#and a little bit of pred pov too

[voregeoise]

Sailor's Savior's Snack

Just a heads up, this is not the big project ive been mentioning. That's gonna be on the back burner for a long while. But enjoy some sea snake Naga brainrot in the meantime.

A warming, our prey does feel pretty hopeless in their situation before they meet our pred. So, beware.

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He stared in shock at the drift wood that used to be his pride and joy. The boat he had built himself, shattered so fast. He hadn't even had time to see what had done it. Whether it was an accidental crash, or something wrecking his boat, he didn't know. Nor did it really matter, he just clung on to a chunk of his boat for dear life.

Hours passed, the sun slowly made its way across the sky. As he drifted, a dreadful thought passed his mind. He was alone, exhausted, cold and treading water. No one knew where he was. He was utterly stranded.

He was going to die here.

Cold, alone and scared. A feeling of hopelessness descended on him. The realization that the chances of someone finding him were slim to none.

As the day continued he grew more and more exhausted, more and more resigned to his fate. As the sun set he made sure to appreciate it. It would in all likelihood be his last. Once darkness descended he felt the water grow chilled. He desperately tried to stay awake, he needed to stay up or else he'd drown. He knew it was unlikely he'd survive to the morning, but he didn't want to die. Not yet, not yet, just a few more precious minutes of life.

As he felt his eyelids grow heavy, he felt something brush up against his leg. He felt fear creep into his mind. He tried to look into the water and see what touched him, but the dark, murky sea hid it. There as a few nerve racking minutes as he waited for the thing to show itself. Eventually, it did.

A colossal sea serpent emerged from the sea, in the moonlight it's blue scales shone, and it's grey eyes seemed to glow. But there was something odd about it, the serpent was a naga. He'd never heard of a naga that lived in the ocean, let alone one so large. It's stare didn't calm his nerves. After a few long seconds it spoke.

"And what do I have here? How long have you been treading water alone?"

Something about its tone was.... unnerving. But he replied anyways.

"M-My boat... i-it got wrecked and-"

"I assume that piece of wood you're clinging to is what's left of your boat?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Well would you like some help my little prey?"

"Oh thank God! Yes ple- wait... p-prey? Did i-i hear y-you r-right? P-Prey?"

"You heard me correctly, now, let me help."

"N-No! NO! Wait! A-Are y-you going to e-eat me?"

"Of course! Why would I not enjoy a delectable little morsel like you?"

"W-wait! P-please!"

"Aww, don't you worry my friend! I'll be kind."

"N-No! I dont wanna die like this!"

The serpent paused for a moment before speaking again. "I think you misunderstood me. I'm merely trying to help, I'm going to eat you, not kill you."

"H-Help? How? Y-You're going to kill me!"

"Oh settle down, you. Im going to help you. Whether or not you trust me. You'll be safe, I can promise you."

"But I'll die?"

"No you won't. My friend I offer you a warm and cozy place to rest and you accuse me of wanting to murder you? Is this how you treat all those offering aid?"

"I-In your stomach?! You ARE trying to murder me! Get away you fucking freak!"

"I'd like you to try and make me, little prey. I'm not one to leave a sweet little thing like you to die. I'd much rather keep you in a safer, more... filling place."

"N-No! Please! Not like this!"

The serpent reached a hand under him and scooped him out of the water. The serpent used its other hand to take away his little piece of driftwood and tossed it into the water. He was too exhausted and cold to struggle. He didnt have the energy to run. His fate was left in the hands of this predator.

"Look, if you're really that scared, I can give you a minute to calm down and prove myself. How does that sound my little friend?"

"Please... I'm cold... and tired... I don't want to die... I'm scared... don't hurt me..."

"Hey, it's going to be okay. I'll heat you up, just trust me." It replied in a softer tone.

He turned up towards the nagas face. The snake had an almost comforting expression on it's face. It raised its hand up to its maw. The naga slowly parted it's jaws, he braced for the serpent to toss him down it's throat. But it never did. It merely tilted it's hand up slowly, letting him slide into its mouth. He didn't struggle, he didn't have the strength. He simply covered his eyes, and accepted fate.

He felt him drop into its maw. He waited for the serpent to swallow him down. He waited, and waited, and waited. But it never came, he didn't really feel the serpent move him at all. He only noticed the nagas forked toungue occasionally brush against him. After a few long minutes, he worked up the courage to open his eyes. He looked around and... He was fine? It's was wet and slick, but seemingly safe and warm for now. The snake hadn't even shut it's mouth. He used the little of his strength left to sit himself up. Only a few moments after he did, the serpent spoke up in a comforting tone.

"See? You're safe."

It's was odd to be inside someone's maw as they spoke, but the serpent stayed rather quiet, speaking as softly as it could manage.

"I... I'm fine?"

"Yes you are my little prey. Do you feel any better? Are you still cold?"

"I... guess... what are you.... going to do now?"

"Once you're feeling safe, I'll gulp you down so both of us can get some rest."

"I... but won't I get... digested? I'll end up in your stomach, won't I?"

"No, you won't find any acids down there. You'll end up in my storage stomach, safe for you to be."

"I... how can I trust you?"

"If I wanted to hurt you, why wouldn't I gulp you down now? Nothing's stopping me. You're in my mouth, tired, trapped and at my mercy. If I really wanted to do such a thing, why would I be trying to comfort you?"

"W-will I be able to leave?"

"I'll gag you up once we get to shore. I promise."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, neither of us do. I need to keep you safe and... my gut is the best option. Nothing will be able to even touch you there, well, except for me."

As the serpent finished it's sentence he watched as the lips around him curreled into a slight smile.

"I... I'm not... I don't..."

"Its alright, take your time to get comfortable with the idea of being in serpents stomach. I'd rather you go down willingly in this, and it will be better for you too."

"How... how are you talking right now? I'm in... your mouth... yet you talk like normal."

"Practice my dear friend, you are far from the first person to be in your position. I've held conversations much longer then this one with people in my maw."

"Y-You've done this before?"

"Of course! Countless times! However... would you like to know something?"

"What's that?"

"Out of everyone I've ever tasted, you by far have the best flavor. Most have barely and flavor at all! And those that do have such sad and mild tastes. But you... you... You're just delectable. You're very sweet, a little umami too. I hope you don't mind me savoring you, it's not often I have something as good as you, my friend..."

He wasn't quite sure what to make of this information.

"I... thank you? I guess?"

"Honestly, if you decide to spend a little longer in my maw to prepare yourself, I wouldn't mind. I can afford to wait a little longer."

"I'll... I'll think about it..."

The snake didn't respond after that. It just sat there, with its toungue slowly moving over him. Tasting him. And himself? He just sat there too. Trying to calm down and brace for what would soon come. Being able to turn around and peer down the murky darkness of its throat didn't fill him with confidence. After a few minutes, the serpent piped up again.

"Well? Are you ready my little prey? I've had my fun for now, and I think it's time for the main course."

"I... umm... maybe..."

"Its okay if not, I'll give you a few more minutes to prepare, should you desire of course."

He wasn't ready. He couldn't be ready. He was about to be eaten alive. He was nervous, scared and exhausted. He thought he might be able to trust the snake, but still. He didn't want to be eaten. Not that he had a choice. He knew a few more minute sitting in its mouth wouldn't calm him down, so he decided to just get it over with.

"I'm... about as ready as I ever could be... just... will this hurt?"

"No, it shouldn't hurt."

"S-Shouldn't? I-It might?"

"It will be very tight for about a minute, but if you just lay down or currel up, it won't be so bad. Just be careful."

He slowly laid down on the floor of its maw and curreled up into a loose ball. Light in its mouth grew dimmer and dimmer as the snake closed its jaws. His breathing grew shaky and an anxious feeling appeared in the back of his mind. Gravity shifted as the serpent began to tilt it's head back. As it tilted it's head back further and further he started slowly sliding back. He felt his heart pound as he started moving. After a second, the snake swallowed.

*glik*

He was forced into a tight space. The muscles around him pushed him down. It was hard to breathe. There was no room. He was trapped by the slick wet walls of its gullet. Adrenaline kicked in. He tried to struggle, he pushed against its esophagus. He had barely been in here for a few seconds, and he was already panicking. But a few seconds later, he felt an extra pressure appear. It came from one spot and followed him down. It was the serpent, using a hand to feel him. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing. He stopped struggling and his breathing calmed. His touch followed him for another minute. After that, he dropped into a chamber. He had reached its stomach and... He was fine? He felt fine. All around him he felt the naga give a content exhale.

"Ahhh, I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable for you in there. You started struggling after a bit, you had me a little worried."

"I-I'm... okay... God... y-you ate... me.... I-Im going to be safe... Right? Y-You promised!"

"Oh of course my dear prey. You're safe."

He took a deep breath to calm his mind. He was safe. He propped himself up against the stomach walls. It wasn't... all that bad here. Like being in the snakes maw. It was soft and squishy, a comfortable place. The warm air was a welcome change from the chilled sea air. He could hear the snake breathe, all around him the walls slowly moved, providing a soothing massage like feeling.

"This... this isn't so bad..."

"Awww, thank you. I'm glad to hear it."

"So... now what?"

"Rest up, friend. You're exhausted. Take the time to rest in my stomach, it's comfortable in there. From what I've heard."

"Can I... sleep here? Is that... safe?"

"Of course, I'll keep you safe."

"I... okay..."

"Have a restful sleep my little prey..."

He slowly shut his eyes, letting his exhaustion win. Almost immediately, he drifted into a deep slumber.

----(Transition to preds pov)----

As the serpent felt it's prey fall asleep, they gently placed a hand on their gut. Despite his size, he was a rather filling person. One of the better prey they'd ever had. They wondered if they might be able to convince him to return every now and then, they'd never had the same prey more then once. But they could wait to ask that question. Now was the time to enjoy the moment.

The snake let itself sink into the sea. It shut it's eyes and focused on taking in all the sensations coming from its gut. After a few minutes the naga gently landed on the sea floor. The feeling in its stomach was soothing, comforting. A feeling of sleepiness descended upon it too. And the serpent let it. Drifting off, like the man in its gut.

#soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #human prey #prey pov #and a little bit of pred pov too #naga pred #enjoy this little thing i made

[keis-slut]

Sex In The Pizzaplex

fnaf

chapter iii. - Monty ⚠︎

CW: CHOKING, PRAISE, DIRTY TALK, TUMMY BULGE, FACE FUCKING, IMPLIED DEGRADATION, PRED/PREY MENTION, OVERSTIMULATION

Reader POV

My shift tonight was a little different.

Instead of cleaning up slobber and probably shit off the Daycare floor, and picking up random toys or baby pacifiers people had left behind,

or being fucked by the Daycare attendant...

I was assigned to clean Monty's room, tune his bass, and check if he had any damages on his shell.

I was a bit mortified to enter his room, even after hearing they all liked me anyway, I was still afraid Monty would be a bit

unpredictable.

But, I still went with it, maybe i'd get lucky here too. I could check another one off the bucket list.

As I approched his greenroom down Rockstar Row, I expected him to be angrily destroying everything inside, but it was silent.

Maybe he wasn't in there.

I furrow my eyebrows, wondering where he could be, but I shrug and continue anyway.

I scan my badge, and the door opens for me, revealing a dark, and trashed greenroom.

"oh, my..." I mumble, the door sliding shut behind me.

There was only one light in this room, still holding on by a thread, so it wasn't pitch black, but still not easy to see. It flickered as I walked further into the room, stepping on what seemed to be ripped up cardboard and soda cups.

As I carefully step forward trying not to trip on these things, I suddenly heard a noise next to me, before I was slammed into something behind me. My breath hitched as I hit the wall, and I look up to be face-to-face with the Gator as he bent down to get to my level.

"well, well, well...look who decided to visit..." He purrs his light southern accent, bringing a clawed finger to scratch at my chin.

"Hey, Monty" I greet casually with no shame, as I calm down from the unexpected scare.

"you know, I'm a little angry about the show today...talk about great timing" He pouts sarcastically, and my mind decides to be bold, knowing he was referring to his infamous angry tantrums we all heard daily.

"but who says you have to take your anger out like that? it's just more of a mess I have to clean..." I respond, slightly suggestive.

He narrows his eyes at me curiously.

"and what is it you are referring to?" He hissed, his face inching closer to mine.

"you're smart, aren't you? put the pieces together, big boy" I smile up at him, placing my hand onto his cold chest plate as he towered over me.

"don't taunt me" He pushes himself closer, and this gesture alone made between my legs pulse.

"i'm taunting you?" I sarcastically question, bending down and stepping out from under him.

He huffs and turns around, a low growl admitting from his advanced voice box.

"i'd watch your tone..." He warned, and I backed up into his torn red couch, sitting on it comfortably. I hum, placing my hands on my thighs.

"make me" I provoke purposely, and he stomps over to me, clasping his clawed hand around my jaw, from palm to fingertips making its way from my chin to the back of my head, he forced me to look up at him.

"you're one filthy girl, aren't you?" He snapped, as I purred into his large robotic hand.

"so you do understand" I laugh, bringing a hand to stroke his pelvic plate.

"I wanna know what you're hiding under here" I purr seductively, and his hand drags down as he wraps his metal fingers around my neck, squeezing it just enough to make my eyes roll and harder to breathe.

"Monty..." I moan breathlessly, his red eyes locked on me from behind the lenses of his star-shaped glasses.

He leans closer to my face, eyeing me as I bring a hand on top of his robotic one placed around my neck.

"who else have you done this with?" He growled, releasing my neck from his choking grip as I whine disappointingly.

"no one, you'd be the first" I lied, but he bought it as he perked up and his tail snapped behind him.

He leaned down a bit more, his big hand now placed on one of my thighs.

"I can smell you from here, slut" He snarls, trapping me on his couch as he then placed his hands on either sides of me.

"so needy" He teases, the end of his cold snout touching my nose, he was so close.

"just for you..." I admit, writhing beneath him and bringing my hand to gently caress between my legs as they're slightly spread.

"how about you take those off for me, baby..." He gestures a clawed finger to my pants, and I smirk, bringing my hands above my head and hooking them over the couch behind me.

"how about you take them off for me"

I was purposely giving him an attitude, hoping this would spark more of the anger inside him, annoying him to the point where this angry-sex had to be a thing.

And it seemed to be working as he snarled lowly, quickly bringing a robotic hand between my legs and completely ripping the fabric covering me to shreds with his claws. Shivering as the cold air touched my exposed skin, he eyed me like a predator, and my pussy throbbed knowingly being his prey.

"so wet already, you'd get fucked by anything, wouldn't you, slut?" He teased, reminding me of the fact he was an animatronic.

But shamelessly, yes, the thought of just being utterly destroyed by these heavily advanced AI robots really appealed to me.

And Monty was about to be the first.

I brought my hand between my legs and traced a finger along my soaked pussy, gently hovering over my clit as my hips jerked forwards.

"Monty..." I moan, and he lets out the darkest growl ever in response, so obviously leaking with desire as he crawled over me.

"yes, baby?"

"use me, please" I beg, barely pushing a finger inside me as his greenroom starts to grow hot and heavy.

I heard a low click from Monty's shell, and looking down slightly I noticed his pelvic plate open, shifting upwards as a large, green colored phallus-shape emerged from inside, slightly dripping with something green from his purplish tip.

"oh, use you?..." He snaps, suddenly grabbing my waist and lifting me off the couch, my back still pressing against the cushion behind me. I whine as he brought his leg up on the couch to hold himself up, and had no problem picking up my body like a weightless doll and bringing me down onto his cock.

"fuck, Monty!-"

I scream as his tip kisses my cervix, I could feel it, my walls clenching around him as it burned for a few seconds. He was so big and stretched me so quick, it took me a little to adjust.

"you asked for it, baby, and look at you"

He squeezes my waist tighter, and I bring my arms to hold myself up against the couch.

"taking me so well, like a good girl"

He held the bottom half of my body up as he slammed into me, only slightly able to see how his tip rubbed me so deep as it bulged on my lower tummy.

