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Maybe it was the changing of seasons that stirred up Bruce's more predatory instincts. Maybe it was the sign that he was coming of age, from cub to bull. Bruce wasn't sure what it was, but he felt himself becoming restless around both Alice and Chrissy. His stomach tightening at their familiar scents and his eyes following their every move when in his presence. The growth spurt that came with turning thirteen earlier in the year had left Bruce a near bottomless pit as far as his appetite went. Jumping from 10 feet tall to nearly 13 feet tall in the span of a year was enough to drive him to eat nearly twice as much as what he had been consuming. He was now up to a whole hog or deer every three days, and occasionally even accepted the gracious gift of a dried up dairy cow from the farmer up the road a ways.

Such a drastic increase in appetite unnerved Kipling. It couldn't have been good for a cub to gorge himself and pass out for a couple of days, but Chrissy eased Kipling's concerns with her stories of caring for giant cubs as a girl. She assured him that growing bulls needed lots of food and rest to make sure they grew strong and healthy. Given that Bruce was already a runt at his age, Chrissy wasn't about to do anything that would stunt his development further. But what Kipling didn't know, was that this hunger would often manifest in unusual ways. Chrissy was all too familiar with how growing cubs would begin listening to their more bestial instincts. It was in their nature as ambush predators to stalk and hunt their prey, whether it was intended as a means to score a meal or in a playful way. Chrissy didn't mind taking on the role of prey among the young cubs she once babysat. In fact, she enjoyed being chased and pursued by a gaggle of rambunctious balls of fluff. She knew they would never actually harm her, and it made a world of a difference when it came to being sure they were all tuckered out and in their nests before their parents came home from the mines. But their games went well past the thrill of the chase and the capture. Many of the cubs knew that it was safe to eat humans.

For both parties.

Older giants would demonstrate with human friends, lovers, and spouses, their ability to eat them and let them out unscathed. Chrissy remembered her first time being eaten very well. She was only five or so, and had been busy bringing coffee and supper to the miners with her mother and a few of the other women of her village. She hadn't paid attention to how late it had gotten, and her family had left to eat and get some rest before the long workday ahead. A kindly older bull called Malachi, the father of one of the cubs she looked after, offered to carry her home. Malachi was rather lean and tall for a bull, boasting a braided beard that went down to the bottom of his chest and a head completely clean-shaven, save for the rat tail he grew at the back of his head. He had taken Chrissy home many times before, often in the summer months when the sun didn't set as quickly. The mountains were a dangerous place for little girls to walk alone at night. Between frigid cold winds and the threat of wolves, having a big warm giant to carry you home sounded like the best option. Malachi tucked her into the front of his big felted coat and strode through the snow, not slowed at all from his normal brisk pace. But Chrissy still shivered and shuddered as the wind clawed it's way in through the break in his jacket.

"You still cold, lil' cub?" Malachi's voice rumbled. Chrissy could feel him slowing down. She nodded, pressing into his chest. "Y'ever been in a belly? Don't mean anythin' by it, but I oughta getcha'll warmed up a'fore I turn ya loose to yer folks, uh?" Chrissy was much too cold to be scared at that point, and just wanted to be warm.

"Uh-hum." she mumbled through blue lips and shudders. The next thing she knew, Chrissy Malachi's beard and part of his face tucked inside the jacket where she was huddled. His chapped lips parted to reveal his massive curved tusks and fangs. His breath was hot, and still smelled of the coffee she'd given him earlier. She also smelled a heavy metallic odor, though it was more subtle than that of coffee grounds. It was almost.. briny? Salty? Chrissy didn't hesitate when she felt his slick tongue against her. She crawled forwards into his mouth. She could feel him adjusting his powerful jaws, shifting so she was cradled in his lower mandible between his tusks. Without a word, he tilted his head back and gave a mighty gulp! His esophagus pulled the tiny human down and gravity handled the rest. Chrissy gave a sharp gasp at the sudden tightness, but it only lasted a second. Malachi was a master when it came to eating humans. Chrissy plopped unceremoniously into a slick, humid chamber that smelled strongly of coffee and salt. But neither the slime nor the smell bothered the exhausted child. Only the heat mattered, and she found herself falling asleep as Malachi continued walking, the swaying from each step rocking her. Chrissy awoke to find herself in her own bed, and in a fresh nightgown, all the slime gone, but the scent of coffee still lingering.
Chrissy remembered that night fondly. Malachi was a dear friend of her father's until the night of the incident a decade later, and remembered he and his mate offering her a place in their home after...

