Feeding Alone
Anime Vore, GTS, GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 80
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
“I’m not like you Lucy, I’m good. Just because you can’t resist the hunger doesn’t mean I can’t. I…… I refuse to eat someone, anyone! Papa asked me to be a good girl.” Nana’s eyes watered at the memory, “I could never KILL someone…. even if they deserved it.”
Lucy frowned slightly, it wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear but it wasn’t entirely unexpected, “Kurama is dead, what ever promises you made to him you no longer need to keep. By refusing to eat you’re endangering this household…. and Kouta.” Lucy tried not to grind her teeth. If so much as one of his pinkies passed between Nana’s lips she’d gut the younger diclonious in a heartbeat.
“Just by being here you put this whole household in danger, Kouta included!” Nana fired back.
Lucy’s eyes widened slightly, shocked at the accusation, but she couldn’t deny the validity of Nana’s words, “The facility hasn’t given up on you like they have me. They’re just going to keep hunting you Lucy, and they’ll kill whoever gets in their way, whoever knows too much. How do you plan to protect Kouta when he has the nozzles of two dozen guns aimed at his chest?”
Lucy was silent for a moment then, “Easy, with these.” she allowed her vectors to emerge; she also lowered a hand to her stomach and rubbed it gently.
Nana let out a bitter laugh, “You must be joking!”
“No, I’m not. I’ll keep Kouta safe. I have in the past and I’ll do so again.” The older diclonious promised, her eyes had taken on a dangerous sheen yet Nana chose to ignore it.
“Maybe you do have what it takes to protect him when you’re by his side……. but what about when you’re not? They could just as easily kill or abduct him at school or when you’re out eating our neighbors.”
“I…….. I’ll keep him out of…….” As much as Lucy hated to admit it Nana had a point. She couldn’t keep an eye on her beloved Kouta constantly…….. or could she? Lucy ignored the thought for now. It hurt her to know the boy who meant everything to her might be better off if she just disappeared. But she couldn’t leave him again; it was too hard the first time. The only reason she hadn’t stalked him fanatically back when they were little kids was because, at the time, he had hated her more than anyone. Or perhaps she’d left him too traumatized to even remember her face. It really didn’t matter. Her reasons for staying were with him now were purely selfish. She couldn’t deny that, but without him life wouldn’t be worth living. Her memories of Kouta and her need to apologize were the only things that had kept her alive during her torturous stay at the facility. Now she had the real thing, not just a memory, and she refused to part with it again. Even if that meant………. “I’d protect Kouta till every last muscle and sinew in my body was torn apart, till my vectors stopped functioning, till my legs were cut out from under me, till my heart stopped beating…. Even then, I’d find a way to keep him safe.”
Nana couldn’t help but by impressed by the usually stoic girl’s heartfelt claim, even if she didn’t find it believable, “Well I can’t deny you care for him.”
“I do, that’s why you need to eat tonight.”
Nana’s eyes turned into little annoyed slits, “I already told you no, I’m not going to do it.”
“It’s not a request.” Lucy growled in response.
“Papa-“
“Is worm food. The dead are gone; you need to get over it. Your weakness is starting to make me physically ill.”
Nana was shaking with anger, “Shut up! It’s not just for Papa, it’s for me too! I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“and I don’t want you to hurt Kouta.”
“Never once did hurting him cross my mind! Like I said earlier I’m not you, I’m good!” The words stung, though Nana didn’t mean to she’d implied Lucy would hurt Kouta, or at least think about it. And the claim would be a true one. She never once considered killing him, even when she found out he’d lied about his cousin (and felt that he only spent time with her because he considered her a strange and interesting animal). But she had hurt him more than anyone else, by killing his father and sister. How could she chastise Nana for caring about the dead when she regretted those two murders every day of her life?
Nana was tense, ready to fight Lucy if she had to. She’d seen the older diclonious’s eyes grow more and more pointed, more and more bloodthirsty. Yet Lucy didn’t attack, “…. Fine, have it your way…… If your hunger ever bothers you come to me. I won’t force you to eat though.” Lucy stepped out of the room and shut the door behind her causing the younger girl to take a step back. She walked down the hall and towards the entrance leaving a surprised Nana by herself.