I throw my head back with a mewl as my pussy hugged him in all the right places. Suddenly, he had shifted on his leg, leaving me to shift on him too. A loud whimper emits from my throat as that shift had him teasing my g-spot, my soft walls now clenching harder around him.

"you feel so much tighter now, baby, you wanna finish on my cock?" He asks, knowing all too well of the pure bliss I was in, unable to make out a proper response.

I felt something release from my core as my vision went hazy, my head lolling to the side as I assume I had finished.

But he didn't pull out.

My mouth hung open as my eyes squeezed shut, and I felt his hands remove themselves from my waist and travel down my legs. He pulled them so my heels were brushing his shoulders, his hands placed on my thighs as he crawled onto the couch, pushing himself deeper inside me, my legs shaking.

"you said use you..." He growled, harshly pulling himself out before plowing in again.

"so i'll use you 'til i'm done" He adds, slamming into my overstimulated cunt as I cry.

I didn't want him to stop, I was extremely overstimulated but it felt so good as he probably forgot I was even a real person for a bit. Grunting, growling, scratching, using me angrily. He fucked so recklessly, his sunglasses had fallen onto my chest, but it didn't stop him.

He brought a clawed hand to my shirt, using a nail to rip the buttons off, it flying open to reveal my bra, breasts spilling out from his thrusts.

He took his nail again and brought it between my boobs, hooking it onto my bra and pulling it. And with a snap, that was off as well, my breasts bouncing free.

I needed new work clothes now...

His thrusts grew sloppy eventually as I laid almost lifeless, letting him throw me around however he pleased because, from the second orgasm I had built up, it pleased me too.

He pushed himself into me deeply as he sat there for a second, letting my pussy carefully wrap around him before he sharply pulled out, my squirting climax getting all over his chestplate.

I whine as I try to catch my breath, relaxing as he stood up.

But he abruptly grabbed my arm, and my eyes snap open widely as he pulls me to sit up.

"you think i'm done with you?" He snarles with a low chuckle. I sat on my knees as he approached me, his cock perfectly at eye level as I was still on the couch to be tall enough.

"let's see how well your throat can take me now" He snarls, gripping at my hair harshly as I moan. He brings his other hand down to my jaw, using his thumb to pry my mouth open.

"open your pretty mouth for me, baby" He pleads.

He went from being completely ruthless, to sweet in a matter of seconds, but what's so hot about it is that "sweet" was an act to pity me. To look down on me, to make me feel small. And It made between my legs just pulse for more.

I shifted so I was able to sit on my foot, the pressure just enough against my clit to get me off, rolling my hips subtly.

His hand that had pried my mouth open made it's way to my hair too, pulling at it as he brought his tip to my lips. I open my mouth for him and he immediately thrusts, his head choking me. My eyebrows knit as my eyes roll to the back of my head, a loud moan vibrating against his cock. He fucked my face in such an animalistic way, not stopping to let me breathe. I had drool seeping from the sides of my mouth as he pet the top of my head, and slipped himself to the back of my throat.

"I love how well you take me...doesn't matter how" He admits, a low growl rumbling from his voice box as he thrusts, holding it there for a second before a liquid spilled on the back of my tongue.

It wasn't warm, and not salty, but rather sweet and a bit bubbly.

He pulled out of my mouth, my lips making a pop as his release spilled from my lips slightly.

"you're so pretty with my mess all over you, baby" He praised, bringing a clawed thumb to my lips again and sticking it in my mouth. I looked up at his eyes, staring at him as I circled my tongue around his nail, still rutting myself against my foot, attempting to get off for the third time.

I sucked on his thumb as he loomed over me, watching me as I pathetically attempted to get off with a needy whine.

But his stare was only helping as I felt a release in my core, the adrenaline in my body now abandoning me.

He retracted his finger from my mouth, and closed his pelvic plate as I threw myself back onto the couch with a moan.

"come back anytime, baby"

#smut writing #wattpad #writers on tumblr #fnaf #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf monty #montgomery gator #monty gator #monty fnaf #monty smut #fnaf smut

[teal-fiend]

Mood swings

content: Observer pov, fatal vore, digestion

It was getting around that time when B needed to feed. They had been locked away in their room all day, A hadn’t seen them in hours. He had come back home from work and their door was still closed. 

A knocked. No response. He slowly opened the door, and it was so dark inside that he couldn’t even see where the pred was. 

“No, don’t come in”

Even when they spoke, A still couldn’t see where the voice was coming from. 

“Am I too appetising to be near you right now?” 

B didn’t respond, which made A a little anxious, but he thought it would take more than this for B to resort to eating him. 

“Do you want me to bring prey for you?” A asked nicely

Maybe B felt guilty about what they had to do to prey, and that was why they always left it so late, until they were paralysed with hunger, to the point where A had to catch prey for them. He didn’t mind, of course. He more than didn’t mind. He enjoyed it. It was like having an exotic pet, that could talk, and eat people. He felt like Seymour with the plant. And it was kind of funny how helpless B was. What would the pred do without him? Just wither away

A was ready for this moment, unlike B, he always planned ahead. In less than an hour, he had brought in prey for B.

Before the prey went into B’s room, they said, “I never thought I’d get the opportunity to do this,”

“Yeah, there are so few preds these days

A led the prey to B’s room, 

“Just in here, they’re a bit strung up right now, but they should be able to eat you just fine. If they can’t, well that hasn’t happened before so-” He opened the door and let the prey sneak in.

A usually didn’t watch the consuming happen; he didn’t want B to mistake them for the prey in their frenzy. But he kind of wished he could watch it happen, because as he heard a few whispered words, shuffling noises and a thud, he wanted to know exactly what was going on in there. 

After A thought it was over he entered the room and flicked the light on. He saw the prey’s feet disappear down B’s throat. He blushed and turned away; B didn’t like to be watched while they ate. 

After the prey had landed in their stomach, the pred exhaled in a kind of wheeze that concerned A.

“Are you alright?” “Everything hurts”

“Oh! Okay, I’ll get some tylenol”

A gave them the pills with water, and then turned off the light. He decided to give B a few minutes to acclimate to their meal.

Half an hour had gone by before A came back, he left the light off this time, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark.

B was there waiting

“A,” they said amiably, “welcome back, come, come here”

B was wrapped up under their covers, A thought that he could see the shape of their belly underneath, but it was obscure in the dark. 

“A” they said again, “come, sit,” B gestured to a space beside them.

As A sat down, B grabbed him and pulled him beneath the blanket, squishing him up against their full stomach - A felt and heard it gurgle against him. 

“Ah, are you feeling better?”

B sighed against A, “shh shh, bed time, go to sleep.”

It was definitely not bed time, it wasn’t close to the evening at all

“You don’t have a stomachache or anything?”

“Mmm, no, no. Prey went down real easy.”

“Yeah, you didn’t seem to have any trouble” except for when they were in terrible pain, which A supposed had passed quickly

B took A’s hands and pressed them against their stomach, “feel,”

A shivered as he felt the ill-defined figure of the prey deep underneath B’s skin. It was almost scary how digested it already was.

“Uhh,” A coughed, “yep, you got ’em. Well done.” He patted B’s stomach

A soon realised that B had fallen asleep, but when he tried to get up, B would hold onto him tighter. He resigned to take a nap, fully clothed, not tired, and pressed against the predator’s increasingly loud gut

—

When A woke up, it was the early morning, and B wasn’t in bed anymore. A blinked hard, he’d been asleep for ages

B was in the living room, cleaning.

“Goodmorning,” they said to A, “you’re up early”

A yawned, “so are you.”

“Do you want breakfast? I made you some,” B handed him a slightly warm plate of pancakes

“I’m not hungry, obviously.”

They were wearing an oversized sweater so it was harder to tell that they were still fairly bloated from yesterday.

“You’ve bounced back,” A said

“I always do”

“Do you have plans for today?” A asked, “you seem like you have plans.”

“I’ll probably have to wait a little bit longer,” B said

They didn’t like to go out with such an obvious stomach. 

“What if we go somewhere isolated? The weather’s good today, you should take a day off, don’t you want to lie in the sun?”

“Maybe,” B replied. “That would be nice”

A finished his pancakes, and then both of them got ready and packed the car, then drove off into the country. 

#digestion #fatal vore #implied digestion #v/ore #vore digestion #vore fic #tw vore #soft vore #v.ore #vore writing #i never know how to end these

[coldtwaer]

Craving more than chocolate (1/2)

Essentially my (late) Valentine's gift to a happy little ace like me.

Also…first person POV!?

I also decided to “romanticize” my paragraph breaks more since looking back I even found it to be too many words at once sometimes.

Tags: Wrong thing for the right reasons, Gentle pred, Willing prey, Willing pred, Half Sized Vore, Nonsexual Vore, Misunderstandings, JUST COMMUNICATE NERDS, Ooey Gooey lovey dovey tomfoolery

I had to break it into two parts because I got too indulgent and ended up writing a lot more than I thought

The parts:

Part 1 (The setup has no vore but it is very implied that it will happen) [750 words]

Part 2 (The part that actually has vore. You technically don’t need to read the first part unless you want more context) [954 words]

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I looked at the time on my phone as I was brushing my teeth. It was almost time for me to go pick up my boyfriend so we could go on our date. I had reserved a table at a fancy restaurant which was a bit expensive but this was a special occasion.

Besides, from the last few times we had spoken over the phone, I could tell he had been stressed. I just hoped everything is alright because he has been avoiding seeing me in person for what was now two weeks. He told me it was just some personal issues that he needed to take care of but I can’t help but worry that it’s more than just that.

But there’s no time to stress about that. Me and him were going on a date and we would have a good time. I kept telling myself that while doing the final touches on my makeup. I nearly messed up my eyeliner stroke when I heard my phone ring.

Of course, it was my boyfriend when I had just been thinking about him. But what would he want now when I was about to go pick him up? I lifted my phone to my ear and pinned it to my shoulder so I could finish my makeup. “Hey Sweets, what’s up?” I asked.

There was silence in response at first. I was about to ask if everything was alright but then I heard a small sigh. “Hello love, um, I know we were meant to go out today but I was wondering if we could maybe…reschedule? I know this is sudden but certain …things..are making it difficult to…I just can’t do it right now” his voice was deep, soft, and a bit sad.

I didn’t know what to say, yet my emotions seemed to. “Seriously..? Why? Why are you doing this to me now? This is the third time you’ve canceled our plans. And why this one? We've been planning on doing this since last month!” I didn’t mean to sound so upset but I was.

I took a breath before continuing “If there’s something wrong you know you can talk to me”

I didn’t hear anything from him again but this time I assumed that he was just thinking. The silence gave me some time to calm down. Then, he responded.

“You’re right, and doing this to you isn’t fair. Let’s do what we planned tonight. But, I’ll drive there myself and meet up with you.” He told me

I wanted to ask why he didn’t want me to pick him up but he was quick to add on.

“Love you, Aries, see you soon”

My heart melted a bit though my mind still was worried “Love you too, can’t wait”

—-

I arrived at the restaurant a bit early. Surprisingly my boyfriend was already standing outside. He looked so cute in his dark red suit that complimented his curly black hair.

“Alex!” I ran over and gave him a big hug. I might have been half his height but that didn’t mean I wasn’t capable. I felt his breath hitch. He gently moved me back and patted my arms.

I must have given him a look of confusion because he quickly reached into his pocket and presented a fresh rose and a box of my favorite chocolates. “My garden’s best rose for the best person” he smiled.

I wasn’t sure if it was possible to fall in love with someone again but I wanted to then.

—-

My instincts kept telling me something was wrong. It was the way he avoided my gaze and when he did look at me it was like he was in a trance. I tried to focus on my drink but he was blankly staring at me. Well, not blankly, there was intention in those eyes. The intention of what? I had no idea.

Then I noticed him doing something that I’d never seen him do before. He drooled. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside his mind. If the drooling wasn’t strange enough, I heard his stomach audibly growl and groan, as if it wanted something.

That thing was probably food.

“You sound like you’re starving” I giggled a bit as he snapped out of it and looked me in the eyes.

“Oh! Uh…I’m sorry I just…I was thinking and-” His face was red with embarrassment.

“It’s okay” I assured him

He hesitated “...Hey, can we talk?”

#vore blog #sfw vore #v.ore #vore writing #soft vore #implied vore

[cerberusthenking3]

A Flood We Couldn't Stop

I have reversed the roles and made a Red Lizard sized predatory Rivulet,who is a very cuddly pred

Also,this is not using cannon characters,to be clear

Warning:This will contain soft,safe,protective vore,accidental fearplay,roles reversed,fear of death/digestion

Ranto POV.

I struggle within the heavy liquid as I feel the air in my lungs running out while I try to shove the salamander off of me,but it just bites onto my leg much harder and pulls me deeper into the water and my vision begins darkening around the edges.I give a begging look to the salamander and see it grinning cruelly,restlessly wating for me to stop breathing when a spear is suddenly sent straight into it's side and it releases my leg with a shriek of pain as it look up and a blue creature shoots past me and grabs the spear out of its body before waving it threateningly at the salamander who decides that I'm not worth fighting for and shoots of into the distance to find an easier meal as I shiver from the look the blue creature gives me before it opens its mouth widely and I defeatedly release my grip on the large rock I was using to anchor myself and ready for the killing blow when I feel a slimy warmth envelop my head and oxygen suddenly fills my nostrils and I begin coughing as water flies out of my lungs and I'm quickly sent down the tight,fleshy tunnel into a much less tight pouch which,for some reason,has breathable air.My heart begins pumping much harder as my senses sharpen again from the air now in my system as I burst out struggling as best I can.I hear the slugcat break surface and feel a lot of motion and I'm thrown around while tears fall down my face and I curl in on myself tighter when I hear a click and a soft male voice say"H-hey,are you alright?"I quickly yell back."N-NO,I DON'T WANT TO DIE,S-SPIT ME OUT!"I hear a quiet whimper,and the soft voice says,"Y-your not going to,but please stop y-yelling."I kick out again and say,"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT GONNA DIE,YOU ATE ME?"The creature fliches again,and I hear it say,"I-I swear,I'm not gonna hurt you,but please,please stop yelling,I'll let you go when the rain stops,okay?"I slowly stop lashing out at the walls,as it's doing nothing,and I hear it ask."Do you want anything,food,water?"I shakily say"D-do you have enough food for me to have some?"I hear a quick swallow,and a whole batfly falls into the stomach with me,and I gladly bite into the given food while the stomach moves around me, and I hear the voice say"I'm gonna go to sleep,you'll be free tommorow,okay?"Not like I have much of a choice, but I stop eating for a moment anyway to say."Y-yeah."I finish up the batfly and curl in on myself as I hear him snoring and slowly fade to sleep,hoping that I'll actually be let out tomorrow.

Kawa POV.

My eyes slowly open as I yawn widely and stand up with a deep streach and feel a weight in my stomach.I look down and my slightly bulging belly and lean forwards to spit out the little Strawberry Lizard that I swallowed yesterday as my stomach contracts and I push the little thing back into my mouth and spit him out into my arms and sit against the wall.My eyes flick to the door,which is still tightly shut so that tells me that it's still raining outside,guess we'll have to wait a bit longer.I feel the small lizard moving a bit and I look down to see him squeezing his eyes shut and trying to pretend to still be asleep.I smile softly and say"I saw you,it's alright,I'm not gonna hurt you"He slowly opens his eyes and I reach down to stroke his head and say"I'm Kawa,what's your name?"He looks up and says,"R-Ranto,and,if it's not too personal,how are you so big?"I cock my head to the side and say"What do you mean,I thought I was average size?"He shakes his head and says"Slugcats like you are usually only a little taller than me"He says wondrously"Wow,I could easily cuddle up other slugcats,but I doubt they are gonna taste as good as you"He turns away and I smell a pulse of fear and he says"A-about that,p-please don't eat me again"I think for a moment then say"Mmmmm,No"He freezes and says"W-what do you mean n-no?"I turn my head and lick down him and say"You're too tasty to not have as a snack someother time"He looks at the door nervously and I lay back against the wall of the shelter.I hear my stomach growl and turn to grab a batfly before tossing it into my mouth and crunching my teeth down on the treat.I see Ranto flinch from the noise and I reach down to stroke his back,my palm brushes across his body.He looks up questioningly as I pick him up and lay him on my pudgy belly,he tries to push himself off as I curl in on myself and begin to fall asleep,I'll let him go when I wake up.