Chrissy shook her head as if to disperse all the the trauma from that event. She had been eaten by many other giants and cubs since then, the ones in her care often bickering over who got to eat her first in their hunting games. The salt, she learned, was to stop the digesting process. Nobody knew for sure why it worked, but the giants passed down the belief that salt was a blessed material, and a gift from the moon that carried magical powers. Eating a handful of salt, even moments before welcoming a guest into their bodies, would allow them entry not as food, but as a friend.

Chrissy could tell that Bruce had reached the point where he wanted to play hunting games. She saw it whenever he and Alice would play outside together from the dusty window. Bruce would get excited whenever Alice ran. An instinct to chase and catch her. Chrissy would also catch Bruce stalking Alice like a lion would a deer, his grey eyes fixed on her while she went about her chores on the farm. He would watch and follow with surprisingly quiet steps before scooping her up in his arms and playfully growling and giggling, either to Alice's delight or annoyance. She could also see a hungry flash in those eyes. Chrissy knew that he was thinking about eating her, but then he would always blink the glint from his eyes and set Alice down again, both going back to their chores.

It was a cool autumn evening when Kipling noticed Bruce behaving strangely. He seemed more solemn and skittish than his usual easygoing self. He hadn't hunted or even eaten in well over four days, which was by no means dangerous for a healthy cub, but was odd for Bruce. He had also stopped "hunting" Alice entirely, now spending more and more time in his barn. Alice had noticed the change in mood from her little brother and missed the distraction he provided from her daily duties. Despite her attempts at coaxing him out, he remained gloomy and tense.

After a sixth night of no dinner for Bruce, Chrissy decided to try and see what was wrong. She fetched her wagon from the garage and filled it with the leftovers from supper, including a whole extra large meatloaf she'd made just for him. Meatloaf, sweet potatoes, and fresh baked challah that Kipling made earlier in the evening. She pulled the wagon of goodies behind her and approached the big blue barn that Bruce had claimed as his bedroom. She took a moment to lean against the door and listen for anything. She could hear his radio was on, but nothing else. She knocked three times.

"Bruce? Bruce honey, I got some supper for ya if yer hungry.". She was only met by silence. "Bruce, c'mon. You've been all moody n' actin' funny all week. Can I come in?". Chrissy heard the rustling of fabric and the radio cut out. Heavy footsteps shuffled towards the big double doors and ended before the right door was pushed open just enough for Chrissy to enter with the wagon. She looked up to see Bruce's broad shoulders and messy mane silhouetted against the lanterns that hung from the rafters. He shyly slunk back into his barn, followed by his mother.

"I brought'cha yer fav'rits. Meatloaf, swee'potatas, n' Kiplin's bread." Chrissy pulled off her jacket and hung it on one of the pegs near the doors. Bruce sat in his nest of blankets and pillows with his knees drawn to his chest. He avoided looking Chrissy's way, instead taking interest in the stitching of his sleeves. Chrissy sighed and approached her son, her dragging her feet slightly across the dusty dirt floor. She moseyed closer and closer to the giant before taking a seat next to him, leaning against the raw worn wood that made up the wall.

"Bruce, yain't ate hardly nothin' in almose a week. You feelin' sick, baby?" She asked, reaching over to gently tug on his shirt. Bruce didn't answer, but he lowered his hand down to her and laid it in her lap, palm-side up. Chrissy pulled it closer to her and hugged around his meaty paw, petting the hair on the backs of his knuckles. It certainly wasn't the peach fuzz he'd donned in years past. The hair on his hands and arms was growing thicker and coarser. Her eyes wandered up to his face, once having been the sweet round face of a young cub. His jaw was becoming squared, and the little caterpillar sideburns he had were advancing down his jawline, now beginning to show bits of stubble. Her little cub was growing into a bull. The two sat in silence before Bruce finally spoke.

