Requested by Anonymous. They asked me to keep their account a secret until they published their own books. Once they do publish their books, I'll be able to tag them. If I got his character wrong- I am sorry! Hope you enjoy!
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Fresh... hasn't been acting himself lately. They both noticed the strange behavior around a few weeks ago.
Ink, God of Creation and Protector of aus, tried to distract himself by doodling and trying out new art styles. Error, God of Destruction, on the other hand was trying to locate the colorful sans.
" I found that parasite!"
" Ruru! Don't talk about our husband like that!"
" Or what? You c-"
Error stopped talking and listened carefully, hearing aggressive growls on the other side of the rift.
" What the-?"
" Hm?"
Both looked at the other end of the rift, seeing Fresh holding his skull. As if he was in a lot of pain. He was significantly taller as well, as tall as two 7'7ft adult humans stacked on each other, if not three.
" Skittles?"
Fresh quickly snapped his gaze at the familiar voice, legs digitigrade and instincts extremely high.
" Fresh- oof-!"
Ink face-planted onto the grass, Error placed his entire hand on his skull, rubbing the bridge of his nasal cavity.
Fresh stared at his husbands, first stomach twisted in anticipation for his lovers to enter.
He couldn't bring himself to swallow them. They would be scared of him and ask for a divorce. Ironic because he is a parasite that can't feel emotions, only mimic them.
" Ink, I swear to KM and back, you are the most clumsy Sans au I have ever met, let alone marry."
" Love you too, Ruru!"
Fresh felt drool build up inside his maw, instincts getting stronger and stronger with each passing second he saw his husbands.
He had to!
-x-
Error was about to scold Ink but was stopped by something pouncing on him.
" Skittles?!"
" Fresh!"
Both stared at fresh in pure fear when translucent purple saliva dripped from his maw. His size did not make it any better.
" SKITTLES/FRESH?!"
Both began squirming when his maw opened, revealing translucent saliva and ecto-flesh with razor-sharp teeth. The dark and fleshy tube of a throat in view.
" Fre-mph!"
The maw clamped around them both, razor-sharp teeth gently grasping their shoulders.
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Fresh felt them squirm in his maw and under his clawed hands. He felt guilty- but it wasn't his fault! It was his damn instincts! He could only imagine how frightened Error must be right now- his hephaphobia not being entirely 'treated', if he could say it.
He instinctively swallowed- a strong one infact. It pulled them both halfway in his throat, squirms ceased by his throat muscles.
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Both were pressed against each other in the confined space, known as the throat muscles.
" Error!"
Ink yelled, having noticed the other had crashed. This was a mortifying experience- he finally has a SOUL to call his own, thanks to a Creator- and he felt terrified.
Another gulp. Their skulls entered a chamber. Nothing but saliva and growls below them.
' Wait- below us?'
He examined the chamber.
' Does Fresh have a storage stomach?'
He thought, slipping further in the chamber.
' Yup! We are not dying!'
Ink and Error finally slipped in the chamber, fully tucked inside their lover.
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He felt them enter his first stomach. Error must of crashed because of the lack of movement while Ink seemed to... explore? Examine? He didn't know, too concerned of what they would think about him if he let them out.
" I-Ink?"
" Fresh? Are we in a stomach or- you know? A storage one?"
That question took him by surprise. He didn't expect that from Ink.
" S-storage s-sto-stomach..."
He couldn't stop the stuttering, it was part of his feral side.
" That explains why there is saliva here and growls below us."
" Y-you're n-not scared?"
" Nah, it is WAY too comfy to be a stomach. Trust me, been in a stomach before. Though, I won't explain how."
He sighed in relief, carefully lowering himself so he can sit down.
" I-I am-am gra-grateful..."
He rubbed circles right above his abdomen, right where is first stomach was located.
" Y-you m-must be-be t-tired? W-why n-not s-sleep?"
" But Fresh-"
" P-please? Y-you n-never s-sleep w-whe-when I-I s-see y-you..."
He heard a sigh escape from Ink, a sigh of defeat.
" Alright, just for your sake..."
It was quiet, the light snoring from both his lovers- when did Error reboot? Who knows. Maybe when Ink asked about them being in his first stomach. Eh, either way, he was happy that they understand his instincts- not sure about Error though.
With the two sleeping inside of him, the parasite decided to do something... shocking. It decided to allow its body to form fur on the body, giving more protection for if they were to fight, as well as summon the rest of his feral side parts.
" S-s-sleep w-well, m-my l-little G-gods."
The End
