I like covering the effects of vore on the world and people, so this came about as a result. Yes I know, no actual vore in it but I found the concept interesting and wanted to toy with it. Every vore story I get where being a pred or prey being genetic always has the pred as the genetic trait and often don't give any explanation why preds are allowed to just grab people of the street and eat them. I liked the idea that it's the prey that are genetic, that their mere existence makes you want to eat them no matter what. makes you want to eat them, dominate them and just treat them like they aren't human.

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My heart pounded as I raised my hand to the door. If you're not a prey, it's just a normal door, but if you have the misfortune to have the prey gene, it was the door to hell. I gave a nervous glance out a nearby window, the sun was going to set soon. If things didn't go to plan, I'd be in trouble. I tried to ignore it as I slammed my knuckles against the white door, my hand reverberated with each strike, a side effect of this cursed gene that made me a prey, I was helplessly weak, and that was the least of my problems from it. I could hear the soft footsteps approaching the door, I swallowed nervously. The door opened revealing the man I had come to meet, he was far taller than me by almost a foot and a half, he was just shy of six feet tall, thin messy blonde hair that got thicker the further it went on his head, ghastly pale skin, large purple bags under his blue eyes, dressed entirely in black, black dress pants, black vest and a black dress shirt, despite his well-dressed attire, he looked like he had just woken.
"Hello," I stammered timidly, I could feel my body trembling as I tried to hold up the sheet of paper in my hand. "I'm here to meet Vincent. That's you, right?"
"Oh, you must be Hannah, come in." the man swept his arm to welcome me into his apartment. It was nothing special, just a bit messy, the only notable thing was a small box of womens shoes.

"I doubt it, but you wouldn't happen to like wearing women's shoes, do you?" I stuttered weakly, the man turned back to me with a raised eyebrow.
"No." His reply was blunt turning back as if the question had never happened, but it confirmed my fears, those were the shoes of god knows how many women who had the misfortune of being born with the prey gene like myself.
"What perfect time, you arrived just in time for dinner," Vincent replied with a chuckle.
"PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!" I cried without thinking. I'd had far too many close calls with people thinking I'd make a nice meal to just grab and gulp or, just trying to rape me on the street. I could feel my body trembling, my knees on the verge of buckling. He turned back to me with a sigh.
"I was just going to ask if you'd like some pancakes." He jabbed a finger over to his kitchen. I hadn't noticed in my worry, but the apartment was filled with the smell and sound of pancakes sizzling on an element.
"Oh, yes, please," my trembling body and voice refused to leave as I followed him with a good distance between us for my safety.
"Table's just there. We can talk business while we eat." the young man replied as he attended to the crackling food, I seated myself nervously, scanning the room as quickly but subtly as I could.
"Three sound good?"
"Sure," I stammered quickly turning back to him to not give him the wrong idea. Again he sighed as he plopped down a plate of pancakes before me, quickly followed by one for his own. He had a blank almost, dead-eyed stare as he took his seat. I held out my forum to the program, I'm not sure what I was hoping it would accomplish, after all, it was just a forum for the prey protection program. Vincent sighed for the third time in the short few minutes I had known him.

"Miss, I'm not going to eat you, that's why you're here. Before you say it, yes, I have heard the stories of the ones who ignore the terms, but most of those have been proven to be forgeries, it's simply smarter to not eat your ward. As for the others? Ya, they're idiots." he had a blunt annoyed tone to his voice as he pulled the forum over to him.
"I know, but those stories are hard to look past, and if you're in this program, you don't want to be eaten. I don't. I'm terrified of the idea! So you'll excuse me if I'm more than a bit scared to be in the same room as a known pred who has a box full of shoes from people you ate!" my words started as what I meant to be a simple statement yet before I knew it, I was in tears, shouting at the top of my lungs.
"One moment! One-moment lapse is all it takes for you to kill me and probably not even think twice about me after I'm digested painfully in your gut! So how am I supposed to be calm!"
He was silent for a moment followed by a sharp inhale before he began speaking.
"Do you know what it takes to be registered in the protect a prey program?" his tone was far more relaxed and understanding this time.
"No, I don't."
"Three days, it takes three days," he responded calmly.
"That's it?" I shouted, my chair screeching out from under me as I shot up, horrified at what I was hearing.
"Please allow me to finish. It takes three days, locked in a room with a prey. Three days with surprisingly little food, enough to tide you over but enough to make sure you're hungry. For three days, you have to make sure your prey remains uneaten. Mine walked out three days later, fine. Part of the test was to simply live with them like a wife, just as with the program. Since we are to be "married," but as a result, I had to sleep next to my prey while hungry and not eat her or I would fail immediately. True I ate her eventually, but she agreed to be eaten, was completely willing and was after the test. I understand if you don't believe me, but unlike most people, I acknowledge prey as human beings and not just disposable toys to be molested and devoured. So please, understand that I'm not going to hurt you." he leaned back in his chair, his voice never rising as he spoke, his words calm and understanding. For a brief moment, I almost believed him when he said he saw prey as people.
"I make it a habit to only eat willing prey, I never touch a prey who is unwilling, and it is very clear you don't. So you have nothing to fear from me." he gave me a friendly smile that did calm me down, he seemed to be honest about what he was saying, that or he was a good liar.
"It was vincent, right?" I squeaked.
"That's right. I can also give you another reason I won't eat you. Though I'll admit this one is rather selfish. But I'm not good at making friends or talking to people, and I've never had a girlfriend. Yet here I have the chance to end up "married" to a beautiful woman who needs to rely on me to protect her. How could I not go out of my way to keep that as long as possible?" Vincent chuckled.
It was my turn to sigh at this, it did help to learn that my new host/husband was that hopeless, it was hard not to laugh.
"So that's it, huh? You just wanted a waifu?" I chuckled weakly. Vincent shrugged with a smirk.
"Now, I don't know about you, but I think our conversation got rather intense. Why don't we enjoy our food?" he grinned as we began cutting into the fluffy pancakes.