"Chrissy...?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I.. I've been feelin' weird." Bruce's voice cracked as he spoke, momentarily getting a little deeper. Chrissy continued to run her hands across his knuckles. "I've been really hungry lately... And I uh..." he paused a moment. Chrissy could feel his pulse quicken beneath her hands. "I... I've been thinkin' that you, Kipling, n' Alice all smell really good." Chrissy blinked and chuckled knowingly.

"We all smell good, hm? What'us Kiplin' like?" Chrissy pried playfully. She felt Bruce's palm twitch.

"Uhhh...." Chrissy placed her hands in his palm at feeling his pulse speed up again. "Kipling uh... Kipling smells like uh...." Bruce avoided eye contact, his jaw taut. "Bread. He always smells... Like bread." Bruce's pulse slowed, as did his breathing.

"Mmhmm.. Sure sounds good. Whattabout Alice?" Bruce hesitated a moment, but this time answered more readily.

"Sh-she smells like the peppers in the garden."

"All spicy, huh?" Chrissy looked up at Bruce. A small giggle left his throat.

"Yeah."

"What I smell like?" Bruce eased his hand from Chrissy's arms and shifted so he sat cross-legged. Slowly and carefully, he scooped his mother into his sinewy mitts and brought her so close to his face that she could see every detail in those stormy grey eyes of his. He purred as he nuzzled her with his big nose, ending nearly a week of no affection. Chrissy froze for a moment as she heard him draw long, deep breaths from the deepest part of his chest. She hugged his shaggy head as best as she could, running her hand over his sideburns and through his soft thick faun colored hair. After a few minutes, Bruce's stomach growled loudly.

"You smell like cinnamon and coffee" Bruce whispered. It was the that Chrissy noticed Bruce was now staring directly at her, his pupils large and black. That hungry gaze familiar and made her smile inwardly, remembering all the cubs that had eaten her in the past. In a few rapid blinks, his pupils shrank to normal. "Chrissy, c-can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." Bruce set Chrissy on his belly and leaned back against the wall, forcing it to creak under his weight.

"When I was staying with Rose... I talked to a bull... I think his name was Gage... He had a human mate and kids-" Bruce's plump middle interrupted him with a long loud growl, making his cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. Chrissy rubbed his restless belly absently as she listened. "There was a real big storm and the human cubs were all afraid, hugging him and his mate. They were all so scared that they wouldn't stop crying. Gage then started purring.. He had a really deep purr. He scooped them all up and nuzzled them before opening his mouth ... And ate them all! B-but don't worry! They were all safe! He would never- He wouldn't ever, EVER-" Bruce's whole mood changed. His face was flushed red and he was shaking. He noticed that he's been gripping the blankets by his sides so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His breathing was fast and shallow as tears bit the corners of his eyes.

"Bruce..." Chrissy cooed softly, reaching up and petting his face. A large tear rolled down Bruce's cheek as he closed his eyes.

"Chrissy, is it bad to eat humans? Am I bad??" he whimpered, looking away.

"Awh honey, no... No..." she hushed him. She pulled the bedsheet kerchief from her hair and did her best to try and dry his tears.

"I-I've been wanting to e-EAT you all! You all smell good.. And I wanna h-HOLD all of you.. B-but I'd never EVER h-HURT you... I'm n..not BAD! I'm not...." Bruce wept freely, all his fear pouring out with his tears. He hugged Chrissy to his face, apologizing profusely between sobs. Chrissy let him cry into her, ignoring the tears drenching her shirt. Her poor sweet little cub... He was so afraid of hurting anyone.

"I... I couldn't hunt... It felt wrong....." Chrissy stroked his hair, tangling her fingers in his long shaggy locks.

"Oh babydoll...." Chrissy kissed Bruce's forehead. And looked into his teary grey eyes. "Yer sweeter n' a honeysuckle in th' sunshine. Couldn't hurt nobody. What'cher feelin' is common n' giants." Bruce sniffled and wiped the snot from his nose, taking deep breaths. Chrissy settled in the crook where his neck and shoulder met, petting the fluff that poked up from his shirt collar.

