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Author's Note:

This story is vore themed though it's not characters eating other characters. This is also my first time writing anything like this.

Character Refs: Roman and Davis sorry for the lackluster ref i will go back through and edit all my stories with good links eventually.

Feeling A Bit Eel

Roman was sure that it would be the hottest surprise. 

As of late, Davis had been showing a surprising interest in the amount of food that Roman could fit into his tiny body. Roman was a petite, skinny fellow and even though he was literally a demon with several paranormal ticks up his sleeve, Davis remained impressed when he scarfed down an entire pizza on his own or chugged a bottle of soda in one sitting. It was all party trick stuff as far as Roman was concerned, but he loved the physical attention he got after the fact. What he wanted to do was really wow Davis and do something that a normal human absolutely couldn’t do.

Davis worked at an aquarium and Roman accompanied him to his shifts from time to time. He was content to watch the fish and hang out around the concession stand on his computer while Davis worked. It was honestly a pretty relaxing place. Today was not a day for relaxing though.

Roman snuck into the employee only area while Davis was in a staff huddle about some upcoming event. This would be his only chance. For almost a week Roman had been deciding which of the resident fish would be his victim. Wolfing down pizzas and eating mentos with diet Coke wasn’t enough. He was going to swallow a fish whole and alive. Now that would be a show! As Roman wove his way through the industrial-looking tank set ups he imagined Davis swooning over what a terrifying feral monster of a guy he’d managed to snag. He looked forward to his boyfriend’s curious hands exploring his belly as the fish swam around inside. 

Yes, it would be very cool and hot.

Roman pushed his way through another set of doors and dropped to all fours to slink under a tangle of big hoses. The sounds of all the water filters masked his hoof falls as he shifted into his true demon shape which honestly wasn’t that much different than his human disguise. Hooves, tiny wings, and a long tail marked him as the demon he was. He used his tail for balance as he crept across one of the cat walks. His true shape would also help the fish go down–this is what he told himself. Really, he simply disliked appearing human, it was a waste of energy.

Finally he found the tank he was looking for. It was long but less tall than most of the others. Roman had chosen it because he could get his arms all the way in and snag his prize without danger of tipping over into it or having to do some other risky nonsense to get to the fish. The tank was flush with the patron area of the aquarium but back here, almost the entire thing was at his disposal.

This particular exhibit contained something Roman had enjoyed tucked away into a roll with rice several times before: eel.

The tank was set up to resemble a riverbed with several large stones and pieces of drift wood for the eels to hide among. He’d payed attention to where the particular eel he wanted liked to hide and now he was checking behind him, his goat-like ears straining against the hum of air pumps and filters and lights to pick out any would-be party poopers. 

Roman chose the eels because while they were not in an overly populated tank that would be easy to sneak a fish from without anyone missing it, the eels liked to hide. Who was to say the day they decided to count the eels one wasn’t hiding in the back? Another reason he chose them was they were the fish with what he considered the least amount of pointy bits. Also they were kind of slimy so maybe it would go down easy. 

It was now or never. With one last look around, Roman pushed his sleeves up and plunged his arms into the chilly water. It instantly grew cloudy as the startled fish darted all around the tank. He could feel the eels brushing against his hands and after several false grabs, his fingers closed around one.

Once he had it in his grip, Roman yanked the eel from the tank and sprang away from the crime scene. His little hooves click-clacked on the tile floor as he ducked away into the towering sumps and supply pallets. He waited in a dark corner with his back to the wall. If all else failed he could make himself invisible but that took effort and he was more interested in focusing his effort on the eel.

Roman looked down at it. This was not the eel he’d intended to catch. This one was bigger. Its mouth gaped helplessly and its flat tail slapped against his shirt. Roman chewed on his lip and weighed his options. He could give up and toss it into a nearby tank and live with the disappointment that his great plan never came to pass or he could try to swallow it anyway. 

Another good thing about choosing an eel was if it ended up too large to go down, he could easily yank it back out of his throat by the tail. Yes. It would be fine. Everything would be fine because he was very smart.

After staring long into the eel’s tiny round eyes, Roman went for it. He closed his own eyes and shoved the fish’s head as far back into his throat as he could. Naturally, he gagged. However, Roman didn’t get where he was today by giving up after gagging a little.