Ranto POV.

I wake up with a jolt and notice that the door is open now,my eyes flicking up to the sleeping slugcat's face to see if he was actually sleeping.Once I confirm that he is,I slip out of his arms and out of the shelter door,dashing out onto a platform suspended above a small lake and I let out a defeated sigh,I'm trapped.....or am I.Isee the land only a little bit away,if I'm fast enough I'll get there before any salamanders can catch me.I take a step back and ready myself before sprinting forwards and leaping off the edge.The moment I hit the water I quickly swim over and reach the land and sigh in relief when I feel a sharp pain in my left hind leg,shakily,I turn around and see a salamander with a deep wound in it's side.....from a spear.I shriek in fear and grab onto the sharp rocks as it tries to pull me into the water with its claws when it says"Not getting away thissssss time"In a sing-song voice.I yell out"KAWA,HELP PLEASE!!!!!"His eyes flick up to the shelter entrance,and I use his distraction to land a clean hit on his eye and scramble onto the land.I turn to run and ram face first into an orange lizard who pins me to the ground as the salamander says"Alright,I'm so done playing with you"In a very frustrated voice.He raises a claw to finish me off as I squeeze my eyes shut and but no pain comes.My eyes slowly open and I see Kawa standing infront of me with the salamander halfway in his mouth.He swallows and reaches behind me in one quick motion and pull the orange lizard up to his head and widely open his mouth and pulls his mouth over the lizards head.It takes him twenty seconds to get the lizard packed into his stomach and I see large bulges appear on his distended stomach while he burps loudly and says"I would eat you too but I dont think you'd be safe in there with those two,so I'll just scold you out here,Why the heck did you decide to just go rather than waking me up to take you home?"I begin shaking and say,"I-I d-d-didn't want to w-wake you a-and I th-thought I could make it."Almost at tears.

Kawa POV.

I look down at the shaking lizard as I feel the Orange lizard and salamander struggle in my stomach,and the Orange lizard yells"SPIT.US.OUT"Puntuating eat word with a kick and I pull my hands up to my ears to cover them and yell"SHUT UP"In a angry tone and look back down at Ranto just in time to see him trying to hide tears from me so I hold my hand out for him and watch him crawl into it before he say"I-i'm sorry,I just want to go home"I pull him against my chest and say"I know,and you will,just relax and I'll follow your scent back to your home"He snuggles into my chest as I walk to the water and pull him up to my mouth.I slide him under my tongue to keep him safe and give him access to oxygen while I swim.I take a deep breath to catch his scent leap into the water.It takes roughly two hours and two hundred breaks for breath to finally get back to his home and I see a cave much larger than he needs.I walk in to see a small slugcat laying on a caramel lizards stomach and gently spit out Ranto before asking"Hey Ranto,do you know these two?"He looks around tiredly before quickly saying,"AILA,FAITH!"In an excited tone,and I watch the caramel lizards eyes open and widen at the sight of me before shooting into a defensive position around the small white slugcat and saying"Ranto,who is that?"He stands up and almost faceplants,so I catch him,and he says,"This is my new friend,Kawa."The much smaller slugcat says,"W-woah,you're big."I look down and smell her before saying,"One moment,"and walking out to the water.I open my mouth and begin pushing the two lizards up,noticing something weird.When I pysh them out I see only the orange lizard with a bigger stomach that he's curled protectively around.I tap his head and his eyes snap open,he look up and says"W-were alive?"In a confused tone before his eyes widen and he cuddles his stomach saying"WE'RE ALIVE!"and running off into the nearby tunnels.I turn and walk back into the cave with salivia filling up my mouth.My eyes light up as I walk in and see that they are still there and I jump onto them,quickly swallowing down the smaller slugcat and Ranto before following up the caramel lizard,Aila I think,so the slugcat is Faith.They slide into my stomach but before they struggle I hear Ranto say"Thanks Kawa,for everything"and Faith nervously asking"I-is it safe?"I agree with."I digest anyone alive,so if it wasn't,you would already be dead,"Aila says."Thank you for bringing Ranto home,but I'm not used to being eaten,I'm a predator,"I stick my tongue out and say"Well I eat predators and you're no exception,since I'm gonna be around alot more so you better get used to it"

#soft vore #safe vore #protective vore #roles reversed #rain world #rw rivulet #accidental fearplay

[prey-to-go]

Okay hear me out, imagine there being another re-size incident where Peter appears at the wrong size. However, instead of being too small, he ends up a little bigger than usual (not full-sized, just enough that he gives Tony a little hard time on the way down)

Cue Tony walking into a meeting with a very visible bulge poking through his shirt. No one asks why, or dares to.

Not even that one new brave intern whose very curious asks.

It's just one of those things.

At the most, Pepper just gives Tony a stink eye (a one-shot from the intern's pov would be hilarious, outsider povs are just my jam)

Ooooh absolutely! 

Pepper is completely over it, a bit annoyed that Tony didn't at the least hold back until after the meeting. Let's be honest, the demon's stomach ignores the insanely noisy as well, his stomach is stretched out after all. The tailored suit isn't helping anything and Peter constantly squirming around to get comfortable isn't doing any favors either. The teen is constantly apologizing and doing his best to be a good meal. 

And yessss outside views are great! The poor person is never sure what to feel. )))

Being hired by Stark Industries had been a dream come true, it would be for any Stem major or anyone really, it was a tech giant with great pay and a sweet opportunity to brag on social media. The big boss seemed pretty cool too. Even as an intern the pay was better than any other positions in the area. 

Having said that Sam was even more excited when they were pulled into a meeting that would have the demon himself. They were bouncing their leg in excitement trying not to look too out of place. Mrs. Potts was already there, smoothing her skirt as she stood at the front of the room, a holopad already set up. They had no idea what the charts meant yet, but they were sure it would be understandable to the employees in the room who had dealt with the subject. They were just supposed to take notes about that matter, not too difficult, just a tad boring.  

"Thank you all for coming, I know this meeting is important for each of your departments and lab levels. We will start as soon as Dr.Stark joins us." Mrs. Potts was so cool; she was so calm and collected. Admittedly Sam had always looked up to the woman, who wouldn't? She was badass, constantly fighting supervillains and taking care of a company!  They perk up when the door opens, immediately turning to see who slipped in. They half expected it to be another employee, maybe someone from a higher lab than them, they weren’t expecting to see Dr. Stark, well they were just not...exactly in the way he...looked. 

Everyone stayed silent as the demon strode inside, nothing unusual about that, Sam had seen the saunter all the time on T.V. but there was the elephant in the room that no one dared to speak up, having said that she couldn't stop looking at the demon's middle.  

"Dr.Stark..how nice of you to join us." Pepper's tone was tired and tight, an obvious air of annoyance in her tone. Dr.Stark smiles sheepishly, a hand over his gut, which was very much full of someone. A loud gurgle made Sam's mind reel. "I just had a few things to take care of Mrs. Potts, my apologies." The demon lets a soft sigh out as he lowers himself into his chair, his stomach squirming slightly.  

Sam's cheeks flush when they realize they're staring. They're seen pred who had full stomach before just..seeing such a suave relaxed man being stuffed full? That was something so... odd. They're embarrassment only growls when they manage to make out a soft whispered "Easy kiddo, just a few hours of this." Whoever the demon had eaten was obviously important, not only by the tone of his voice but by the way he had a clawed hand resting almost protectively on his squirmy middle. 

Was it comfortable in there? How safe did the prey feel- was this an experience that happened often? Their look finally turns to Mrs. Potts, seeing an annoyed almost..stink eye to the demon. Another loud gurgle almost echos through the room, Sam's shoulders tensing up.  

This was not what they expected when they were hired. "Well..I believe I've kept everyone long enough, let's begin." Dr.Stark breaks the silence and just like that everyone moved on from the demon's prey to the actual reason they had a meeting.  

Sam couldn't focus on the actual meeting, it was impossible when the demon's middle squirmed and would let out long whining growls, gurgled, and general stomach noises. It also didn't help that the demon would rub at his prey occasionally, which caused more movement or an extremely muffled squeak.  

They were almost thankful when the meeting let out, immediately finding their lab leader after Dr.Stark stood slowly, hand supporting the prey as he walked out of the room. "Hey ah- um hi...Mrs. Olsen, question does..is that a common thing?" They manage to stutter out, clutching their clip board to their chest. "Not at that size no, Dr.Stark is generally ah..less obvious about his meals." Mrs. Olsen explains as they start back to their lab.  

"Really flustered you huh? You're like a firetruck newbie." She teases, nudging them lightly, which of course only makes them flush more. "Well- but I just..I didn't expect it! I have so many questions, like who was the prey? That can't be too comfortable!" they squeak, picking at the skin around their fingers as they both walk.  

"No one really knows the kid's name but he's a constant so ah..don't punt him. Stark is very protective of him. it's like a mother bear, kinda funny." Mrs. Olson says with a shrug, beeping her id against the check-in, Sam following in suit. "Wait, the kid actually walks around?" They ask as they look around cautiously. "Well to get to the elevator yeah, there's a little walkway for Prey to go employees, Jarvis yells at you if you step on the walkway."  

huh...they hadn't realized that at all. "Do a lot of people here um..order prey?" They did see a lot of non-human employees here, some with fangs or ah..more extreme features.  

"I think so? I don't know, I don't really get involved with the whole orders thing. Either way just don't think about it too much, it's just a thing that happens." 

Right...a thing that happened. Sam takes a shaky breath in and turns to their notes, swallowing thickly and turning the page when they realized they hadn't taken any notes just a loosely sketched drawing. Okay whatever time for work. 

#prey to go au #marvel soft vore #marvel vore #avengers vore #prey peter parker #pred tony stark #safe vore #soft vore #nonsexual vore #observer vore #g/t vore #avengers soft vore

[luminberry]

Prompt where a prey gets swallowed up by their preds roommate and they’re terrified of being digested. Especially when the Pred that swallowed them starts to get sleepy. But, their Pred comes back to see their prey in the their roommates belly. Chaos ensues 😨

FUCK YEAH FIRST PROMPT! woo!

gonna keep it gender neutral for the prey..and maybe males for the two preds? sdlkfj Under a readmore bc i dont wanna be one of those blogs who break scrolling for mobile users here. enjoy first person pov anon

readers the tiny!

The weekend was finally here and your friend had blown your phone up about coming over for a movie night and possibly a sleep over. Neither of you had seen each other in ages thanks to...well world issues and your job throwing you under the bus with overtime thanks to people leaving or getting sick out of the blue. So some time to just chill with that big nerd and his cooking for a few hours sounded like the perfect way to unwind.

You arrived a hour early to his place with a small grin on your face. He had a bad habit of swallowing you on first sight after being apart for so damn long due to getting so excited seeing you again. You really didn't mind it all that much since...well it was almost impossible to resist when you see just how happy having you in his hands made him, he practically purred with joy the last time you visited. Being with him always lifted your mood no matter what, he was always more than happy to make you feel better or just dote on you for a little bit...At some point you wondered if this was something else but gods forbid you would ever mention that to him. You just liked being around him honestly, you never met someone as overly warm and caring as him.

Walking inside though..you could smell some of his cooking wafting through the kitchen and called out as you slipped your shoes off and wandered inside the apartment to find out where he was.

"Ya'll came here a bit early, he's not here right now. Ran out because we were out of something he needed for cooking, should be back in about fifteen minutes or so.."

You knew that voice, it was your friends roommate. While you were friends with both of them this guy was...well something else at times. He was friendly but damn did he love to tease you at times...He also tended to tease about keeping you to himself alot. Your one friend knew full well you were scared shitless of staying too long inside his stomach and always asked when you wanted out. The fact that he took so much care to make sure you were comfortable and safe with him was something you were thankful for...His roommate on the other hand you knew was a bit forgetful..and tended to keep his "meals". You had the unfortunate luck of walking in on him in said situation more than once and it made you lowkey fearful of being alone with him when that hunger struck.

He seemed to know what was running through your head as you quickly found yourself being scooped up in his large hands, that sharp grin being aimed your way as you tried to politely ask him to let you down.

"Ah calm down a lil darlin, promise I won't do anything bad with ya. Just a lil bit peckish since I've had to smell all this good food cooking away for almost half the morning. So good it woke me up a lil too early..thought I'd have to wait a lot longer for something to eat....But then you walked right on in."

You protested saying your friend would be back soon, to which he just hummed before opening up wide and tucking you inside feet first. You fussed at him about it but he still hummed around you, gulping loudly around your legs and waist. It felt like seconds had merely passed before you felt yourself curling up in his stomach.

"Don't worry, I'll let ya back out whenever I hear the big goof come back home..Just gonna curl up on the couch for a lil with ya."

You smacked his sides, earning you a deep chuckle as your world tilted and shifted, his roommate settling down to get cosy on the couch with you tucked away nicely in his gut.

A few minutes pass and you idly wait to hear the front door open up...Any time now you'd hear it. His starved roommate in the meanwhile hadn't said a single word the entire time, he was usually pretty chatty you remember...

Until you hear a soft snore sound out above you. Immediately you start to punch and press out to try and wake him up, which thankfully works.

"Hey! Calm down in there damn...I said I'd let you out soon, just stay put..I'm listening for the door..Not my dang fault I haven't gotten enough sleep..I got work tonight, so just be a good snack for a lil bit and I'll take care of ya."

Any protests you had fell on uncaring ears as you heard the snoring start up almost immediately. This was quickly becoming a nightmare scenario for you...If he fell asleep fully or shifted to smother you, your friend wouldn't ever know you made it in time. You just wanted to spend some time with your friend, not wind up trapped in his roommates greedy stomach as a surprise snack!

You weren't sure how much time had passed, curled up in the warm darkness of your little prison made time pass by unknowlingly. You were hyperaware of your surroundings..of all the happy gurgling and noises the body surrounding you made....You tried to look on the brighter side of things..maybe your friend would save you before it was too late.

After what felt like hours, you faintly heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of your friend calling out to his roommate about being home again. You shift to press and yell loudly, trying to wake him up and get him to let you out like he promised.

Unfortunately for you, he was a heavy sleeper and your cries went unnoticed along with your thrashing. A minute or two of useless nonsense you could feel tears pricking at your eyes, he wasn't going to find you was he? You were going to get digested and your poor friend would never find out would he?? You just wanted to see him and spend time with that big goofy teddy bear of a guy, not this. The unfairness of it all renewed your struggles as you screamed in outrage at your predicament.

As you struggled inside his roommate however, your friend noticed something. You had left your shoes and bag near the front door like always..He wasn't one to miss the fact that your damn car was parked out front either..He had expected to see you seconds after spotting your belongings, checking the kitchen where you usually were when he was cooking and finding nothing, he began to wonder where you were.

Calling out your name he searched, quickly spotting his roommate passed out on the couch. They had woken up as he was leaving, giving a sleepy wave as the door closed shut behind him. It didn't take much for him to piece things together, specially as he locked on to his friends swollen and thrashing midsection. Running over he could make out your faint and very upset voice screaming for help.

Well..what happened next he blamed his roomie on, but on your end the world started shaking violently and not one but two voices started shouting as everything rocked. You almost cried in joy as you made out your friends irate voice amongst the chaos outside. In a few moments you were pushed back out and into the tub where your friend was standing beside his disheveled and groggy roommate.

"Oh thank fuck yer alright, I didn't think this dumbass would actually try eating ya while I was out."

"hey I told em I'd let em out when ya got back, wasn't really plannin on keepin em, I know how close ya'll are."

"Ya say that and I come home with ya snorin like a chainsaw with em freakin tha hell out inside yer damn gut. Ya deserve tha thrashin I gave ya..Ya know better than ta conk out with someone inside ya!"