"Don't think I told'ya I got ate by giants a lot as a lil' gal." She chuckled. Bruce furrowed his brow and dried his tears on his sleeve. "Y'know I grew up round giants n' babysat alotta cubs, huh?" Bruce nodded. "Well, lotta th' cubs liked huntin' an' chasin' me. All in fun, 'course. An' they'd like gulpin' me down like a dumplin' an' kep' me in there a bit 'afore bringin' me back up." Bruce's eyes boggled from his head. Chrissy's been eaten before?? In a nice way??? "Nothin' wrong wit' it s'long as y'eat a hanful a salt 'afore. Makes it safe." Bruce winced. That part didn't sound fun. Chrissy sat up a little. "Tell ya what. T'morrow, I'm gon' head up t' town an' getcha a big ol' bag a' salt. So when yer feelin' ready, I can teach ya how. Sound good?" Bruce's heart fluttered and felt butterflies in his belly. Chrissy would let him eat her?? He was overjoyed. With a happy chirp, he nuzzled his nose into her side, his purrs so loud that his chest vibrated and shook Chrissy to her core. She loved Bruce so much. He was her sweet little cub, and was growing up into a big lovely bull. After a few moments of cuddling, Chrissy pulled away and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Feel better?" she asked. Bruce purred and chirped in response, helping her slide down his body and onto the ground. As she got her jacket, Bruce settled into his nest and gave a large yawn, showing off his nubby tusks. Chrissy put out each lantern one by one as Bruce peeled off his shirt for the night and burrowed into his blankets. He watched as Chrissy pushed the wagon of food towards his nest.

"I figured you'd be at least a lil' hungry." she chuckled. Bruce nodded with a smile. Chrissy turned and walked to the huge double doors, pushing one open before turning around.

"G'night, punk'in"

"Night, Chrissy." Chrissy smiled and was about to close the door behind her. "Chrissy?" She stopped and opened the door, peering at the giant in the darkness, his eyes reflecting the moonlight from the opened door.

"Yes darlin'?" A moment of silence was shared between the reflective eyes of an apex predator and the silhouette of a lone human in the darkness.

"I love you." The owner of the eyes replied, a faint purr meeting his mother's ears.

"I love you too, babydoll." Chrissy smiled lovingly at the glowing silver eyes of her son, letting the door close.

Description
CW: Soft, Safe Vore

Maybe it was the changing of seasons that stirred up Bruce's more predatory instincts. Maybe it was the sign that he was coming of age, from cub to bull. Bruce wasn't sure what it was, but he felt himself becoming restless around both Alice and Chrissy. His stomach tightening at their familiar scents and his eyes following their every move when in his presence. The growth spurt that came with turning thirteen earlier in the year had left Bruce a near bottomless pit as far as his appetite went. Jumping from 10 feet tall to nearly 13 feet tall in the span of a year was enough to drive him to eat nearly twice as much as what he had been consuming. He was now up to a whole hog or deer every three days, and occasionally even accepted the gracious gift of a dried up dairy cow from the farmer up the road a ways.

Such a drastic increase in appetite unnerved Kipling. It couldn't have been good for a cub to gorge himself and pass out for a couple of days, but Chrissy eased Kipling's concerns with her stories of caring for giant cubs as a girl. She assured him that growing bulls needed lots of food and rest to make sure they grew strong and healthy. Given that Bruce was already a runt at his age, Chrissy wasn't about to do anything that would stunt his development further. But what Kipling didn't know, was that this hunger would often manifest in unusual ways. Chrissy was all too familiar with how growing cubs would begin listening to their more bestial instincts. It was in their nature as ambush predators to stalk and hunt their prey, whether it was intended as a means to score a meal or in a playful way. Chrissy didn't mind taking on the role of prey among the young cubs she once babysat. In fact, she enjoyed being chased and pursued by a gaggle of rambunctious balls of fluff. She knew they would never actually harm her, and it made a world of a difference when it came to being sure they were all tuckered out and in their nests before their parents came home from the mines. But their games went well past the thrill of the chase and the capture. Many of the cubs knew that it was safe to eat humans.

For both parties.