He’d watched Discovery channel. He knew how birds did it. Roman tipped his head back and struggled to hold the eel’s flopping body high above his head so gravity would do the bulk of the work. Somehow, during all his planning, he hadn’t factored in needing to breathe so once the eel’s head made it past the back of his tongue he made the snap decision to breath in as deeply as he could and hope for the best.

With his clawed hands now clutching the eel in a death grip, inch by slimy inch, he felt it sliding deeper and deeper down his throat. Roman’s tail beat against the floor in frustration. His whole esophagus burned the way it did when you take too large of a gulp of water. The clock was ticking fast. He only had seconds to get this done or he would have to back out and start the whole process over again. His chest burned with trapped breath and Roman started feeling dizzy.

Tears prickled the corners of his eyes as he shoved the fish more roughly down his throat. It was starting to taper in his grip and suddenly Roman’s reflexes kicked in and he felt himself attempt to gulp. Desperate for air and relief from the pressure in his throat he gulped again and again and even clutched at his neck and squeezed downward.

Then, he felt it. Just enough of the eel had entered into the open cavity of his stomach to allow it to start wiggling again. The frantic movement pulled it downward and with a comical slurping sound, the fish’s tail disappeared between Roman’s lips. It was over and just like that Roman had a very large and very alive eel in his belly.

Roman gasped sweet fresh air once, twice, and rested a hand on his chest with a sigh. That was the last moment of peace he would know for some time. Now that the eel had escaped the tightness of Roman’s throat, it started to wiggle and thrash with renewed vigor. 

“Urk--!” Roman gagged and clapped one hand to his mouth and the other to his stomach which had become quite distended--another unforeseen outcome of this little endeavor. In his original idea, the eel had been much smaller and while not an ideal enclosure, his stomach would have had room for it to at least swim a little. 

This eel could only slither around in tight, furious circles inside him. He could feel it moving beneath his hands as he clutched his stomach. It slowly dawned on Roman that perhaps this had been a mistake.

His cell phone buzzed in his pocket and Roman’s froze, his eyes bulging. Davis was out of his meeting. He’d almost forgotten all about Davis. A weak, bubbly belch escaped him as he answered.

“Wow, ew. Thanks for that.”

“Ha ha, you’re welcome,” Roman chuckled deliriously as his eyes darted around in search of an exit. 

“I’ll treasure it always.” Davis said with amusement in his voice. “I’ll meet you at the car?”

“I’ll be right there!” Roman declared and before Davis could say goodbye, Roman hung up. 

The exit! He needed an exit! He spotted the glowing letters over a nearby door just as he heard another door at the end of the long hallway squeak open. Roman shuffled down the stairs with a hand supporting his belly from below to keep his new center of gravity from sending him skidding down them face-first. He slipped through the door just in time to hear someone say something about there being water on the floor.

He found himself outside. Employee parking and dumpsters stretched out before Roman and he sighed. This was perfect! He’d lost his shoes when he sprouted his hooves but didn’t everybody wear green polka dotted flip flops? There was no way they’d track it to him. Roman changed back into his human disguise. Some days it was easy to explain away as a Halloween costume but it was February.

The eel thrashed again and Roman doubled over. He wanted to barf but he knew in his heart no amount of heaving would make the eel come up the same way it went down. Massaging his stomach, he peered around in search of Davis’s car. Roman spotted a familiar mop of red hair making its way between the vehicles and headed towards it.

Soon, Roman arrived at the car. Davis was standing outside it throwing his work vest and a stack of papers into the back seat. This was the moment all of Roman’s toiling had been leaning up to and now he really had no idea how to present himself.

“Hey, babe, you wanna hit Arby’s on the way home?” Davis asked as he turned around. There before him stood his spitfire boyfriend looking unusually out of breath. His hair was messed up and the front of his shirt was soaked--and moving? Was he seeing things?

“S-surprise! Haha! I got ya a lil’ somethin’. Oorgh,” Roman winced as he paraded himself forward. Without explaining, he took Davis’s hand and placed it against his belly. Something twitched beneath his fingers and Davis jerked his hand away with a shout.

“Roman--what!”

Davis was used to his boyfriend over-indulging for his sake. He was thrilled that Roman was eager to fulfill his (slightly embarrassing) fantasies. But this was something entirely different! This was not a demon tummy overstuffed with bear claws or Subway sandwiches for him to fawn over.