Lucy thought about Nana’s words as she prowled the back alleyways searching for a drifter, someone who wouldn’t be missed. When she was a child, after leaving the orphanage, she hadn’t been too picky about her meals. In the facility they denied her hunger for obvious reasons. Now though she was free to feed again….. yet she wanted to do so with some restraint. Nana’s words had hurt. Lucy was a bad person in her own eyes but only because human cruelty had made her so. What excuse did she have now that she’d been reunited with her childhood friend who accepted her with open arms? The hunger was insatiable but, after talking with Nana, eating some random person wouldn’t sit well with her, in her mind if not in her stomach. She used to target happy people just to snuff out their laughter, out of jealousy. Now though……… It had to be a drifter, someone who’d been cast out by society. Someone who was almost as miserable as she had been. Who might actually welcome an escape from life. Besides, if she didn’t target the homeless and forgotten the disappearances of regular civilians might draw too much attention, and that could endanger Kouta and the others.
Lucy made sure not to make her self visible. It would probably have been smarter to take a hat with her but she’d been so eager to leave the house, and Nana’s accusing words, behind that she’d forgotten. She went through some seedy alleys and some undesirable people but none that she felt safe picking off. After nearly an hour Lucy considered throwing in the towel. Did she really need to eat anyone? She had survived without quenching her hunger at the facility. Even though her lack of feeding was because she was physically restrained it wasn’t as if she had shriveled up and died. Nana seemed to have reigned it in, so why couldn’t Lucy? Besides, she had her Kouta back. He filled the young diclonious in a way no squirming wiggly human meal could. Perhaps……. Perhaps, she didn’t need to eat.
“Oh god, please don’t.” A woman crumpled to the ground. Clearly intoxicated, she must have been attacked walking home.
“Shut up you stupid bitch, just give me your bag!” A tall brown haired man with stringy unkempt hair yanked a purse out of the bruised woman’s hands. He punched her in the face more for god measure.
The woman impacted with the cold alleyway unconscious, “Heh….. Hmmmm.” The man scanned the woman, though physically her face was damaged goods she was steal very appealing. After a moments hesitation he unzipped his fly. Smirking savagely Lucy emerged from the shadows.
“Huh? Who ar-” His voice was quickly silenced when an invisible hand pressed against his mouth. Lucy’s other vectors gripped him by his sides and raised him into the air. The man was trying to scream but all noise was muffled. Any passerby would assume he was floating but in reality Lucy had lifted him up with two of her incredibly powerful vectors. His clothes were torn off his body as if they’d been ripped off by a strong gust of wind. The man lazily floated towards Lucy, his arms and legs flailing like crazy. Soon he was positioned over her face. She opened her mouth wide and the man descended. Lucy used two more of her vectors to press his legs together. Unable to break free the man could only stare in silent horror as his feet descended into the horned girl’s mouth. He did his best to break his invisible restraints but it was no use. He felt something spongy and warm press against the balls of his feet. What the hell was going on? Was the horned freak with the bloody irises…. Eating him? He fought all the harder though never succeeding in even moving a muscle.
It didn’t take Lucy long to work in his legs. Being a diclonious she could devour him in a matter of seconds if she really wanted to. Her throat bulged obscenely to accommodate the man. Deeper and deeper he descended into her hot sticky confines. The man found he was able to move his legs a little but for some reason his arms were now pressed to his sides. Lucy brought up her hands when she reached his crotch and tucked his genitalia into her mouth without a problem. Sometimes being devoured wasn’t a turn off for her prey and she would have a much more annoying obstacle to deal with. Bite after bite she took in his torso, her pale cheeks bulging as more of her human meal made its way inside.