Older giants would demonstrate with human friends, lovers, and spouses, their ability to eat them and let them out unscathed. Chrissy remembered her first time being eaten very well. She was only five or so, and had been busy bringing coffee and supper to the miners with her mother and a few of the other women of her village. She hadn't paid attention to how late it had gotten, and her family had left to eat and get some rest before the long workday ahead. A kindly older bull called Malachi, the father of one of the cubs she looked after, offered to carry her home. Malachi was rather lean and tall for a bull, boasting a braided beard that went down to the bottom of his chest and a head completely clean-shaven, save for the rat tail he grew at the back of his head. He had taken Chrissy home many times before, often in the summer months when the sun didn't set as quickly. The mountains were a dangerous place for little girls to walk alone at night. Between frigid cold winds and the threat of wolves, having a big warm giant to carry you home sounded like the best option. Malachi tucked her into the front of his big felted coat and strode through the snow, not slowed at all from his normal brisk pace. But Chrissy still shivered and shuddered as the wind clawed it's way in through the break in his jacket.

"You still cold, lil' cub?" Malachi's voice rumbled. Chrissy could feel him slowing down. She nodded, pressing into his chest. "Y'ever been in a belly? Don't mean anythin' by it, but I oughta getcha'll warmed up a'fore I turn ya loose to yer folks, uh?" Chrissy was much too cold to be scared at that point, and just wanted to be warm.

"Uh-hum." she mumbled through blue lips and shudders. The next thing she knew, Chrissy Malachi's beard and part of his face tucked inside the jacket where she was huddled. His chapped lips parted to reveal his massive curved tusks and fangs. His breath was hot, and still smelled of the coffee she'd given him earlier. She also smelled a heavy metallic odor, though it was more subtle than that of coffee grounds. It was almost.. briny? Salty? Chrissy didn't hesitate when she felt his slick tongue against her. She crawled forwards into his mouth. She could feel him adjusting his powerful jaws, shifting so she was cradled in his lower mandible between his tusks. Without a word, he tilted his head back and gave a mighty gulp! His esophagus pulled the tiny human down and gravity handled the rest. Chrissy gave a sharp gasp at the sudden tightness, but it only lasted a second. Malachi was a master when it came to eating humans. Chrissy plopped unceremoniously into a slick, humid chamber that smelled strongly of coffee and salt. But neither the slime nor the smell bothered the exhausted child. Only the heat mattered, and she found herself falling asleep as Malachi continued walking, the swaying from each step rocking her. Chrissy awoke to find herself in her own bed, and in a fresh nightgown, all the slime gone, but the scent of coffee still lingering.
Chrissy remembered that night fondly. Malachi was a dear friend of her father's until the night of the incident a decade later, and remembered he and his mate offering her a place in their home after...

Chrissy shook her head as if to disperse all the the trauma from that event. She had been eaten by many other giants and cubs since then, the ones in her care often bickering over who got to eat her first in their hunting games. The salt, she learned, was to stop the digesting process. Nobody knew for sure why it worked, but the giants passed down the belief that salt was a blessed material, and a gift from the moon that carried magical powers. Eating a handful of salt, even moments before welcoming a guest into their bodies, would allow them entry not as food, but as a friend.

Chrissy could tell that Bruce had reached the point where he wanted to play hunting games. She saw it whenever he and Alice would play outside together from the dusty window. Bruce would get excited whenever Alice ran. An instinct to chase and catch her. Chrissy would also catch Bruce stalking Alice like a lion would a deer, his grey eyes fixed on her while she went about her chores on the farm. He would watch and follow with surprisingly quiet steps before scooping her up in his arms and playfully growling and giggling, either to Alice's delight or annoyance. She could also see a hungry flash in those eyes. Chrissy knew that he was thinking about eating her, but then he would always blink the glint from his eyes and set Alice down again, both going back to their chores.

It was a cool autumn evening when Kipling noticed Bruce behaving strangely. He seemed more solemn and skittish than his usual easygoing self. He hadn't hunted or even eaten in well over four days, which was by no means dangerous for a healthy cub, but was odd for Bruce. He had also stopped "hunting" Alice entirely, now spending more and more time in his barn. Alice had noticed the change in mood from her little brother and missed the distraction he provided from her daily duties. Despite her attempts at coaxing him out, he remained gloomy and tense.