“C-catch of the day!” Roman felt himself starting to sweat and not from the summer heat. He swallowed hard. “A real whopper t-too! Like it?”

“Catch of the…” Davis stared at his boyfriend’s stomach. Something was moving beneath his shirt! “Roman, did you eat live fish? Did you eat live fish from my aquarium?”

“Mhm!” Roman nodded proudly.

“Roman!” Davis’s voice cracked and he put his hands on his head. “Roman, what the fuck! Roman, you can’t just do that!”

“But I diiiid,” crooned Roman with a smirk. He arched his back and presented his hard work again, rubbing broad circles across his lightly undulating gut. Davis could hear it sloshing. “You wanna touch it--you know you do!”

“I do not!” shouted Davis, who very much did want to touch it. He could feel his ears getting hot at the thought. “Roman, you have to put it back right now! Those fish are from all over the world! They’re expensive!”

Roman instantly stopped showboating to stare dumbly at Davis. His grip on his stomach tightened slightly as the eel wiggled defiantly. “Uh...I don’t think I c-can do that. Besides, it was just one fish.”

“Um! One huge fish from the looks of it!” Davis’s hands hovered just above Roman’s swollen belly before balling into fists at his sides. “You didn’t think they would miss something like that?”

“It was an eel, actually, and no.” Roman patted his tummy ruefully. “It’s not like you can even see them half the time anyway.”

“You just--Roman--raaggghhh, what am I gonna do with you?” Davis wheeled around and planted his forehead against the roof of his car. This was the stupidest thing Roman had done and that was saying a lot. Behind him, Roman hiccupped. The absurdity of the situation started to subside as the gravity of the fact that Roman had, in fact, swallowed an entire fish which was no doubt very angry. With a sigh he turned back to him. “Are you okay?”

Roman glanced up from trying to sooth his stomach, looking crestfallen and exhausted. “I’ll be--ulp! Fine.”

Davis couldn’t bear to see him miserable and all to impress him--and he had to admit he was impressed. He’d spent plenty of time watching the eels. They were powerful swimmers and now that he was looking at Roman, he found himself baffled over how on earth he’d managed to get one down his throat.

He sighed. “Come on, babe. Let’s get you home. I bet a massage will make you feel better.”

Roman perked up and Davis could practically see his tail wagging even if it wasn’t visible. “So you do wanna t-touch it! I knew it! Haha, sick!”

 

***

Roman and Davis lay in bed with the TV on a channel they were both ignoring. Roman was stretched out on his back, his hooves and tail on display once again and his arms folded behind his head. Beside him, Davis was watching the swell of Roman’s belly, utterly transfixed as it moved. 

“Are you just gonna stare at it all night or am I gonna have to massage myself to sleep?” Roman teased him. 

On the drive home he’d gotten an earful about stealing from the aquarium, harassing fish, disturbing the displays, and not to mention condemning a poor freshwater eel to an unpleasant, if surprisingly natural, death. In the end, Roman had gotten Davis to admit that he found his display of feral rat person energy exciting.

“Shut up, I’m working up to it.” Davis had yet to partake, however tempting it was. It was just so weird! Carefully he reached out a hand and hesitated. Roman snatched him by the wrist and planted it against his belly. Davis let out a little shriek but didn’t pull his hand away. Sure enough he could make out the curve of the creature slithering around and around inside his boyfriend. Even hours and several glasses of ginger ale later the eel was determined to fight. “Holy shit. Holy shit, it’s so weird! Ew! Augh! Ahahaha! Roman, you’re so nasty! What the fuck!”

“Aahhhh,” the demon sighed, arching his body against Davis’s hand. His long tail writhed on the bed, not terribly unlike the eel. “Keep that u--hulp--up! Oooh, I could do this all night--hulp! What’s for dinner?”

“Dinner huh?” Davis lifted a brow with a snort. He rubbed his hand up and down along Roman’s stomach. Davis seriously doubted Roman had even an inch of room left. “I think I’ll make rice.”

“Mmm, rice,” Roman hummed without thinking.

“Yup. I’m gonna turn you into one big sushi roll.” He rocked Roman from side to side.

“Nooo,” Roman moaned in false despair. “I don’t wanna be a sushi!”

“Sorry, Roman.” Davis leaned over him and planted a kiss on his chin. “You are what you eat.” 

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