The man kicked his legs furiously. He felt his legs up to his knees being dipped in a hot stinging fluid. His thrashing only helped to baste his legs in Lucy’s deadly stomach acid. It was much faster acting than a normal humans, already his first layer of skin started to peel away (though he couldn’t see it). As the young horned girl made it to his neck he felt the strange presence covering his mouth disappear, “SOmeOnE, PlEaSe, AnyOnE! HEEELLLLP!!!!!!”
Lucy opened her lips incredibly wide and placed a hand on the back of his head. With one hard push the head descended. It was so forceful Lucy didn’t even have to swallow, in half a second the thief and would be rapists head was stuck in her throat. One curt gulp was enough to seal him away in her steamy belly. For at least a little while the hunger would be sated. There wasn’t much fat on Lucy’s ribs buffering her from the noise within, she could hear the man pleading with her, offering her anything she desired if she would just release him. Lucy quickly became annoyed with her meals whining and decided to end it with a reserved lady like belch which drained most of his air supply. Usually she would have just contracted her stomach muscles and crushed him like a can in a trash compactor, but she felt that was needlessly cruel. Yes he was scum, and yes being alive in a stomach was no picnic, but she wouldn’t deny him a few minutes more of life. Fortunately his victim was passed out now, probably due to a concussion. She wouldn’t need to eat her to keep her silent. Lucy walked off to her ‘home’.
‘Home’, she knew she should probably associate the word with the Kaede Inn, the actual building, but all she could think of was Kouta. By the time she slipped into his room her belly was nearly gone. There he was, asleep, hopefully dreaming. She’d never seen him sleeping before. She sat down next to him and her smile disappeared. Lucy frowned; her actions had no doubt brought about more nightmares for him than dreams. If only she had handled things differently, told Kouta the truth, or waited for him to return the next summer….. Maybe….. but that was all in the past and unchangeable. She had tried to change it many times. She would close her eyes and wish with all her might but the instant she opened them she’d be tossed back into hell. That didn’t matter though. Even without changing the past Kouta was by her side again. She’d just watch him for a little while than slip back into her room. She lied down next to him, staring at the back of his head. Her eyelids grew heavy. Soon enough Lucy was sleeping peacefully, perhaps for the first time ever, her arms wrapped around Kouta’s waist as she pressed herself lightly against his back.
Lucy frowned slightly, it wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear but it wasn’t entirely unexpected, “Kurama is dead, what ever promises you made to him you no longer need to keep. By refusing to eat you’re endangering this household…. and Kouta.” Lucy tried not to grind her teeth. If so much as one of his pinkies passed between Nana’s lips she’d gut the younger diclonious in a heartbeat.
“Just by being here you put this whole household in danger, Kouta included!” Nana fired back.
Lucy’s eyes widened slightly, shocked at the accusation, but she couldn’t deny the validity of Nana’s words, “The facility hasn’t given up on you like they have me. They’re just going to keep hunting you Lucy, and they’ll kill whoever gets in their way, whoever knows too much. How do you plan to protect Kouta when he has the nozzles of two dozen guns aimed at his chest?”
Lucy was silent for a moment then, “Easy, with these.” she allowed her vectors to emerge; she also lowered a hand to her stomach and rubbed it gently.
Nana let out a bitter laugh, “You must be joking!”
“No, I’m not. I’ll keep Kouta safe. I have in the past and I’ll do so again.” The older diclonious promised, her eyes had taken on a dangerous sheen yet Nana chose to ignore it.
“Maybe you do have what it takes to protect him when you’re by his side……. but what about when you’re not? They could just as easily kill or abduct him at school or when you’re out eating our neighbors.”