After a sixth night of no dinner for Bruce, Chrissy decided to try and see what was wrong. She fetched her wagon from the garage and filled it with the leftovers from supper, including a whole extra large meatloaf she'd made just for him. Meatloaf, sweet potatoes, and fresh baked challah that Kipling made earlier in the evening. She pulled the wagon of goodies behind her and approached the big blue barn that Bruce had claimed as his bedroom. She took a moment to lean against the door and listen for anything. She could hear his radio was on, but nothing else. She knocked three times.

"Bruce? Bruce honey, I got some supper for ya if yer hungry.". She was only met by silence. "Bruce, c'mon. You've been all moody n' actin' funny all week. Can I come in?". Chrissy heard the rustling of fabric and the radio cut out. Heavy footsteps shuffled towards the big double doors and ended before the right door was pushed open just enough for Chrissy to enter with the wagon. She looked up to see Bruce's broad shoulders and messy mane silhouetted against the lanterns that hung from the rafters. He shyly slunk back into his barn, followed by his mother.

"I brought'cha yer fav'rits. Meatloaf, swee'potatas, n' Kiplin's bread." Chrissy pulled off her jacket and hung it on one of the pegs near the doors. Bruce sat in his nest of blankets and pillows with his knees drawn to his chest. He avoided looking Chrissy's way, instead taking interest in the stitching of his sleeves. Chrissy sighed and approached her son, her dragging her feet slightly across the dusty dirt floor. She moseyed closer and closer to the giant before taking a seat next to him, leaning against the raw worn wood that made up the wall.

"Bruce, yain't ate hardly nothin' in almose a week. You feelin' sick, baby?" She asked, reaching over to gently tug on his shirt. Bruce didn't answer, but he lowered his hand down to her and laid it in her lap, palm-side up. Chrissy pulled it closer to her and hugged around his meaty paw, petting the hair on the backs of his knuckles. It certainly wasn't the peach fuzz he'd donned in years past. The hair on his hands and arms was growing thicker and coarser. Her eyes wandered up to his face, once having been the sweet round face of a young cub. His jaw was becoming squared, and the little caterpillar sideburns he had were advancing down his jawline, now beginning to show bits of stubble. Her little cub was growing into a bull. The two sat in silence before Bruce finally spoke.

"Chrissy...?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I.. I've been feelin' weird." Bruce's voice cracked as he spoke, momentarily getting a little deeper. Chrissy continued to run her hands across his knuckles. "I've been really hungry lately... And I uh..." he paused a moment. Chrissy could feel his pulse quicken beneath her hands. "I... I've been thinkin' that you, Kipling, n' Alice all smell really good." Chrissy blinked and chuckled knowingly.

"We all smell good, hm? What'us Kiplin' like?" Chrissy pried playfully. She felt Bruce's palm twitch.

"Uhhh...." Chrissy placed her hands in his palm at feeling his pulse speed up again. "Kipling uh... Kipling smells like uh...." Bruce avoided eye contact, his jaw taut. "Bread. He always smells... Like bread." Bruce's pulse slowed, as did his breathing.

"Mmhmm.. Sure sounds good. Whattabout Alice?" Bruce hesitated a moment, but this time answered more readily.

"Sh-she smells like the peppers in the garden."

"All spicy, huh?" Chrissy looked up at Bruce. A small giggle left his throat.

"Yeah."

"What I smell like?" Bruce eased his hand from Chrissy's arms and shifted so he sat cross-legged. Slowly and carefully, he scooped his mother into his sinewy mitts and brought her so close to his face that she could see every detail in those stormy grey eyes of his. He purred as he nuzzled her with his big nose, ending nearly a week of no affection. Chrissy froze for a moment as she heard him draw long, deep breaths from the deepest part of his chest. She hugged his shaggy head as best as she could, running her hand over his sideburns and through his soft thick faun colored hair. After a few minutes, Bruce's stomach growled loudly.

"You smell like cinnamon and coffee" Bruce whispered. It was the that Chrissy noticed Bruce was now staring directly at her, his pupils large and black. That hungry gaze familiar and made her smile inwardly, remembering all the cubs that had eaten her in the past. In a few rapid blinks, his pupils shrank to normal. "Chrissy, c-can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." Bruce set Chrissy on his belly and leaned back against the wall, forcing it to creak under his weight.