"I know I know...sorry bout that..wasn't lyin bout bein sleepy though so..But hey yer out now so we cool darlin?"

You just sigh and smack him lightly on the forehead before just slumping into the tub, saying next time he ate you if at all..just make sure your friend was nearby to save you.

After shooing both of them out to clean up, your friend getting out some spare clothes you left for whenever he tucked you away you felt the panic leave your system at last. He had been fretting over you after getting you out safe that the food he had been cooking was almost ruined..As you walked back out into the living room clean and content, your friend called you into the kitchen.

"Look I'm real damn sorry he pulled that..I explained what was up and..well how yer not a fan of bein kept past tha safe point. He promised me he'd ask next time..If I give that greedy fuck a next time..Ya'll alright now though?"

You nod and he wastes no time in lifting you up for one of his gentle hugs. Somehow you were always surprised at how despite how big he was compared to you, he always gave you the most gentle embrace. Pressed against his soft chest you felt yourself finally go limp and relax against him, feeling him chuckle a bit.

"Wanna still watch tha movie? We can least get one or two in maybe.."

You knew he wanted to tuck you away himself, but after today he wanted to let you relax a bit before even broaching it. You appreciated the guy so much, and decided to let him do what he wanted as you made yourself comfortable in his hold. Although you did joke that you could walk when he refused to put you down, only to be told that he had to make up for lost time. You had a feeling you'd be tucked away by the time the first movie ended at this rate, not that you minded with him.

#g/t vore #extreme cuddling #soft vore #vore writing

[identityvore]

Would it be an alright time to ask for some pred luchino? Prey can be anyone, even reader pov if you so choose, though of the survivors I think I'd prefer luca if I must pick. I also really love facesitting + smothering if you're alright with writing that-- maybe luchino landing on a running surv and smothering them before eating, or while they're downed near an opened dungeon (close to escaping) and luchino is upset for being kited for so long so he sits on them-- it's fine if not though!

Don't worry, I am still doing requests! Now that I'm off for Thanksgiving, I can hopefully get to the ones I have sitting in my queue. But yes, I decided to pick Orpheus as prey thanks to massive brainrot.

Orpheus’s heart was pounding as he ran. Damn it…he’d been the longest kite in this match, only to be the last man standing. Now he was running frantically through this enormous map, trying to find the dungeon. It might not have been that bad if the hunter couldn’t cover a lot of ground. If only they weren’t facing the Evil Reptilian, who could leap across a fourth of the map without breaking a sweat.

The Novelist’s heart started beating faintly. Shit. He furrowed his brow and picked up the pace. It didn’t help, as his heartbeat only grew stronger. But he couldn’t hear the hard thumping of the hunter’s nearing footsteps. No, that increasing fear was coming from above…

The hunter landed on all fours with a hard impact mere feet away. The shockwave knocked Orpheus off his feet. He hastily tried to get up, but it was too late. Luchino flipped him onto his back before setting his foot down hard on the Novelist’s chest. He hissed in pain, at least thankful that the force wasn’t enough to crack his bones.

“Finally caught you,” Luchino hissed. “You’ve been a real pain in my ass all match, you know.” He watched in amusement as Orpheus struggled and pried at the large foot holding him down. It was honestly cute watching the pesky little survivor try to fight him off. As he watched, a rather interesting idea formed.

“A pain in my ass...but now that I have you, you could be a little pleasure~” he said. Orpheus paused in his struggling to give the Reptilian a bewildered look. Luchino’s foot moved away, but there was no time for him to scramble to his feet. He could only look up in shock as the hunter’s meaty ass descended upon him.

“No, wait!” Orpheus shouted, but it was too late. Luchino sat right down on his face. He squirmed underneath, his face rubbing against the smooth fabric of Luchino’s pants. Until the hunter pulled them down, trapping him under thick, scaly lizard cheeks. Shocked, embarrassed squeaks escaped him, but he was completely stuck. Barely having the space to protest as those cheeks smushed him, just about smothering him.

Luchino gave a smug little grin. The tip of his tail wagged at the Novelist’s squirms, his panicked breaths against his sensitive bits. He could stay like this for hours...but then his stomach gave a low rumble. All that chasing had worked up an appetite...he snickered and stood up, pulling his pants back up.

Orpheus gasped as he was freed. Was it over? Before he could get up, Luchino’s tail wrapped around his waist. His limp form was lifted off the ground, closer to the hunter. Dread pooled in his stomach as the hunter opened his mouth wide. Luchino’s long, forked tongue licked up his cheek before slobbering on the rest of his face. He was pushed into that hot maw with little effort, his head and neck quickly swallowed up.

Luchino purred around his mouthful, eagerly gulping down the Novelist. He lidded his eyes at the sight of his legs kicking in an adorable attempt to struggle free. In hindsight, he probably should have undressed Orpheus a little, but his suit felt rather nice against the squishy flesh of his throat. Another growl from his gut told him to hurry it up. With a brief sigh, Luchino threw his head back to gulp down the survivor’s legs.

Orpheus felt like he’d spent hours sliding down the hunter’s slick gullet. At last, his head popped into a more open space. The relief didn’t last long, as he was pushed from the tight throat into Luchino’s gooey stomach. He was squished by the churning walls, soaked thoroughly in slimy fluids. He was suddenly sloshed around as Luchino got on all fours, now forced to lay in a broth smelling of acids and the lizard man’s breakfast.

The hunter patted his belly with a satisfied burp. He leisurely crawled across the map to the exit, knowing he’d have to get to his room soon. His stomach and intestines were gurgling eagerly, and he was almost certain that Orpheus would be leaving his body encased in an egg. Luchino smirked at the thought of the cute, tired little survivor breaking his way out...oh yes. He’d definitely need to build a nest as soon as possible.

#idv vore #identity vore #soft vore #safe vore #nonfatal vore #vore writing #implied full tour #implied eggification #sorry ive been busy #and just picked up Brilliant Diamond #idvore

[debiteful]

A little collection of various creatures seeking comfort in the night. Lots of sleeping preds, lots of soft vore, a few nightmares, and many concepts!

Dragon's Cave

A dragon seeks comfort in their partner's pouch after a bad dream.

Content: same size, pouch vore, male dragon "pred", female dragon "prey", sleeping "pred", detailed belly bulge(/vacuum sealed prey)

Little Comfort Goes a Long Way

Having trouble relaxing, a giant turns to his little friend.

Content: size difference, soft vore, safe vore, mouthplay, male giant pred, nb tiny prey, unaware vore

Soothing Snack

A little bear his giant friend is having some disturbed sleep, so he goes in to give her favourite kind of affection.

Content: soft vore, giant female pred, unaware pred, tiny male prey, belly rubs, anthro bear characters, painless digestion, reformation

Unaware Saviour

A frantic little family hides from danger past the maw of a sleeping dragon.

Content: unaware pred, willing prey, multiple prey, fear/running, magic protection, soft vore, safe vore, humanoid prey, dragon pred, first person pov

Dragon's Cave

Kiln fought her way from slumber with difficulty. All night dreams had plagued her, though upon waking all the details blurred out of memory. What remained was a feeling of unease and danger. 

She whimpered softly and considered her options. Supposedly flipping a pillow would help, but that had never worked before. The best choice was probably to seek comfort in her partner.

She cuddled close to him, burying her face in his chest. His deep breaths were nice, each rise and fall of his chest brought some calm. He hardly stirred despite her movements. Still, she felt so exposed. Even close to him, that left her back facing whatever might be lurking.

She really didn't want to wake him, but she wanted to get some more sleep herself. So, with stealthy, gentle movements she slipped her hands into the leathery pouch that ran along his underside. She pulled it open gently and lifted her legs to get them inside one at a time. She wriggled her way in, feeling the stretchy exterior accommodate her bit by bit. In went her tail, then her torso, and finally her head and shoulders. She wiggled down to the bottom, feeling his body now enveloping her completely. The outer wall clung to her form, but the inner side was soft and cushioned her body as she curled up.

Yes, here she could relax. Guarded on all sides by her sleeping partner, she began to relax. Her breath matched his with ease, each one letting her rise and fall along with his chest. His heartbeat boomed softly somewhere above, very audible from her intimate vantage point.

When morning came, he woke up first. At first the lack of Kiln beside him was alarming, but he quickly noticed the pressure against his middle. He peeked under the blanket to see her curled form within his pouch. He lightly traced the outline of her face with his fingers then rubbed her shoulders and side. He didn't know why, but he was fine with giving her whatever she needed, even while he slept.

John fidgeted in bed. His mind was full of the business of the day. He chewed at his lip and hummed softly to try and give it something neutral to focus on. Sadly it was tenaciously clinging to the worries for tomorrow.

Little Comfort Goes a Long Way

"Pip?" He called softly, "Are… Are you still awake?"

"Hmmmn?" A little head popped out of the box on his side table. They rubbed at their eyes and mumbled, "Sure, why?"

"Sorry," John whispered. "Its just, my mind is so full. Could you… help me?"

Pip smiled, interrupted by a big yawn as they crawled out of their little bed. John was always amazed at how nimble they were, sprinting across the blankets at this late hour. They crawled right up onto his nose and asked, "What can I do?"

John licked his lips. He gave a little sigh, "Well uh, y'know I like to stim with my mouth, so maybe you could go in and-" 

He was cut off by a pair of little legs cramming themselves past his lips and into his mouth. With a surprised blush he opened his mouth a little wider, letting Pip fall in.

His tongue caught them easily, their body sticking a little to his saliva covered tongue. He rubbed their little body against his hard pallet, feeling their form run along the smooth ridges. His mouth watered, soaking their clothes and making the movement even easier.

He pushed them to one side, giant molars pressing against each side of them as he chewed gently. They grunted softly from the pressure, and reached up to almost hug the upper tooth. Their hands rubbed at the gum whenever it was in reach. He hummed softly, the happy sound reverberating all around his tiny prey.

He parted his jaws and let Pip roll back into the middle of his mouth. His tongue arched then pressed down on top of the tiny person, trapping them down against his saliva glands that gushed fluid all around them. The tip of his tongue scooped them out of the slippery pit behind his teeth and let their body roll back towards his throat. They flailed a little, trying to find a hold on his tastebuds. 

Before they could fall into his throat, he pinned them up against the roof of his mouth. There they were held as he sucked out saliva and swallowed it. The suction all around held them frozen and once it stopped they wriggled around.

John yawned, letting in fresh air for Pip. However it also signaled he was finally getting tired. He let his jaws relax and curled up more comfortably in bed. Pip settled in the giants cheek, nestled beneath his teeth.

Once they heard John's breathing slow, they crawled up and slid into his throat. The muscles knew just what to do on their own, closing around Pip's little body and dragging him down. Being in a belly was much more comfortable than going to bed soaked in saliva. The little person nestled into the warm fleshy folds of the giants stomach and joined his friend in sleep.

Theodore looked up from his snug place in Marti's hold. Her soft white fur obscured his view, but he could feel the sleeping polar bear kick and twitch. Every now and then a soft whimper escaped her. The little brown bear wriggled from his powerful partner's hold and nuzzled her cheek.

Soothing Snack

Marti could hardly see above the waves. They rolled and crashed all around her, every one threatening to bring her down. She kicked out and paddled to try and stay afloat.

Theo knew just what to do to calm her down. He tried to gently part her jaws, gasping softly when she tried to turn away. Waking her wouldn't be great, but it would be better than whatever she was dreaming about.

The waves buffeted her face. It felt as though they were trying to force their way inside. She tried to keep her mouth closed, and failing that, push them back out.

Marti's tongue slipped out from her mouth and pushed at Theo's face as he forced his way in. Her long, sharp fangs pressed against his back, harmlessly chewing at him. Her tongue fought against him but he pushed his way in, reaching her throat. She coughed, but then, began to swallow. Powerful throat muscles dragged the doll-sized bear into her throat. The slimy walls of flesh rippled all around, dragging him deeper towards his goal.

The waves were too much, they forced their way into her mouth. In a last ditch attempt, she swallowed them, desperate to keep the water away from her lungs. Wave after wave went down her throat, and soon her stomach felt tight and full. The water within felt so warm, and somehow the waves continued to move, as if a living creature.

Theo reached her stomach and stretched out, pushing his limbs against the soft, wrinkled walls of her belly. He began to work his paws along the slippery surface, rubbing gently but firmly. The walls oozed fluids, but that just eased his work. Sure they would slowly dissolve him, but that would just add to the benefits she gained. Eith determination and affection he massaged her growling gut, feeling the rest of her body still and her breathing ease.

The waves within her were wild, but the ocean around her calmed. She had swallowed up all the activity! Now she floated peacefully in the warm sea, the waves in her belly giving pleasurable rubs. Now she could get used to this.

When she finally awoke, she remembered only the tranquility and delight from the dream. She was a little alarmed to find Theo not in her arms, but the pressure in her gut explained it all. The little fool must've hardly slept! She rubbed her fluffy belly with a big paw, feeling the fluid within slosh and resist softly. He'd be out soon, and then she could thank him properly. For now, she was going to take advantage of his kindness and get a little extra sleep.

"Run! Faster, faster!" I called. I risked a look back to see my friends- no family- hot on my trail. Just behind them I could see those glowing eyes. "Come on, come on," I urged.

Unaware Saviour

They panted and stumbled after me, running as fast as they could. We wouldn't stay ahead for much longer. I didn't want to meet whatever vicious creature was behind those eyes. Thankfully I knew a place.

There! Just ahead yawned the stony mouth of a cave. This particular cave was the home of someone who would certainly give us protection. I stopped at the entrance and gestured with my staff, "Get inside! Just keep going I'll be right behind."

They ran past me. One, two, three, that was all. I fired a glittering bolt of energy behind me then took off running after my people. Their footsteps echoed all around, but soon another sound drowned them out: snoring. Just our luck!

I put on a little more speed and passed them so I could reach the dragon first. I didn't waste time trying to wake the beast, instead swirling my staff then casting the spell at it. A glowing hand pried its jaws open. The faint light cast an eerie glow over the sharp, white fangs and saliva covered tongue.

The others stopped around me, casting anxious glances back. I decided to not waste time on convincing and stepped into the gaping maw. A wave of moisture hit me and its shores roared all around. One by one my family followed. 

I let the glowing hand dissipate, and the jaw snapped shut around us. We all ducked reflexively. 

I waved my staff, sparks flying harmlessly off of it until there was a steady blue glow. It lit up the faces of my companions, each one panting and tired. I tried to smile reassuringly and a couple of them flashes little nervous grins in response.

"So this is it?" One asked.

I shook my head, "We have to go further."

"Further..?" The littlest squeaked.

I nodded and took my glowing staff in both hands. I closed my eyes and focused hard. Slowly a shimmering bubble appeared at the tip. It expanded bit by bit, until it engulfed all of us, the bottom bent against the soft tongue at our feet. I tapped my staff against it and opened my eyes just in time to see the bubble flash and harden.

They looked around at the spell with amazement, and one of them muttered, "What is it?" 

"Protection. From the acid that is. Wouldn't work against," I gestured to the front of the mouth vaguely, "Whatever is out there."

They nodded and I pushed the bubble forward with my staff. We glided over the dragon's slick tongue towards the throat. I looked around at the muscles that flexed gently with each giant breath it took. Hopefully this would work.

I pressed our bubble forward, the walls pressing against the powerful muscles all around. I held my breath.

The dragon swallowed. Its throat contracted all around us, squishing the tough but flexible bubble. It held up! 

We were knocked from our feet as the bubble slid down the throat, each new swallow threatening to crush us all. Finally our protective orb popped out into the cavernous stomach, floating along gently in the fluids. We sank to about half way up the bubble, but it managed to hold up. All around the dragons insides gurgled and groaned. The wrinkled walls of smooth flesh shifted gently, glistening in the faint light cast by my magic. 

I sat down and opened my arms, "Come here crew. Let's get some rest. I'm sure we'll have some explaining to do in the morning."

They all gave sleepy nods and settled in a pile, cuddling eachother and me. I leaned against the wall of the bubble and tilted my hat over my eyes. 