“I…….. I’ll keep him out of…….” As much as Lucy hated to admit it Nana had a point. She couldn’t keep an eye on her beloved Kouta constantly…….. or could she? Lucy ignored the thought for now. It hurt her to know the boy who meant everything to her might be better off if she just disappeared. But she couldn’t leave him again; it was too hard the first time. The only reason she hadn’t stalked him fanatically back when they were little kids was because, at the time, he had hated her more than anyone. Or perhaps she’d left him too traumatized to even remember her face. It really didn’t matter. Her reasons for staying were with him now were purely selfish. She couldn’t deny that, but without him life wouldn’t be worth living. Her memories of Kouta and her need to apologize were the only things that had kept her alive during her torturous stay at the facility. Now she had the real thing, not just a memory, and she refused to part with it again. Even if that meant………. “I’d protect Kouta till every last muscle and sinew in my body was torn apart, till my vectors stopped functioning, till my legs were cut out from under me, till my heart stopped beating…. Even then, I’d find a way to keep him safe.”
Nana couldn’t help but by impressed by the usually stoic girl’s heartfelt claim, even if she didn’t find it believable, “Well I can’t deny you care for him.”
“I do, that’s why you need to eat tonight.”
Nana’s eyes turned into little annoyed slits, “I already told you no, I’m not going to do it.”
“It’s not a request.” Lucy growled in response.
“Papa-“
“Is worm food. The dead are gone; you need to get over it. Your weakness is starting to make me physically ill.”
Nana was shaking with anger, “Shut up! It’s not just for Papa, it’s for me too! I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“and I don’t want you to hurt Kouta.”
“Never once did hurting him cross my mind! Like I said earlier I’m not you, I’m good!” The words stung, though Nana didn’t mean to she’d implied Lucy would hurt Kouta, or at least think about it. And the claim would be a true one. She never once considered killing him, even when she found out he’d lied about his cousin (and felt that he only spent time with her because he considered her a strange and interesting animal). But she had hurt him more than anyone else, by killing his father and sister. How could she chastise Nana for caring about the dead when she regretted those two murders every day of her life?
Nana was tense, ready to fight Lucy if she had to. She’d seen the older diclonious’s eyes grow more and more pointed, more and more bloodthirsty. Yet Lucy didn’t attack, “…. Fine, have it your way…… If your hunger ever bothers you come to me. I won’t force you to eat though.” Lucy stepped out of the room and shut the door behind her causing the younger girl to take a step back. She walked down the hall and towards the entrance leaving a surprised Nana by herself.
Lucy thought about Nana’s words as she prowled the back alleyways searching for a drifter, someone who wouldn’t be missed. When she was a child, after leaving the orphanage, she hadn’t been too picky about her meals. In the facility they denied her hunger for obvious reasons. Now though she was free to feed again….. yet she wanted to do so with some restraint. Nana’s words had hurt. Lucy was a bad person in her own eyes but only because human cruelty had made her so. What excuse did she have now that she’d been reunited with her childhood friend who accepted her with open arms? The hunger was insatiable but, after talking with Nana, eating some random person wouldn’t sit well with her, in her mind if not in her stomach. She used to target happy people just to snuff out their laughter, out of jealousy. Now though……… It had to be a drifter, someone who’d been cast out by society. Someone who was almost as miserable as she had been. Who might actually welcome an escape from life. Besides, if she didn’t target the homeless and forgotten the disappearances of regular civilians might draw too much attention, and that could endanger Kouta and the others.
Lucy made sure not to make her self visible. It would probably have been smarter to take a hat with her but she’d been so eager to leave the house, and Nana’s accusing words, behind that she’d forgotten. She went through some seedy alleys and some undesirable people but none that she felt safe picking off. After nearly an hour Lucy considered throwing in the towel. Did she really need to eat anyone? She had survived without quenching her hunger at the facility. Even though her lack of feeding was because she was physically restrained it wasn’t as if she had shriveled up and died. Nana seemed to have reigned it in, so why couldn’t Lucy? Besides, she had her Kouta back. He filled the young diclonious in a way no squirming wiggly human meal could. Perhaps……. Perhaps, she didn’t need to eat.
“Oh god, please don’t.” A woman crumpled to the ground. Clearly intoxicated, she must have been attacked walking home.
“Shut up you stupid bitch, just give me your bag!” A tall brown haired man with stringy unkempt hair yanked a purse out of the bruised woman’s hands. He punched her in the face more for god measure.
