “I’m sure you were going through a lot of things at that time.  You didn’t deserve that on top of it.”

Gris smiled sadly.  Even though he knew how loving his boyfriend was, he hadn’t been expecting that level of empathy.  “Thank you.  It was . . . a really rough time for me.”

He took a deep breath, and told the wolf, “I just kept doing scenes with people, trying to find my way out of that numbness that had formed inside of me.  And it did eventually go away, but only because . . . something happened.  And if was so much for me to bear that the shell around my heart cracked, and I fully felt the impact.”

He winced, and fear started to fill him, making his breathing come out more audibly.  Dwayne reached over and put a gentle paw on top of his hand.  “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, you know,” the wolf said gently.

“I need to,” the human insisted.  “I need to tell you.”

Dwayne nodded.  Gris steadied himself, and then told the story.