#soft vore #safe vore #unaware pred #willing prey #protection vore #dragon pred #dragon prey #multiple prey #story collection #pouch vore #pouching #humanoid prey #furry vore #soft #comfort #hurt comfort #man this covers a lot of stuff lol #gotta stop doing these #mebbe i should post them separately then make a post linking them..? #who knows #oh well #debiteful writing

[peachfluffsoftstuff]

Beyond The Reef [2]

Content: Soft Vore, G/T Vore, Unwilling Prey, Shark Mer Pred, Safe Vore

Word Count: 2515

Fandom: N/A; Original Content

A/N: The next chapter!! We get Skim’s POV, and some lore. 

- Skim blinked dazedly, trying to remember what he’d been doing to feel so warm and satisfied. 

As though in response, something inside him thrashed, sending waves of content through him. Suddenly much more awake, his hands jumped to his stomach, and he looked up at Devon with alarm. 

“Was that supposed to happen?” 

The older mer only nodded, looking amused at his panic. 

Skim swallowed thickly, staring in confusion around the small reef. He remembered now. He’d been scenting the tiny mer that had stabbed him, and then everything went fuzzy. The uncertainty lacing his movements had briefly fallen away, replaced by an instinctual, single-minded focus on the being caught in his hand. It was… unnerving.

There were no signs of life in the colorful reef, no saviors for the boy the way he had been one for the other tiny mer. Despite Skim’s worry that there would suddenly be an entire group of tiny mers on their asses because of his actions, it was still unsettling that evidently nobody cared enough to save the boy from what certainly seemed like death. The little guy seemed to know it, too, with the way he’d resigned himself. He’d put up a fight for the other mer, but not himself. 

“Let's go, Skim.”

Pulled out of his thoughts by his mentor, Skim sent one last guilty backwards glance towards the tiny village, and then followed Dev up out of the reef. He could still feel the tiny heartbeat within him with each shift and movement, like a ball of light warming him from the inside out. The sensation of tiny, panicked hands against the inside his stomach was impossible to ignore. He let out a shivery purr, feeling bad and good at the same time. 

“Man, that was the worst…”

Devon raised an eyebrow at him. “Even now, you say that? The initial bond can be a bit disorienting, but most enjoy them as easy, on-hand prey. It feels good, doesn't it?”

Skim wrinkled his nose. “Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean I ever want to eat someone alive for real! Especially not someone who can talk to me and is terrified!” 

Devon smiled approvingly at him. “I'm glad.”

Skim grinned back, smoothly passing under a reef arch, and then flushed lightly, hand pressed to his abdomen. “So… does that means I can let him out now?”

“Not yet,” Devon gently chided him, “we have to get to a secure area first. You saw how fast he was, he’d immediately dart off. Unless you want to do this all over again?”

Skim resisted the urge to groan and was rewarded by Devon rolling his eyes and continuing. “Luckily, I know a place nearby. Follow me.” Ignoring Skim’s subsequent cheering, Devon led the way.

Skim looked around with interest as they winded through a grotto closer to the surface, finally coming closer to actual landmarks rather than the long distance, open ocean swimming they’d been doing. 

They eventually arrived at a slight indent, where the bigger mer shifted a boulder and revealed a narrow entryway. He gestured for Skim to go in, and got a confused head tilt in response.

“Aren't you coming, Dev?”

“This part requires the two bonded alone. It's your responsibility to explain the situation to the small one and become attuned. I'll be back when your time is up.” 

Skim nodded, his fingertips grazing where he could still feel every tiny movement. He easily swam through the opening, and turned to wave at his teacher as he pushed the makeshift door back into place, sealing off the cavern. 

The walls of the narrow tunnel he had entered were lit dimly by phosphorescent plants, and Skim followed them until he reached the cove further in. He only spent a moment looking around the enclave, noting the beam of light in the middle, and the soft plants spread along the sandy floor in patches, as comfortable a place to rest as any. 

He moved over to the light first, peering up at the small tunnel upwards, all the way to the top, where faded sunlight was illuminating the bedrock through the clear water. No wonder this place was so secure. It was close enough to the surface that the top of the cave breached the water’s surface, so even if someone tried to escape that way, it would be a dead end.

Shaking his head, he quit stalling and turned his attention inwards, still slightly amazed by the pulsing beat of another heart lined up with his own. 

Regardless of how good it felt, he had to let the tiny thing out, explain and try to help him understand why he’d done this. Focusing on a mostly unused muscle, he heaved, feeling the alarmed fluttering start up inside of him as his internals emptied themselves. 

Acrid water fanned up and out of his throat, followed by the same small body that had been in his mouth once before, not too long ago. The tiny mer still tasted sweet and soft, full of life in the way he squirmed and shuddered. Skim forced himself to open his mouth, watching as the mer shot out in an uncoordinated whirl of limbs, twisting in the water. 

For a moment, he looked completely disoriented, taking in his surroundings with the confusion of someone who hadn’t expected to see much of anything ever again.

Skim waited patiently for the other’s eyes to focus on him, and then smiled without thinking. “Hey there!” 

The tail end of his greeting was interrupted by a choked-off yell, and in a flash of shining scales the tiny figure vanished. 

“Hey, wait--!” Skim’s smile dropped, eyes wide with alarm as he tried to figure out where the smaller mer had fled to. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-! Uh, please, I’m not trying to hurt you or anything!” He thumbed his teeth insecurely, remembering too late that a jaw-full of sharp teeth was probably not what the blonde had wanted to see upon release. Not for the first time, he wished that he could have explained before he’d terrified the guy so much.   

Remembering how he’d found the other tiny mer earlier, he hovered over the corals and seaweed along the cove floor, sharp eyes scanning the plants. He swept a hand slowly through the taller grass, and was rewarded with another glint of scales out of the corner of his eye. Dang, but this guy was fast. 

Unfortunately for him, Skim’s vision was sharp, and he could see where the tiny figure now hid. Skim glanced at a nearby sizable shell, abandoned but mostly whole, and snatched it. Still acting under the pretense of searching, he moved closer to the group of coral, and glanced at the little guy’s hiding place. 

He squinted, noticing the mer move backwards warily, closer to…

“Watch out!”

His eyes widened as he abandoned his acting and darted over to the coral, too late to stop the tiny mer from backing into a sun coral. The sea plant immediately reacted to his presence, curling barbed feelers around his body and crushing them together to try and collapse his rib cage. The mer was too big a prey for the carnivorous plant, but if Skim hadn’t been there, he may have still been exhausted or badly injured from trying to struggle free. 

Luckily, Skim was there! He quickly reached out, ignoring the slight sting of the barbs as he wrapped his fingers around the thrashing body, tugging it gently free of the coral’s grasp. 

He opened his hand to try and see what damage had been done, but as soon as he loosened his grip, the mer attempted to slip right through his fingers, still heaving panicked breaths. Skim cursed lowly and brought the shell still clutched in his other hand up, catching the small man in it and clapping the opening against his empty hand to keep him from escaping. He felt the mer’s tail graze him as he continued to move in the shell, evidently torn between trying to fight his way out or avoid contact with Skim at all costs. 

Skim lifted the shell, and then eased his hand off it slightly, peering in at the little guy. He was pressed into the back of the curved surface like he was trying to merge with it, and visibly shaking. Skim noted the rapidly forming bruises along his sides and chest with concern; the coral got him good. He held the shell just a bit closer to his face, intending to get a better look, and promptly was rewarded with a swipe of claws and stinging pain along his nose for his efforts. 

He recoiled, feeling the scratch along the tip of his nose with one hand and managing to scoop the mer into a loose, cupped hold with the other before he could dart away again. The smaller mer’s gills flared rapidly in fear, but he could barely even wiggle for the pain blossoming along his sides.  

“Hey, hey, easy,” Skim soothed, setting the now-empty shell down and running his thumb down the tiny spine in a calming motion, “I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? Just let me explain.”

The mer shied away from the contact, his tiny claws digging into Skim’s hand in a weak attempt to hurt him. “L… Let go of me, please, just--” His soft voice cracked in terror, sounding nothing like the determined yell he’d used to warn off his friend earlier. Skim’s heart sank. 

“Okay… Okay, I will, I’m sorry.” He opened his hands completely, laying them flat like a platform. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you, I’m sorry.” He watched as the mer managed to put a considerable distance between them with a flick of his tail. 

Surprisingly, he paused, looking up at Skim with wary eyes. “Why… Why did you…?” 

Skim cocked his head, and then realized what the mer was asking. “Oh, um, I was never planning to kill you,” he explained, earnestly. The mer shot him a skeptical look. 

“No, really! I know my kind has a reputation, but I don’t eat people, half-fish or otherwise. The plan was always to let you out as soon as I got somewhere secure.”

“Then why even eat me in the first place?” Once he got past being suspicious, the little guy mostly seemed confused about why he wasn’t dead.

“Well, uh,” Skim tapped his chin, trying to come up with a good way to explain. “See, I’m a shark mer from the Eastern Depths, do you know what that means?” 

The tiny mer shook his head slowly, skin flushing slightly. Skim hurried to reassure him. “No worries, I can just tell you! All sharks born there are cursed to live a short and cruel life, no matter the species. I don’t know who laid the curse, or why. According to my mentor, it’s been around for ages, but the loophole to the curse was only found recently.”

“You can loophole curses?” the tiny mer muttered.

“Apparently! We call it Bonding. Basically, by creating a link between your magic wavelength and a compatible non shark, you can trick the curse into thinking that you’re not a shark mer. I think because our wavelength doesn’t read as shark anymore? I dozed off at that part of the lecture, heh.” Skim rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “You’re supposed to ‘just know’ when you find one that’s compatible with your magic type, which I didn’t really get until I fuzzed out when I saw you. Sorry about that...”

The mer shook his head, dismissing the apology in favor of all the new information. “So we’re… Bonded, now?” He asked, peering up at him. 

“No, not at all! The whole point of the Bonding is that it has to be agreed upon, which is why areas like this are arranged for us to discuss it. We went through the first bond, so we at least know that we’re compatible magically. We’d only continue with the second bond if we both agreed on it, and even that’s not permanently binding. Anyways, if you decide you don’t want to, you can just leave! I’d give you a lift back, if you wanted. And I would go out and… do this all over again, I guess, until it works!” His smile faltered a bit at the idea. 

The mer looked at his hands, face creased with thought. “And… what happens if I decide to stay?” 

Skim tried not to look too excited, his tail swishing excitedly. “Well, it means a lot, some good and some bad! We’d generally stay together, like traveling partners, and I might end up in dangerous situations pretty often, though I’d die before letting you get hurt, of course! But you’d get to see pretty distant places, and I’m fine with coming back here to visit if you’ve got friends or family you need to check up on.” Skim saw the mer’s closed-off expression, thought about the lack of rescue, and hurried on.

“There’ll be a lot of new stuff to deal with, pretty fast. I don’t know if you noticed, but while you were in… my stomach, our heartbeats were aligned. That signifies that our magic systems are similar enough to link, and as a result we can Bond. And the full Bond itself… It connects us on an emotional and mental level, but in order to create it, and later on keep me from dying, our magical cores have to be in contact frequently.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly at the mer’s expression of realization.

“Yeah… It means that the whole ‘getting swallowed’ thing would happen… repeatedly. Which is a deal-breaker for a lotta people, I get it, but… please understand that I’d never try to hurt you or abuse this in any way.” Skim said, trying to project his sincerity into his words. 

The tiny mer stared at him, gauging something, and Skim stared resolutely back. After a tense moment, the mer broke eye contact. “And what if I say no?” 

Skim sighed softly, ruffling his own hair. “Then, you can leave, and I’ll help you get back, if you’d like? It’s only fair, since I dragged you out here in the first place.”

“... Prove it,” the mer said, softly. Skim blinked at him. 

“Uh, okay.” He twisted to go face the entrance, and easily pushed the makeshift door out of the way, before swimming through. The mer followed in his wake, keeping a considerable distance. After just a moment, they were in open waters again. Skim peered around; no sign of Devon. 

“Well, I can take you back home now, if you’d--” Skim paused, realizing that the mer had vanished from sight. “Oh.” 

Well, there were plenty of fish in the sea. Still, he felt pretty bad that he’d so thoroughly spooked the little guy, even if it was unintentional. He swam up to a outcropping of rock and sprawled over it. Might as well get some sun while he waited for his mentor to check back in. 

#Soft Vore #Safe Vore #G/T Vore #Mermaid #Extreme Cuddling #Emeto CW #Vore Writing #Vore Story #Original Characters #Beyond The Reef #OC: Skim #OC: Aless

[slimy-vore-bog]

Blushy Stomach

Gonna do this the classic style: here’s the drawing that I drew to the story!

(please pretend there’s a plastic bag on Luz’s phone)

(it’s transparent btw)

This was originally drawn for the shrunken Luz story, but I decided that I wanted to write it’s own story for it. (I don’t know when the shrunken Luz story will be ready) It’s going to have some similarities with the shrunken Luz story, but that one is far longer and has more build-up than actual vore. (if I wrote vore for 8.5k words it would have to be painfully detailed fulltour and I definitely do not like fulltour)

This story contains: Prey pov Luz, pred Amity, lumity, prey tasting of something, mentions of possible fatal scenarious (brief and not acknowledged beyond that) blushy pred (obviously, it’s our ((or at least my)) favorite gay Amity) curious and eager prey and somewhat reluctant pred.

No major warnings this time! :D

Also did you know stomachs can blush? I looked it up after seeing that one post and seems to be true! That’s why I drew the stomach more reddish. Also also, I know the lighting is terrible... I’m not that good at drawing vore yet, and I don’t really draw light sources (Luz’s phone’s flashlight) that often.

The reason it isn’t a light spell is because the paper would get soaked through.

word count: 1.7 k

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Amity groaned, "how do you always get me roped into stuff like this?!" The witch leaned her head into her hands, glaring down that the human below her.

 Luz took a step back at Amity's anger. “I told you it’s fine if you don’t want to!” She held her hands up defensively, but her friend’s anger stopped as abruptly as it began.

The witch looked away from her in embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.” She hesitantly met the shrunken girl’s gaze, Luz feeling a lot calmer after Amity’s apology. The regular-sized witch hesitantly scratched the back of her neck. “How do we go about this then? Do I just… put you in my mouth?” she questioned anxiously.

 Luz looked at Amity’s mouth, feeling nervous excitement rush through her. “Yeah, if you can!” Her heart raced, as she stared up at Amity. She felt the larger girl’s fingers tentatively close around her, before she shifted her grip to scoop her up instead.

 Amity looked at her for a few seconds, “you’re weird, you know that, right?” There was a bit of a glare in Amity’s eyes, but Luz was pretty sure that was normal for the young Blight.

 Luz nodded enthusiastically, “mhm, completely aware and proud of it!” She smiled up at her friend, a small smile twitching on Amity’s lips too. Luz’s heart fluttered whenever she made Amity happy. Luz didn’t realize she was so focused on Amity’s lips as she was, chalking it up to the fact that she was just curious about getting eaten.

Amity brought Luz closer to her mouth; Luz could see the throat bob as she swallowed nervously, before she was lifted all the way up to her face. “Did you get that thing on your weird human scroll?” Amity eyed Luz nervously, when her face suddenly reddened. “The plastic sleeve. Was that what you called it?” She looked away from Luz, bringing her away from her face. “I mean the thing to go over your scroll; not the scroll, I don’t remember what that was called!”

 Luz stared at her in confusion; her friend was a blabbering mess. But she hadn’t actually done that. “No, I’ll do that!” She brought the plastic sleeve out of her pocket, letting her phone fall into it. It was a little challenging with the bat wings, but with all the time she had spent in the normal rain; she was pretty much an expert. “Thanks, Amity.” Luz showed her the phone. “Oh, and this is called a phone!”