The woman impacted with the cold alleyway unconscious, “Heh….. Hmmmm.” The man scanned the woman, though physically her face was damaged goods she was steal very appealing. After a moments hesitation he unzipped his fly. Smirking savagely Lucy emerged from the shadows.
“Huh? Who ar-” His voice was quickly silenced when an invisible hand pressed against his mouth. Lucy’s other vectors gripped him by his sides and raised him into the air. The man was trying to scream but all noise was muffled. Any passerby would assume he was floating but in reality Lucy had lifted him up with two of her incredibly powerful vectors. His clothes were torn off his body as if they’d been ripped off by a strong gust of wind. The man lazily floated towards Lucy, his arms and legs flailing like crazy. Soon he was positioned over her face. She opened her mouth wide and the man descended. Lucy used two more of her vectors to press his legs together. Unable to break free the man could only stare in silent horror as his feet descended into the horned girl’s mouth. He did his best to break his invisible restraints but it was no use. He felt something spongy and warm press against the balls of his feet. What the hell was going on? Was the horned freak with the bloody irises…. Eating him? He fought all the harder though never succeeding in even moving a muscle.
It didn’t take Lucy long to work in his legs. Being a diclonious she could devour him in a matter of seconds if she really wanted to. Her throat bulged obscenely to accommodate the man. Deeper and deeper he descended into her hot sticky confines. The man found he was able to move his legs a little but for some reason his arms were now pressed to his sides. Lucy brought up her hands when she reached his crotch and tucked his genitalia into her mouth without a problem. Sometimes being devoured wasn’t a turn off for her prey and she would have a much more annoying obstacle to deal with. Bite after bite she took in his torso, her pale cheeks bulging as more of her human meal made its way inside.
The man kicked his legs furiously. He felt his legs up to his knees being dipped in a hot stinging fluid. His thrashing only helped to baste his legs in Lucy’s deadly stomach acid. It was much faster acting than a normal humans, already his first layer of skin started to peel away (though he couldn’t see it). As the young horned girl made it to his neck he felt the strange presence covering his mouth disappear, “SOmeOnE, PlEaSe, AnyOnE! HEEELLLLP!!!!!!”
Lucy opened her lips incredibly wide and placed a hand on the back of his head. With one hard push the head descended. It was so forceful Lucy didn’t even have to swallow, in half a second the thief and would be rapists head was stuck in her throat. One curt gulp was enough to seal him away in her steamy belly. For at least a little while the hunger would be sated. There wasn’t much fat on Lucy’s ribs buffering her from the noise within, she could hear the man pleading with her, offering her anything she desired if she would just release him. Lucy quickly became annoyed with her meals whining and decided to end it with a reserved lady like belch which drained most of his air supply. Usually she would have just contracted her stomach muscles and crushed him like a can in a trash compactor, but she felt that was needlessly cruel. Yes he was scum, and yes being alive in a stomach was no picnic, but she wouldn’t deny him a few minutes more of life. Fortunately his victim was passed out now, probably due to a concussion. She wouldn’t need to eat her to keep her silent. Lucy walked off to her ‘home’.
‘Home’, she knew she should probably associate the word with the Kaede Inn, the actual building, but all she could think of was Kouta. By the time she slipped into his room her belly was nearly gone. There he was, asleep, hopefully dreaming. She’d never seen him sleeping before. She sat down next to him and her smile disappeared. Lucy frowned; her actions had no doubt brought about more nightmares for him than dreams. If only she had handled things differently, told Kouta the truth, or waited for him to return the next summer….. Maybe….. but that was all in the past and unchangeable. She had tried to change it many times. She would close her eyes and wish with all her might but the instant she opened them she’d be tossed back into hell. That didn’t matter though. Even without changing the past Kouta was by her side again. She’d just watch him for a little while than slip back into her room. She lied down next to him, staring at the back of his head. Her eyelids grew heavy. Soon enough Lucy was sleeping peacefully, perhaps for the first time ever, her arms wrapped around Kouta’s waist as she pressed herself lightly against his back.
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