We ate mostly in silence, the only sounds being the occasional screech of cutlery against plates until the food was gone.
"What's it like to eat someone?" I whimpered without thinking. I don't know what compelled me to ask such a deranged question, but I did, even knowing the answer was going to terrify me.
Vincent leaned back slightly as he thought about what to say. "It's a bit strange at first. The feeling of your body expanding in a way that should be impossible. It's also in a way terrifying to know you just condemned someone to death, to feel the laws of physics break around you but worst is the realization, you don't care. It's exhilarating to feel another person be sealed inside your stomach, to do the impossible, to digest someone. To hear their orgasmic cries, or their cries of terror, to feel them dissolve and become part of you. It is an array of sensations, and the sheer sexual pleasure is a league of its own, far exceeding sex. Or at least that's what I've heard from other predators."
"I see."
"My turn, what was it like to realize you were a prey?" he replied, there was no sense of malice so much as genuine curiosity.
"It was horrifying, the worst part though was I didn't know what was happening. I just started getting weaker and weaker with each passing day. Eventually, I couldn't even open a simple milk jug without getting exhausted, even the simplest acts of strength left me tired. Eventually, I could barely carry my school bag, but it was when..." the words slammed into my throat, my body rejecting the mere idea of talking about it. I ignored it, forcing the words from myself, "When my best friend, who I knew since I was a child tried to devourer me, she almost succeeded too. If it hadn't been for my father, I would have been digested almost two years ago." I could feel tears running down my cheek as I spoke, but now I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.
"Even he thought about eating me, he had to lock himself away for over an hour to make sure he didn't. Ever since that day, I've had pepper spray on me at all times. It's saved my life more than once. I've had too many close calls, I...I...never want to experience that again. All because my mere existence makes people want to eat and molest me!" I whimpered, all the worst moments of my life flooding back to me.
"Please, stop," Vincent replied. I looked up to find him making his way to me.

"Why do you not like hearing about the suffering preds cause." I stuttered angrily.
"No, it's clear these are painful memories, I understand, and I am so sorry I asked. I never meant to hurt you, I just wanted to understand a view that I will never know. I'm sorry." his words were kind, gentle as he wrapped his arms around me gently.
"It's my job now to protect you, and I intend to do that." Vincent's words were exceptionally kind, he let go of me, wandering into another room. He came back with a blanket which he wrapped around my shoulders. He sauntered over to a shelf of movies with a smile.
"Perhaps a movie to take your mind off it all. You wouldn't happen to like horror movies, would you?"
"So long as no one's getting eaten, I like them." I smiled timidly. Vincent smiled placing a movie he had pulled out back on the shelf.

We ended up settling on John Carpenter's The Thing. Despite the fact it had people being eaten it was in a different enough way that I could enjoy, mostly. It still sent the occasional shudder up my spine at a few scenes, just due to characters being eaten, but for the most part, I was able to look past it. The movie came to its end before I knew it.
"So, what do you think about the ending? Is Childs The Thing? " I asked with a chuckle.
"Oh, no question."
"Because he drinks a Molotov?"
"No, he has no breath. The movie makes a big thing out of how much we see the character's breath, but Childs has no large puff of breath."
"...How did I not notice that?"
"I know, right?" Vincent laughed.
"I think I'm going to go to sleep. I'll just take the couch." I quivered. Vincent cocked an eyebrow as a small smirk began to emerge.
"Oh? That's fair, tonight must have been taxing on you. But if we are going to be married," Vincent took my hands, lifting me into his arms like a princess, "I believe you have wifely duties to take care of."
I panicked immediately as he carried me through the living room. He may not have wanted to eat me, but there was more he could do to me. According to the law, she was still barely human. That was one of the nightmares of being a prey was that you a walking piece of meat, anyone could just grab and eat you or just kidnap or rape any prey you happened to find. Thank god the law at least allowed us to fight back. Even the prey protection program warned that we were still toys for their new spouse/bodyguard. Even if Vincent viewed me as a person that didn't mean he wouldn't try to have his way with me as he pleased. We soon arrived in his bedroom, he carefully flopped me onto the bed with a smile.
"Please be gentle." I whimpered while trying to hold back tears.
"No. I intend to give this my all." he smiled wickedly as he crawled onto the bed. I slammed my eyes shut.
"Cuddles!" he cried as wrapped his arms around me tightly while pulling a large fluffy blanket over the two of us. To my surprise, nothing else happened, he didn't try anything. He just hugged me, no malice, no cruelty, it was just a gentle embrace. My eyes closed again, this time softly. Maybe I had found a preditor I could trust.