 Amity nodded, as her face returned to its normal pale shade. “Alright,” she said, opening her mouth a little before shutting it again. “You’re sure about this, Luz? I’m not the best at learning new spells…” The girl’s eyes flicked around the room. “What if I didn’t get the protection spell to work? I don’t want to be the reason you die!” Her eyes widened, as the realization hit her. “What if you can’t breathe or you get burnt up by the acids?”

 Luz wasn’t worried anything was going to go wrong. “You can just barf me back up, before anything happens!” She stood up in Amity’s hand, wobbling a little, before she found her footing. “I don’t mind a few burns! I trust that you can get me out in time anyways!” She wanted to reach out and touch Amity’s nose, but she couldn’t quite reach. She decided to say what she was thinking, without the nose hug, she had been planning. “I trust you, Amity.”

 She blinked at Luz, before her cheeks pinked and she shyly looked away. “That means a lot…” she locked eyes with Luz, making both their hearts flutter for a moment. “Thank you.”

 Amity took a deep breath, before she breathed out, and slowly opened her mouth.

 It gave Luz a proper look at Amity’s surprisingly sharp teeth, that looked sort of puppylike compared to Eda’s fangs. Luz decided not to ask Amity, if witches teeth turned into fangs when they got older. Mostly because that would mean it would take longer before Luz could try to get a look inside Amity’s stomach.

 Amity didn’t wait too long after opening her mouth to shove Luz inside. Luz spoke up in protest. “Wait, I want to look at your mouth longer!” She didn’t want to immediately go straight from her mouth to her belly; she wanted to take a longer look at Amity’s mouth.

 Amity swallowed the saliva around her, before pulling Luz back out her mouth. “Sure, but when my jaw gets tired that’s enough looking.” Amity absentmindedly licked her lips, before her brows furrowed. “You taste kind of sweet, Luz.”

 Luz tilted her head, “sweet?” What did she mean by that? She hadn’t dipped herself in honey or sugar as far as she remembered. “Like sugar?”

 Amity nodded, “like really good marshhellows.” Luz could tell Amity drooled a little at the mention of what had to be the Boiling Isles equivalent of marshmallows. She used her arm to wipe the drool away. “Sorry; I really like sweet things.” Amity smiled awkwardly, before she opened her mouth again.

 Luz leaned against Amity’s lip one hand, gently touching her teeth with the other. She gently pressed her hands against the teeth, before she took her phone out of her pocket. She shined it into Amity’s mouth, looking into her throat. It sent a small pang of fear through her. This was the mouth of someone that she was going to let herself get eaten by. And that was the throat she was going to pass down through.

 She shook her head, feeling her heart pound in a mix of excitement and fear. This was Amity’s mouth; not just a rando’s mouth. She pocketed her phone, before running her hands along her tongue. There was a startled gasp from Amity, before a puddle of drool collected under Luz’s hands.

 “You’re really drooling over me, Amity.” Luz teased, feeling the other girl flinch at her words. “Didn’t think I tasted that good!” Luz found the flinching strange, but she didn’t comment on it; she didn’t get to, even if she wanted.

 Amity let out an offended huff air, before she shoved Luz all the way into her mouth.

 Luz felt a bit squished, as Amity closed her mouth. The bigger girl lapped at her as she let her drool soak into her clothes and hair. It was surprisingly enough not too uncomfortable. Well, if she could ignore the outrageous amounts of drool, she was getting lathered in.

 It only took a couple more seconds, before Amity decided to tilt her head back and swallow Luz.

 The gulp that suddenly surrounded Luz was surprisingly noisy. A gross squelching noise followed it, when Luz squirmed to get more comfortable.

 Amity didn’t even take notice of her squirming, as she quickly swallowed again, sealing Luz completely away in her throat.

 Luz felt Amity swallow a third time, after she had left the girl’s mouth. Luz found the pressure of Amity’s throat somewhat comforting, like on of those weighted blankets, except heavier and more crushing. But definitely still oddly comfy.

 It only took a couple more seconds, before she reached the belly of her friend. She was quickly squeezed through opening of the witch’s stomach, before she tumbled into it with a wet smack. Luz immediately took her phone out of her pocket, before she pulled herself up on her elbows. She turned on the flashlight, shining it around the pink chamber. “Woah,” muttered Luz to herself, as a sense of disbelief hit her. She suddenly got an urge to take a picture inside Amity’s gut.

 But Amity spoke up, before Luz got any further with her plan. “Are you okay?”

 Luz nodded, before realized Amity couldn’t see her. “Fine as ever!” she shouted up at her witch friend. “Is it okay if I take a picture inside your stomach?” asked Luz, looking back up at where she assumed Amity was.

 There was a nervous laugh above her. “Uh, sure?”

 “Great!” shouted Luz, only taking a couple seconds to do just that. “Man, this is so crazy!” She felt a burst of excitement as she looked around the witch’s belly. “Amity, can you believe this is possible?” Luz hadn’t expected stuff like this to be possible when she first arrived at the Boiling Isles. She was pretty sure getting eaten was certain death, but apparently not every time. “It’s probably not that strange to you, but I have never been as close to someone as I am right now!”

 Luz noticed the walls around her beginning to redden, before Amity spoke up. “You have never been so close to someone before?”

 Just as Luz started getting concerned about the reddening color; she heard Amity’s heartbeat speed up too. It only took a second for the pieces to click in place in Luz’s head. Amity was blushing. Amity’s stomach was blushing too. Luz couldn’t help herself from bursting out a surprised shout. “Your stomach is blushing, Amity!”

And when that piece fell into place, so did her other feelings. The fluttering of her own heart when she made Amity laugh or smile, Amity’s normal blushing, her rambling sentences and the way she let Luz get too close to her face without going into a full-blown blush. “Oh my gosh…” mumbled Luz, slapping a hand against her forehead. “You have a crush on me!”

 The stomach reddened even more, as Amity squeaked out a quiet yes that Luz could barely hear over the girl’s pounding heart.

 Luz picked herself up, somehow not slipping in the slimy flesh, as she shifted to sit in Amity’s stomach. “I like you too!” Luz grinned in excitement. “Want to go out at some point?”

 There was a startled choke above her. “Sure!” The witch’s heart started pounding faster. “I mean, yes, there’s nothing I would-” she cut herself off, changing what she was about to say. “I would love to go out with you, Luz.” The way she said her name was soft and caring.

 Luz liked the way the girl said her name. “Great!”

 ***

That’s the end! I hope you enjoyed reading this! :D I loved writing it! Luz not realizing she was crushing on Amity was fun to write! Haven’t done that since the original Growing Feelings!

Also I queued another post, so they might post at the same time... whoops. Eh, it’s not like it matters.

And, yes, I know Marshhellows is a really bad pun, but shh! It’s my story I do what I want. I know it sounds more like hello than hell, but just ignore that. And Mallows doesn’t sound like Hellows at all... It’s not my best work, okay?

(Finally gave it a title, even if it isn’t the most impressive)

#drawing

[vestancethesmol]

The Taste of a Tiny~

Word count: 1.7k

tw: fatal, vore, g/t vore, fear play

this was somethin i made for @patpat-snore since there's no vore fics for preds really (this is in the pov of a pred) I hope you like it lots!!! I'm sorry if I did bad!

It was a terrible day for you, your coworker called in sick and asked you to cover his shift, and for some dumb reason, you did it. Although if you had known what you were in for that day, you would've hung up the moment that they called you. It was horrible, it was the holidays of course, so everyone was in a rush, people were in terrible moods, makes you wonder what happened to the “holiday spirit” which is supposedly in the air. But for your workplace, the holiday spirit may as well have been nonexistent with how this women was treating you. She was screaming, demanding to purchase an item that hadn't been in store for weeks now, due to the fact that it was probably Christmas Eve of all times, and last minute shopping never went well. But she didn't care, she wanted it and she wanted it now. It was only until your General manager had stepped in that she finally caved in and went home, muttering a string of curse words and bad cheer under her breath as she exited. The day was awful sure, but as if Lady Luck herself had come down and smooched you on the cheek, your boss told you that you could go home early!!! You practically skipped out of the building after clocking out, you were so happy, you had never gotten out this early. A myriad of things to do with your newfound free time were swimming in your head. But as lady luck was smiling upon you, she was not smiling upon an unknown resident of your home…

Unbeknownst to you, there had been a little woman living within your apartment walls for quite some time. She was always careful, always meticulous, learning your schedule perfectly so that she wouldn't end up getting spotted by her massive roommate, but it wouldn't help her today, as this was the first time in years that you had ever clocked out sooner that 5:30. She was out in your apartment, sneaking out little nibbles of the loaf of bread that had been sitting in your pantry for a few days now, a little morsel of the spongy grain saddled on her back, ready for transport back into her home. She snuck her way out onto the kitchen counter, the hidden entryway to her living space mere feet away as the apartment door slowly creaked open, a heart stopping chill running its way across the borrower’s spine, freezing her in her tracks like a deer in headlights. Her day about to take a turn for the worse.

You lazily dropped your keys on the table, and walked into your kitchen, very very very very very hungry after an annoying day’s work, but what you laid your eyes on was not food, well not yet anyway, but a tiny woman instead, her tiny eyes wide with fear, the piece of bread falling from

her grasp and onto the counter without a sound. Your own eyes were wide too, way wider than hers obviously, but still, it was a massive surprise to you too. You had always heard stories from your grandmother of the little people who lived in people’s walls, and were always excited by them, always searching for them whenever you went to her house. But you always thought that those stories were just fairy tales, made up for little kids to give them a sense of wonder in the world, you didn't expect for one to be in your house! Although… you always did have this bizarre fascination with what a tiny human would taste like. What it would feel like for them to wriggle down your hungry gullet. What it would feel like to have them writhe and squirm inside your cavernous belly as they were turned into nutrients for your body.You suddenly found yourself licking your lips with hunger, a gluttonous look in your eyes, and to top it off, a devious smile painting itself across your features. A smile that could only mean danger for the little thief inside your apartment.

“By all means, enjoy the piece of bread little one, you've clearly earned it, after all, if I hadn’t gotten home early you would've already eaten it” You said sinisterly, your much larger eyes studying the tiny, like a butcher’s customer would study the cuts of meat, wondering how she would taste once you had gotten her into your maw. You had decided to hold off on devouring her outright, not until you had sufficiently toyed with her. “I-if you insist mister, th-thank you for letting me have this, I r-really appreciate it” she stammered sheepishly, tentatively taking little nibbles of the bread, the tiny very clearly still terrified of what you might do now that you had found out that she was living in your home. After a minute or two of nibbling she had finally finished her snack, although yours was just about to begin you had thought to yourself…

“Th-thank you for letting me eat some of your bread mister, now if you don't mind I’ll just get out of your hair by going back to my ho-”

“Going so soon? But we had just met little one, and after all, you may have had your food, but I haven't had mine quite yet” You chuckled ominously before slamming your hand down atop the counter, mere inches from the tiny female who was about to escape, causing her to fall backwards onto her rear in shock. “Wh-what do you mean by food?” she inquired meekly, the little one crawling backwards, away from your massive palm that was blocking her path “What do I mean by food? Well I mean you my dear~ After all, if a delectable little treat is going to waltz around my countertops, who am I to miss out on this golden opportunity?” You explained, your hungry eyes never once leaving her frail and vulnerable form. She just looked so… helpless like this so… delicious, you couldn't wait any longer your, your free hand swooped in to snatch her up, each one of your fingers wrapping around her like a snake, making her confinement in your hand more and more secure with each digit that had curled around her. You lifted her up effortlessly, bringing your adorably helpless prey up to your face. “Don't worry little one, this won't hurt… much, and, don't think about it as your end, think of it as a very warm, very wet roller coaster ride, ok?” You stated, letting your warm breath spill out over your meal with each word, giving her a taste of what's to come inside of your hungry, hungry mouth. “Ahhhh~” You opened wide and stuck out your tongue, placing your tiny, feminine morsel atop the pink muscle, marinating her in your own saliva as you slowly withdrew your tongue back into your cavernous maw. Once the snack had been brought in past your teeth, you shut your mouth, giving her a curtain of your pearly white teeth instead of the kitchen light that she used to see, but her journey wasn't quite over yet as you waggled your tongue around inside your mouth, making sure to get the little visitor thoroughly coated in your own saliva before her trip down your throat. You could feel her squirms, it was so very clear that she was trying to fight your tongue, it felt like a little wrestling match to you, a wrestling match that you won quite easily as you pinned her beneath your tongue, pressing her little body against the floor of your mouth, licking all over her little body. You tasted every inch of her, she was so perfect, sweeter than a piece of your favorite candy. You felt her little arms trying to push up against your snake-like tongue, but it was no use at this point, it was very clear that you were fully intent on devouring her like the piece of food that she was. In one last, little tease, you decided to let her head pop out from beyond your lips, your tongue wrapping itself around her waist in order to prevent escape. You looked upon her adorable little head, her hair stuck to her face and the side of her head now that it had been doused with your spit, you giggled to yourself, the chuckles reverberating throughout your body, causing your guest to rumble a tad bit as your finger drew ever so close to her little head, the digit making a circular motion as it crept closer… and closer until… boop! Your giant finger pushed her head back inside to your awaiting mouth, your tongue assisting in the task to pull her back in. “Alright, enough games, I can't wait any longer” You thought to yourself, a giddy grin breaking out along your face, excited at the prospect of a real life borrower meal!

“Bye Bye little one~ enjoy the roller coaster ride down” You murmured to your struggling prey before throwing your head back, letting the delectable woman slide down, savoring her flavor on each taste bud as she skidded past, plummeting down your warm throat, you brought up one of your fingers to the bulge in your throat, trailing its descent down and down and down until they fell into the bottom of your gut, where you let your hand rest on your now full belly, a content smile upon your face at having enjoyed a wonderful meal. “Thank you for the food dear, you were absolutely delicious, so delicious that I wish that there were mo-URP!” Your monologue cut off by a massive belch erupting past your lips, probably your tummy thanking you for feeding it. “As I was saying, so delicious that I wish I could taste you over and over again, but sadly, I'll have to settle for this one time” You spoke softly, drumming your fingers over the spot where she had landed, the tiny clearly still moving around inside, hopefully coming to terms with her digestion. “All this playing made me sleepy, I think I'll take a nap little one, don't go anywhere~” You teased, going off to your bedroom to sleep as your little passenger would soon digest inside you, hopefully giving you energy for your workday tomorrow...

#soft vore #g/t vore #vore writing #vore story #male vore

[nommy-thoughts]

Matryoshka

@that-prey-lounge and I were brainstorming Sanders Sides vore ideas yesterday, and this is the result. (TPL also wrote a delicious story from that brainstorming session, and you should absolutely read it, here is a link.)

[more of my writing] 

(specifically my vore writing)

Summary: Remus really likes vore, and the other Sides aren’t exactly averse to it. Safe, soft, willing vore, with foodplay and mouthplay. There are nibbles, but they're very gentle. Pred/prey Remus, Prey Logan, Pred Patton.

