Gris & Dwayne's Voretober 2022: Moonlight (Day 5)

Previous Chapter: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49258240/ or https://aryion.com/g4/view/827345

Vore, interrupted.

Also, I’m going to add this to the main description of these stories, but this tale takes place after the Gris & Dwayne work “Better Than You”.  You can read both parts of that here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/591062 ; https://aryion.com/g4/view/586640 .

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

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Content Advisory: This chapter contains Gris getting triggered and remembering a traumatic event, interrupting the scene with his boyfriend Dwayne.

 

Dwayne smirked and pushed Gris backwards, pinning the human against the bed’s headboard.  “Look at you,” he said menacingly.  “Such a delicious little treat you are . . . and you’re mine, all mine.”

Gris shivered.  “P-Please don’t eat me,” he begged.  “Surely there’s something else I can do for you to not—”

“Sorry, human,” the wolf interrupted, running his tongue across his muzzle.  “I’m far too hungry for that.  But first, I want to give you a /very/ good look at who you belong to, so you can see /everything/ before you go down my throat.”

He grabbed Gris’s shoulders and dragged the human away from the headboard; a moment later, Gris was pinned against the bed, and Dwayne was leaning against the headboard, leaning back with his hands around the human’s ankles.  The moonlight seeping through the window gave the canine’s fur a menacing shine, and as Gris stared, a similar scene came to the forefront of his mind, and his eyes went wide.

/”Enough.  Hold still.”/

In his mind’s eye, he was on his knees, looking up as /she/ spoke to him, glaring down, and reaching out with a menacing hand.

/”This is for your own good.”/

Gris cried out and frantically pulled his legs free, terror filling his body and making his heart pound loudly in his ears.  In his mind, he was /back there/, and he had to do everything in his power to fight, to make sure he wasn’t hurt again.

It wasn’t until he looked up and saw Dwayne’s surprised face that he remembered where he was, and what he was doing.

“Holy shit,” Dwayne said, clearly concerned.  “Babe, are you ok?”

Gris opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure of what to say.  /You just messed it up/, his mind whispered to him.  /I told you that you would.  And now here we are./ He was struggling to find the right words, and guilt filled his mind, making tears form in his eyes.  He put his hands on his head, trying not to panic—

Suddenly, two fluffy arms wrapped around the human, gently but firmly holding him, keeping him close.  Gris hesitated, then leaned against Dwayne, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.  His brain was buzzing, dancing between guilt for ruining the night, fear for what he had remembered, and fear that now, Dwayne really was going to leave, just like he’d thought.

“What do you need?” Dwayne asked gently into his ear.

Gris struggled to find his voice, but managed to stammer, “S-Some tea.  And to sit in bed.”  The guilt got louder, and he said with a choked sob, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—!”

“Shhhh,” the wolf whispered.  “Don’t be sorry.  It’s ok.  I’ll get you that tea and be right back, ok?”

Gris nodded, and Dwayne let him go, leaving the room to heat up the drink.  He crawled over to the headboard and leaned back, catching his breath and trying to quiet his thoughts.

Fuck.  He had ruined everything.  Now, it was over.