"When I was staying with Rose... I talked to a bull... I think his name was Gage... He had a human mate and kids-" Bruce's plump middle interrupted him with a long loud growl, making his cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. Chrissy rubbed his restless belly absently as she listened. "There was a real big storm and the human cubs were all afraid, hugging him and his mate. They were all so scared that they wouldn't stop crying. Gage then started purring.. He had a really deep purr. He scooped them all up and nuzzled them before opening his mouth ... And ate them all! B-but don't worry! They were all safe! He would never- He wouldn't ever, EVER-" Bruce's whole mood changed. His face was flushed red and he was shaking. He noticed that he's been gripping the blankets by his sides so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His breathing was fast and shallow as tears bit the corners of his eyes.

"Bruce..." Chrissy cooed softly, reaching up and petting his face. A large tear rolled down Bruce's cheek as he closed his eyes.

"Chrissy, is it bad to eat humans? Am I bad??" he whimpered, looking away.

"Awh honey, no... No..." she hushed him. She pulled the bedsheet kerchief from her hair and did her best to try and dry his tears.

"I-I've been wanting to e-EAT you all! You all smell good.. And I wanna h-HOLD all of you.. B-but I'd never EVER h-HURT you... I'm n..not BAD! I'm not...." Bruce wept freely, all his fear pouring out with his tears. He hugged Chrissy to his face, apologizing profusely between sobs. Chrissy let him cry into her, ignoring the tears drenching her shirt. Her poor sweet little cub... He was so afraid of hurting anyone.

"I... I couldn't hunt... It felt wrong....." Chrissy stroked his hair, tangling her fingers in his long shaggy locks.

"Oh babydoll...." Chrissy kissed Bruce's forehead. And looked into his teary grey eyes. "Yer sweeter n' a honeysuckle in th' sunshine. Couldn't hurt nobody. What'cher feelin' is common n' giants." Bruce sniffled and wiped the snot from his nose, taking deep breaths. Chrissy settled in the crook where his neck and shoulder met, petting the fluff that poked up from his shirt collar.

"Don't think I told'ya I got ate by giants a lot as a lil' gal." She chuckled. Bruce furrowed his brow and dried his tears on his sleeve. "Y'know I grew up round giants n' babysat alotta cubs, huh?" Bruce nodded. "Well, lotta th' cubs liked huntin' an' chasin' me. All in fun, 'course. An' they'd like gulpin' me down like a dumplin' an' kep' me in there a bit 'afore bringin' me back up." Bruce's eyes boggled from his head. Chrissy's been eaten before?? In a nice way??? "Nothin' wrong wit' it s'long as y'eat a hanful a salt 'afore. Makes it safe." Bruce winced. That part didn't sound fun. Chrissy sat up a little. "Tell ya what. T'morrow, I'm gon' head up t' town an' getcha a big ol' bag a' salt. So when yer feelin' ready, I can teach ya how. Sound good?" Bruce's heart fluttered and felt butterflies in his belly. Chrissy would let him eat her?? He was overjoyed. With a happy chirp, he nuzzled his nose into her side, his purrs so loud that his chest vibrated and shook Chrissy to her core. She loved Bruce so much. He was her sweet little cub, and was growing up into a big lovely bull. After a few moments of cuddling, Chrissy pulled away and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Feel better?" she asked. Bruce purred and chirped in response, helping her slide down his body and onto the ground. As she got her jacket, Bruce settled into his nest and gave a large yawn, showing off his nubby tusks. Chrissy put out each lantern one by one as Bruce peeled off his shirt for the night and burrowed into his blankets. He watched as Chrissy pushed the wagon of food towards his nest.

"I figured you'd be at least a lil' hungry." she chuckled. Bruce nodded with a smile. Chrissy turned and walked to the huge double doors, pushing one open before turning around.

"G'night, punk'in"

"Night, Chrissy." Chrissy smiled and was about to close the door behind her. "Chrissy?" She stopped and opened the door, peering at the giant in the darkness, his eyes reflecting the moonlight from the opened door.

"Yes darlin'?" A moment of silence was shared between the reflective eyes of an apex predator and the silhouette of a lone human in the darkness.

"I love you." The owner of the eyes replied, a faint purr meeting his mother's ears.

"I love you too, babydoll." Chrissy smiled lovingly at the glowing silver eyes of her son, letting the door close.