Wordcount: 2.5K

Characters, in order of appearance (POV, main, minor): Remus, Logan, Roman, Patton, Virgil

~~~~~

Remus was in a Mood. A very particular kind of Mood. And he knew just what he needed. But could he get the others to indulge him? Well, he could certainly try.

He went to Logan’s room, bearing a jar of Crofter’s and two spoons, as well as a… special device. Logan was studying, like a nerd, but he looked up as Remus barged in.

“Do you need something?”

Remus didn’t answer, only shoving one spoon into Logan’s hand. Logan looked at it in confusion for a moment, then brightened as Remus held up the jar of jelly. 

“I suppose I could do with a study break,” he admitted, holding out his hand.

Remus grinned. Instead of giving Logan the jelly, however, he handed him the device, activating it as he did so. There was a flash of blue light, and when it faded, Logan seemed to have disappeared. But Remus knew better. He sat down, and sure enough, there was little Logan on the floor, just under three inches tall.

Logan got to his feet and brushed himself off. “Really, Remus?” he said, but he sounded more inconvenienced than irritated. Remus shrugged, setting the jar of jelly in front of his shrunken friend. Logan’s eyes widened, and he looked at the jar, then at the spoon in his hand, then up at Remus, then at the jar again. A huge grin spread across his tiny face as Remus unscrewed the lid.

Remus picked him up by the back of his shirt, earning himself a startled yelp and some delightful squirms. Logan stopped squirming, though, when Remus dropped him into the open jar of jelly. He sank in up to his knees and nearly fell over, just barely managing to keep his balance. Logan looked up at Remus again with a disapproving frown. But before he could say anything, Remus put his finger on Logan’s chest and pushed him backwards, making him topple with another yelp. He tried to get back up, but Remus just knocked him over again. 

“Remus!” Logan scolded with a heavy frown, batting at Remus’s fingers. “I am messy enough as it is. Stop it.”

“But I like making you messy,” Remus said, grinning. Still, he let Logan sit up.

Logan looked about to scold him again, but then apparently changed his mind. Instead, he used the spoon, which he’d somehow not dropped, to lift a relatively large bite of jelly to his mouth. He smiled, appeased.

Remus watched him eat for several moments before he moved again. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, pinching Logan’s tiny torso between two fingers to lift him upright again. “Up you go. But, then again…” With a smirk, Remus shoved Logan down, burying him in jelly up to his waist. “There. Isn’t that better?”

“Not particularly,” Logan answered, though he wasn’t bothered enough to prevent him from eating another spoonful of jelly.

“No, you’re right there,” Remus agreed. He put a finger on each of Logan’s shoulders. Logan stiffened, realizing what Remus was going to do too late to stop him. 

“Remus, don’t—!” he protested, just as Remus jammed him down again. A second later, all that could be seen of the nerd were his head, shoulders, and arms, which he had lifted just in time. Logan squirmed, but he was too small to break up the jelly surrounding him. He glared up at Remus. “Do you know how hard it is to get jelly stains out of a silk tie?”

“No,” Remus said, digging his own spoon into the jelly across from Logan.

“Hey!” Logan protested as Remus put the spoonful of jelly in his mouth. “This is mine! Back off!”

Remus laughed. “Much as I’d love to see you try,” he said with his mouth full, “you simply cannot eat an entire jar of jelly at your current size.”

Logan pouted, but as the physical embodiment of logic, he had to concede that point. He grumpily squirmed again, wriggling his shoulders and pressing down on the surface of the jelly with his hands. They sank in, so that rather than extracting himself, Logan only managed to bury himself deeper in the jelly, although it was now slightly more broken up around his chest. Logan sighed, shaking his head. Then he shrugged and began to eat again. 

Remus ate around the edges of the jar, leaving Logan stuck in the middle. Logan, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to eat his way out, though of course his size made it quite difficult for him to consume enough jelly to make much of a difference. Still, he was smiling again, which Remus took for a good sign.

When he’d eaten about half the jar, Remus slid his spoon under Logan, scooping him up along with a bit of jelly. Logan looked up at him, startled, as Remus lifted him out of the jar.

“Oh, I see,” Logan said, raising an eyebrow. “This was all a ploy.” Remus grinned. “Alright then, but no biting.”

“No promises,” Remus said. Logan flicked a tiny spoonful of jelly at him. It struck Remus in the face, and he laughed. “Okay, no biting,” he acquiesced. Lifting Logan a bit higher, he licked his lips, considering what would be the most fun way to go about this. After a moment of thought, he opened his mouth wide and shoved Logan inside in one quick motion. Closing his lips behind him, Remus pulled the spoon back out slowly, making sure that not a single globule of jelly escaped.

Logan wriggled a bit, and Remus hummed in pleasure. He used his tongue to pin Logan to the roof of his mouth, and then started licking and sucking on him. Logan squirmed as he did so, making the experience oh so pleasant. It didn’t take long, though, before Remus had licked all the jelly off, and although he quite enjoyed having Logan in his mouth even without the jelly, the experience was limited by his promise not to use his teeth. Remus tipped his head back and swallowed.

Logan, thoroughly slicked with saliva, went down smoothly. Remus smirked in satisfaction, patting his stomach. He could just barely feel Logan shifting about inside, making himself comfortable. Or at least, as comfortable as he could. Remus figured Logan would probably use the time to get some sleep, since there wasn’t a whole lot else one could do inside someone else’s stomach.

Remus picked the device up from the floor, twisting the dial. Immediately, he felt the weight and pressure in his stomach increase as Logan doubled in size. Three inches was a good height to tease and taste, and easy to swallow, but six made for a much pleasanter in-stomach experience. This way, he could feel every shift Logan made. Though, Remus noted, looking down at himself, Logan was still small enough that he didn’t even make a visible bulge. He patted his stomach happily, and felt a nudge — an elbow, perhaps, or a soft kick, he wasn’t sure which — from the inside. Logan wriggled around some more, resettling.

With a very satisfied smile, Remus got up. Absently continuing to eat jelly directly from the jar, he exited Logan’s room and crossed the hall to the one he shared with his twin brother. Roman was there, sitting on his bed and reading softly to himself from a notebook. Probably that play he’d been working on lately. Remus sat down next to him, and Roman looked up.

“Is that Logan’s Crofter’s?”

“Mm-hm,” Remus said. He tipped the jar toward Roman, giving him a jelly-filled grin. “Want some?”

“Pass,” Roman said, wrinkling his nose.

So, Remus ate the jelly himself, making pleased smacking noises with his lips and tongue. After a few minutes, when he’d almost finished, Roman suddenly shoved his shoulder.

“Do you have to eat in my ear?” he complained. “I’m trying to work.”

Remus leaned in again to make a particularly loud mouth noise directly in Roman’s ear, and then got up.

“Go bug someone else,” Roman suggested, already looking back at his papers.

So, Remus went downstairs, and found Patton and Virgil on the couch, talking about something. Remus didn’t listen long enough to care what, just flopped across both their laps. “Eat me,” he said without preamble.

“Ew, no,” Virgil protested, shoving Remus off them. He landed on the floor with a thump. “You’re gross and filthy.”

“What if I bathe first?”

“Still no.”

Remus turned to Patton, eyes wide and pleading. “Please, Patton?” he pleaded. “Pretty please with a cherry on top? I’ll let you mess with me in your mouth for as long as you want, won’t you please eat me? Pleeeeease?”

Patton gave in. “Oh, alright,” he said. “But you do have to bathe first. With soap.”

Remus bounced happily to his feet. Beaming, he rushed off to the bathroom, shucked off his clothes, and got in the shower. As he soaped up, he felt shifting inside his stomach. All those sharp movements must’ve woken Logan up.

“It’s okay, Loogie,” Remus said fondly, rubbing his stomach. “You can go back to sleep.”

Logan continued to move, stretching Remus’s stomach out delightfully as he readjusted again. Remus put his hand on the outside to better feel Logan’s wriggles, and when Logan stilled, Remus pressed his hand in, feeling Logan’s small form through the layer of his own flesh. Logan shoved back.

Remus grinned, patting his stomach again. “Hope you’re comfy,” he said. “You’re gonna be in there a while.”

There was a slight shift, but Logan seemed to be settled.

Remus finished his shower and got out. Leaving his dirty clothes scattered across the bathroom floor, he started for the door, then paused. Remus preferred to sleep in the buff, but he had been firmly informed that he wasn’t to wander the mindscape that way. He summoned a pair of clean boxers with a wave of his hand, then sank out to find Patton again.

Patton was still on the couch talking to Virgil, but they paused as Remus rose up.

“Are… are you wearing Roman’s shorts?” Virgil asked.

Remus looked down. He’d only specified ‘clean’ when summoning them, but sure enough, his boxers were red with little gold crowns. He shrugged. “Roman actually does laundry.” Grinning at Patton, he asked, “Eat me now?”

“Shrink first,” Patton reminded him, so Remus summoned the device again.

He took a moment adjusting the settings, and then activated it. There was a bright flash of sickly green light with just a tinge of blue, and when the spots in his eyes cleared, Remus saw a gigantic hand reaching for him. Of course, the hand wasn’t really gigantic; Remus was simply very small. Even smaller than he’d made Logan, in fact, barely over an inch tall. Patton pinched him between two fingers to pick him up, and Remus wriggled excitedly as he was lifted. He felt a thrill run down his spine, and butterflies in his stomach.

“Ready, kiddo?”

Remus nodded. “Eat me!”

“Okay, in you go,” Patton said, popping Remus into his mouth like a piece of candy. Remus landed on Patton’s tongue, promptly falling on his face. All light vanished as Patton closed his mouth, and then the really fun part began. Patton’s tongue quickly slickened with saliva, and Patton started moving him around. Remus relaxed into it, letting Patton do whatever he wanted.

Remus honestly had no idea how long he spent being nothing more than an oral stim toy, but he loved every second of it. Patton kept moving him around, pressing him against the roof of his mouth, holding him gently between his teeth and nibbling lightly on him, even pushing him slightly out of his mouth to drape across his lower lip for a few seconds before licking him back inside. Patton and Virgil continued their conversation as well, and although Remus was far too small and indifferent to make out the meaning of any of the words that rumbled around him, the sensation of lying on the middle of Patton’s tongue while Patton spoke was indescribably excellent.

Eventually, though, it had to come to an end. Patton took a drink of water, washing Remus down his throat. He landed in a pile of half-digested food.

“Ooh, it’s gross in here!” Remus said, delighted. Patton must have been snacking. With any luck, he’d eat some more snacks, and Remus could have more sludge to enjoy. However, Remus knew that while his current size was excellent for being played with in a mouth, he’d enjoy Patton’s stomach much more at a larger one. He snapped his fingers, signaling the device to go to its second stage. Remus shot up in height, nearly filling the entire space. He had to fold himself up a bit now, settling into the chyme. The stomach walls pressed in around him, and Remus was fairly certain he could feel Patton’s hand on the other side of the fleshy wall. He pushed back to let him know he was doing fine.

The pressure released, and Remus grinned to himself, rubbing his full stomach. This was excellent. Curled up safely inside of Patton, with Logan tucked snugly away in his own stomach, Remus relaxed, falling contentedly asleep.

~~~

Some time later, Roman came into the living room. Finding Virgil and Patton there, he asked, “Either of you seen Remus lately?”

Virgil glanced to Patton, who put a hand on his stomach and said, “Oh, I ate him. Do you need him for something? I could summon him.” He lifted his hand with the offer, ready to call Remus up.

“No, no, that’s fine!” Roman said quickly, holding his hands out to stop Patton. “He just hasn’t annoyed me in a few hours, and I wanted to make sure he wasn’t off causing problems on purpose somewhere else instead.”

“I think he’s asleep,” Patton said, hands back on his stomach. “He hasn’t moved in a while.”

Roman smiled. “Good. He can’t wreak havoc while he’s asleep.” He sank out, and a few seconds later, rose up again. “By the way, do you know where Logan is? I wanted to ask him to proofread my play, but he’s not in his room.”

“We have a pretty good guess,” Virgil said, tossing something to Roman, who turned it over in his hands.

It was a round silver disk, about two inches across, and ringed about the edge with two bands of light, one green and the other dark blue. Roman recognized it at once, and it only took him a few moments to decipher the meaning of the symbols displayed on its surface. His brother was roughly six inches tall; Logan was even smaller, about half an inch tall, and his height was tied to Remus’s.

“Ah,” Roman said, tossing the device back to Virgil, who put it down on the end table. “I’ll ask him later, then.”

#mine #nommy thoughts #writing #my writing #matryoshka #foodplay #mouthplay #mawshot #guts #recursive vore #sanders sides #remus #logan #patton

[minidigidestined]

Fatal Mistake

CW: One shot sfw vore story with implied fatal and digestion. Sadistic pred and mostly unwilling prey, fearplay. Very whump-y. N/S/F/W blogs do not interact.

A quick little "AU" babble of two of my Digimon OCs from the POV of my digidestined OC featuring one of her friend digimon, Voltboutamon, as the pred. When the human servant to the illustrious digimon lord makes a messy mistake in front of her master's guests during a dinner party, he becomes enraged and has finally had enough of her ineptitude. Not so fun hijinks ensue.

I made sure to smooth out the creases in my apron and dress, my breath short and strained. I knew that for something like this, my lord needed me to look perfectly presentable--I was as much a part of the setting as the crystal wineglasses or gilded chairs, after all.

I adjusted the bloom of curls atop my head and steadied myself the best I could. I knew he could detect my fear and discomfort miles away and while it was usually a delight to him, tonight the smallest sign of irritation could be fatal.

I pushed open the heavy doors to the dining room, exhaling anxiety as another servant bustled past me with empty trays.

"Good luck," She mouthed as I emerged, the expensive scent of the guests' cuisine wreathing around me. I clutched the bottle of wine tightly in my hands, speedwalking out into the elegantly decorated chamber, the diamond chandelier casting ominous candlelight out over the decadent scene.

My lord sat at the head of the head of the table, perfectly poised in regal silence among the chatter. He cut an imposing figure, all sharp edges, straight lines and the finest silks. His red eyes burned like twin hot coals, his clawed fingers wrapped around the stem of his empty goblet. He impatiently tapped the stone floor with the toe of his boot, almost looking bored even though it was his affair.

His crimson eyes found me near instantly, locking onto my own earthy gaze and sending a chill up my spine. I bypassed his guests with shaky steps, robotically greeting and inquiring as to their pleasure. The stern line of his mouth relaxed into a self-satisfied smirk as I approached, his food still steaming and untouched.

I approached his side, his figure looming over me a good seven feet even while sitting. He leaned back luxuriously, his long legs crossed at the ankle.

"Human. You kept me waiting. I hope you brought the good wine." He said languorously.

"Yes, Lord Voltaboutamon. Only the best for you and your patrons." I heard the tremble in my voice and felt dread curl in my chest like a frightened child.

"Good." His tone was almost indulgent, his smirk all dark edges. "Get on with it then, woman."

I swallowed, my throat thick as he lowered his goblet, as royal as everything else in his gothic noir estate. I hastily uncorked the bottle, feeling more than one pair of eyes on me. With shaking hands, I lifted the wine to pour, praying to anyone willing to listen and--

My mind blanked into white hot panic when my wrist twitched, a product of anxiety and damaged motor skills. The wash of shame and fear froze me in place as the wine, dark as blood, spilled over me, my digimon lord and the floor.

I saw the moment rage blossomed in his breast, as dark as the splashed wine as his easy posture and icy smirk twisted into unadulterated anger. His eyes narrowed to thin slits--blazing hellfire--mouth curling into a snarl, his edges sharpening instantaneously.

"You stupid little brat," He hissed between his teeth, fangs gleaming dangerously. "Can you ever do a damn thing right?"

At his scathing tone I flashed back to his effortless grace in the art of killing. Back to blood and marrow and incomprehensible danger. Back to fear and insecurity and nightmares.

He's not like that...not with me, not anymore. He’s just playing it up in front of the guests. I repeat it to myself like a mantra, my entire sense of self on white-hot fire. No matter what I told myself, I knew the truth though. I knew how important tonight was and of course I fumbled it, like always. 

Stupid.

He rose to his full height, his second pair of arms unfolding behind him like a reaper's scythes, tail uncoiling from his waist and twisting about in a hypnotic dance, like a snake ready to strike.

Yes, my master is as beautiful and deadly as a serpent, quick as a whip and more clever than most...if not all. Despite his lanky build, he seemed to encompass the entire room with his presence alone, his brilliance demanding absolute attention. I saw a certain hunger twist his features, the lust for violence in that moment carving out a hole in his very heart.

I watched his face, unable to look away as that hole began to fill.

"I have had enough of your fumbling and bumbling, maid," He sneered, his voice righteous and cruel. "I've given you chance after chance, and still you remain a thorn in my side, a leftover piece of a puzzle with no place to go. Nowhere you fit in."

"Please sir," I begin to beg, black tinting the edges of my vision in sheer panic. I thought of his blades, of his guns, even of the strength in his spidery limbs and whip-like tail.

"I gave you a chance because I pitied you, but now you're out of chances and out of time." He gripped my chin, taloned fingers digging into my doughy face. I looked up at him with tear filled eyes and found not a single shred of mercy there.

"Please."

"No," He growled, and if looks could kill, I'd be in hell. "I'm going to make an example of you. I know you neglect your job to sit and eat and read, lazing about like a useless stain. Even knowing that I won't settle for less than perfection. Even knowing that I see everything. But you'll be perfect for one thing..."

I stared blankly, shaking and not daring to move. 

He smiled softly, his voice growing syrupy and taunting. He let one hand glide mockingly over his midriff, "I see how you stare at me and the annoying things you say to the other servants--I always thought your desires the most foolish thing I had ever heard. What better way to end you than by showing you how that particular brand of idiocy has made a bumbling fool of you and distracted you from your job? What its reality leads to?” 

I felt myself flush, immediately trying to twist out of his iron grip. "I'm sorry, Voltaboutamon, please no--"

"Too late " He crooned, a lullaby and a death sentence all in one. "And this way, your end won't lead to the other servants having to clean up after you. Again."

My head began to swim, my chest tightening as his hand encompassed my entire head. My vision completely blacked out, and the sensation of becoming less overtook me, my mind, and even the humiliation.

Before I knew it, I sat on Voltaboutamon's hand, dizzy and still burning with the echoing pain of shrinking. I gazed up at him, his massive visage a blood moon hanging over my earth. Despite myself I panicked with a

 eripping the wrinkled, wine-stained hem of my dress with utterly frayed nerves and tried to look anywhere else but the line of his rage-twisted lips.

It really was happening. Just not the way I'd dreamed. Not with the ending I hoped for. But still...his scowling mouth was mere inches away from me, to the point where I could hear the irritated breath flaring from his nostrils like wind.

Without anymore ceremony, he plucked me from his palm two claws pinching the back of my dress. I swung upwards--unable to even inhale one last breath before the finale--until I was impossibly high up, dangling up above the proud arch of his hat and the menacing sculpt of his mask.

I covered my face with my hands, a low moan of despair escaping me despite my near daily voracious daydreams. I felt as heavy as lead, as good as gone, as dead as--

He let go.

I dropped like a stone, his mouth snapping me up near instantaneously. I felt him struggle a bit to accommodate me in his narrow maw, the pinpricks of his teeth scraping against me and drawing blood. I cried out in fear, pummeling the muscle of his tongue with my slippered feet and desperately tried to scramble for an escape.

A low sound rumbled in his chest, whether it was one of pleasure or annoyance, I couldn't place--perhaps both. He seemed to enjoy the taste of the wine on my skin, but in a matter of seconds he was already bored and done, tilting his head back and gulping me back with a throaty swallow.

I whimpered when I felt his throat hitch, unaccustomed to such a sizable and girthy morsel of food, but he swallowed thickly once more and I was sent down without fuss.

Covered head to toe in his saliva, the muscles of his elegant throat crushed against me, sending me down toward the prison of his gut. I felt his slim fingers press inquisitively against the bulge I created during my descent, cursing my eternal foolishness as my cheeks set aflame.

As I was pulled downward, I heard the laughter and excitement of his guests--I'm sure they enjoyed both his melodramatics and his near playful display of cruelty. Classic Voltboutamon! Soon though, all I could hear was the rush of his breath and the steady tempo of his heart, my head popping into a slightly more open cavern and the rest of my body toppling down seconds later.

I struggled to right myself, slipping in chyme and stomach juices and struggling to breathe in my lord's unrelenting body heat. I pushed my hands against his stomach walls in desperation, trying to wipe the itchy fluids from my eyes.

I imagined the little bulge I'd make in his skinny midsection, considering the fact that I was locked in his belly for the rest of my short life and cringed when I felt my panicking heart betray itself even when there was no way out. It was as if flowers blossomed between my ribs, and even though I was nothing but a punished servant turned snack, I felt as though he had finally seen me.

He had noticed me and my lingering stares--and now I got to be part of him. Perhaps forever, if he truly was without mercy. That meant something, right?

I yelped, jerked out of my thoughts when something dropped onto my head. With a start I realized it was a bit of chewed up meat. So...he was still hungry. Delicately picking at his food while his stomach growled around me, the little human he hungrily gulped down mere moments away from digestion.

The feelings of insignificance and delight battled within me.

More and more food dropped over me, bits of the finest and most decadent the manor's kitchens had to offer, and soon the stomach began to churn away at its meal. The walls pulsed and pressed against me, flipping me all around and nearly drowning me in the stomach fluids and masticated food. I was tossed about like nothing, completely at the mercy of my vicious lord's equally vicious stomach.

I screamed, pressing harder against the stomach walls as my new home seemed to grow hotter and burn with the acrid stench of stomach acid. I struggled for air and tried to push back against the slick muscles, but found myself growing weaker and weaker... Wine soon flooded over me, making me sputter and flail even more, the smell of grapes sickly bitter in the pit of his gut.

I thought I felt his hand pressing against his middle, and found the thought of him stuffing himself into a bellyache to further punish and disgust me made me giddy--I wondered if I was making a bulge in his perfect diamond-cut figure and smiled. Oh, how the blush on my cheeks would spite and enrage him ever further, a fun little game between the two of us.

Unfortunately, whatever bit of heaven I managed to find in my demise still made me the loser of this game. After all, I was going to be nothing more than chyme and fuel for his graceful power soon enough... Truly this was the magnum opus of his callous sadism, the complete erasure of one's personhood. He and his ruthless nature would always win. It always did.

If only he heard my screams and cared. If only he'd set me free in a few more minutes... If only he coughed me up, revealed his heart, and we became true friends. Maybe more, if he confessed he loved me too. If only this really were a game, a playful cat and mouse, and not my execution. But I already knew there would be no salvation tonight. There would be no tenderness from the pitiless digimon, not after my constant failings.

My skin began to truly itch, burning from the thick juices pooling up around me, massaged deep into my flesh by the churning stomach walls. I slumped down in defeat, mind going blank--I was sure that Voltaboutamon and his extravagant guests had already forgotten about me beyond a silly and fanciful dinner story for future parties.

As much as I'd begged and screamed though, it wasn't so bad... Leaning back into it felt as if I became warmth itself, and despite the danger I was in, I almost felt cradled by my lord's body. I could pretend.

My head swam with the heat, my eyes fluttering shut as the stomach bubbled and churned around me, feeling as if the sensation in my skin was fading and my body was beginning to melt. Now, I was nothing but food, fallen prey to my decadent lord.

Nothing but food... Nothing but... Nothing...

***

"Why are you staring at me, Charissa?"

I started with a jolt at Voltaboutamon's grumble. He hovered at the edge of the small kitchen, disgruntled and dissecting a slice of pizza with a fork and knife.

"Ah! Sorry, I was zoning out..." I prayed he hadn't noticed my eyes on the bowed frown of his mouth, on the silky swallows he took of cranberry juice and steaming pizza. I returned my attention to my own slice, stuffing it into my mouth messily.

He looked down his nose at me and scowled even deeper with disapproval, huffing. "Well look somewhere else."

I rolled my eyes and gave a sarcastic salute, desperately hoping my blush wasn't enough to be noticed as I tried not to imagine disappearing down his long, elegant throat, slipping between his menacing teeth and into the cruel and unrelenting confines of his stomach...

I really needed to get a reign on this daydreaming habit. Especially before my reluctant new friend noticed.

Especially before my fixation on his guts and his heart ruined everything.

#soft vore #fatal #implied digestion #implied fatal #unwilling vore #unwilling #fearplay #whump #g/t #giant/tiny #my post #my writing

[slimy-vore-bog]

Misunderstandings

Last story was my attempt at an April Fool’s prank... It wasn’t a very good one, but I translated the entire thing and here it is.  (took me 3 days, because I kept procrastinating)

It’s not a joke story btw. The joke was posting it in Danish

Anyways...

Contains: Pred Luz (pov character) prey Amity and Willow, mentions of fatal vore, slightly weird grammar because of translation and out of character actions and dialogue

The last part is because I view Saga (Amity in the Danish dub) differently than Amity. Voice actress makes her feel really different, dub Amity is a nervous soft girl who is clumsy and stutters after episode 7... I don’t like it, but I had to keep it somewhat canon... The second reason is that... I only watched the dub once and that this was really rushed. They all talk a bit too formal

Also I made a slightly inappropiate joke at the end. But it’s (hence the title) out of another misunderstanding. And it’s not like I actually even say what they were thinking. I thought it was funny so I’m keeping it.

Original Danish Version: Misforståelser

Word Count: 2.1k

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“Amity, stop running away!” yelled Luz as the green haired witch ran away from her at a shocking speed. “I’m just trying to help you!”

The young witch didn’t stop. “No! I saw what you did to Willow; you ate her!” she screamed.

That… was true enough. The small witch was in her inside her stomach, but there was a good reason for it. “If you just let me explain, it’ll all make sense; I swear!” There was a kick from inside her stomach. “Willow isn’t dead!”

Amity stumbled in her run. Maybe Luz could get her to listen?

She turned around to look up at Luz. “What?” The witch stared up at her in confusion, but her confused stare quickly turned into a rage filled glare. “Luz are you complete out of your mind?! You ate your best friend! She might not be dead yet, but she sure as hell won’t be living long!”

Luz took a moment, before she could figure out what to say that would calm Amity down. “No, it’s a misunderstanding! For both of you!” She held her hand over her stomach. “Willow, you are okay, aren’t you? You can breathe just fine, and it doesn’t even sting, does it?”

There was no answer from her stomach, but the kicks stopped immediately. Luz could feel that Willow still had her feet firmly pressed into her stomach wall. A couple seconds passed, before her friend responded. “… no, I’m actually feeling fine.”

“She just answered that she’s feeling fine.” Luz did know that it could sound like a lie, but there wasn’t really any other ways to say it. “The reason I chose to eat her…” She looked up at the sky. “Well, just look up there for yourself, Amity.” She pointed up in the air to where a giant bird of prey was circling.

Amity turned her back to Luz with a distrustful glare. “I can’t see what you’re pointing at.” She spun around fast enough to nearly trip herself. “Don’t try to distract me! Throw Willow up right now, before you regret it!” She clenched her fists. “She is-or was- you friend!”

Luz was getting lightly irritated. “First, Willow is completely fine, and second, if you let me pick you up, then I can show you what you’re running towards.” She had a feeling Amity would run, but it wouldn’t be hard to catch her.

The moment the words left her mouth, Amity bared her teeth. “As if I’d do that!” She took a step backwards. “You… You’re just going to eat me as soon as you have me in your hands!”

Luz sighed. “Amity, if you really don’t want me to eat you, then I won’t do-” She suddenly felt a strong kick to a sensitive part of her stomach. “Ouch!” She curled around her stomach. It was mostly out of shock, but there was still a pinching pain. “Willow!”

“Why didn’t you give me a choice?!” she yelled, clearly insulted. “Are Amity feelings about this more important than mine?”

“No, of course not!” Luz could hear how dumb it all sounded. “I just didn’t want to… I just hadn’t thought it entirely through!” Luz could just have held them in her hoodie or in her pant pocket. “I don’t really think things through as well when turn into… you know, a giant.” To her it had seemed like the most logical choice to eat her friends.

She took in a deep breath, before she looked back down at Amity. She placed her hand down with her palm upwards so the green haired witch could climb up on her own. “Come on now, I promise you if you don’t want me to swallow you then I won’t.”

Amity eyed her suspiciously. “What was it that you pointed at earlier?”

Luz pulled her hand back. “A giant bird of prey.”

Amity nodded slowly. “Okay, what color is it?”

Luz realized that she was trying to figure out if she was lying. She looked back up at the big bird. “Blue with orange spots. No, wait, it’s a pattern, and its wings are white on the inside.”

Amity suddenly seemed more relaxed. “Are you sure Willow is okay?”

Luz nodded. “Completely sure.”

“Okay then.” She glared at her again. “But I’m still not letting you eat me.”

Luz smiled. “alright, Amity.” She placed her hand down on the ground again. “Are you going to climb on now?”

Amity eyed her nervously, before she nodded. She took a careful step forwards towards her hand. “And you’re not going to eat me unless I’m okay with it?”

Luz shook her head. “No, you have my word.”

Amity crawled up onto her hand. “Can you please hold me up to your stomach?” She pulled her legs up to her chest. “I want to talk with Willow, without you needing to eat me.”

“Of course, Amity.” She lifted her hand up to the lowest part of her chest. “Talk your head off.”

Amity cleared her throat. “uh, Willow?”

Willow’s voice was a bit cross. “What?” There were a couple seconds of silence. “Sorry, I’m not mad at you.” She gave Luz another kick. “I just don’t get that Luz is giving you special treatment! She ate me without giving me a choice!”

Amity shuffled a bit. “I just wanted to hear if you were doing alright.”

“Oh. Yes, I’m doing fine. Even if it’s awfully slimy in here…”

Luz felt a little embarrassed. It wasn’t because she had been giving Amity special treatment on purpose. “If you want me to, I can easily throw you up again.”

“No, it’s fine, Luz, I would just get cold.” But after she said that, she gave Luz tiny kick again.

Luz used her empty right hand to scratch her neck. “So, Amity, hoodie or pocket?”

Amity flinched. “Let me think for a moment.”

Luz waited. She had trouble keeping her hands still. She wasn’t trying to disturb Amity in the middle of her thinking, but she couldn’t stop moving her fingers slightly.

Amity sighed. “I don’t think it’s okay that you only ate Willow… It would only be fair, if you swallowed me too.” A chill clearly ran through Amity. “As gross as it is.” She took a deep breath, before she shook her head. “Willow, you wouldn’t mind company, would you?”

“No, I don’t.”

Luz cautiously lifted Amity up to her face. “are you completely sure? You’re first coming back out when we’re back in Bonesborough.”

Amity nodded. “I’m sure.” She moved her legs towards Luz’s mouth. “Besides, if I don’t let you do it, then Willow would be alone in there the entire time… I think this is better.” She gulped anxiously. “I can’t believe I’m about to let myself get eaten…” She mumbled.

“I promise nothing’s going to happen to you,” said Luz with a kind smile. “You two both mean so much to me.” So much was true. Willow was her best female friend and Amity… There was just something about the little witch that caught her. “But I can understand that you think this is gross.” Luz smiled nervously. “I would never had thought that I could think of this as anything other than totally disgusting.”

Amity rolled her eyes. “You’re such an idiot, Luz.” But Luz could see the small smile on Amity’s lips. “Just get this over with.”

Luz carefully opened her mouth. Amity wouldn’t fight against her, but the feeling of Willow that punched and kicking around herself in a startled panic still scratched in her throat.

Luz gently lifted Amity into her mouth.

She started slowly with her legs, before she thought about how Amity would slide down the easiest. Maybe it was better if she was lying on her stomach. Luz opened her mouth again. “I’m just turning you, so you’re lying on your stomach,” explained Luz when she saw Amity’s confused expression.

She pushed Amity’s legs into her mouth as gently as she could. She could feel Amity jolt, when her tongue pulled her farther in.

When Amity was completely in Luz’s mouth, she could taste her perfume, that burnt lightly on her tongue. She felt a bit embarrassed, when she needed to pull Amity out of her mouth again. “Sorry I keep doing this, but your perfume isn’t poisonous, is it?”

Amity writhed around to glare at her angrily at her friend, before she shook her head irritably. “No, Luz, it’s not poisonous.” She kicked out after Luz’s lips, but she missed. “Just get it over with!”

Luz was still careful, but she tried to hurry up a little more. She quickly got Amity completely inside her mouth, and began to try and soak through her clothes with her drool.

It was strange not to feel her fight against her, but it was alright with Luz. It made everything a bit easier.

She pushed her legs all the way back in her mouth. It wouldn’t be hard to swallow her. Just a single gulp would probably send her pretty far down.

She turned her head up to the sky, before she swallowed the low part of Amity. She had no trouble with quickly swallowing down the rest of her. It only took to fast gulps, and then Amity was already on her way down through her esophagus.

She swallowed a couple more times just to get Amity faster down. Finally Amity could be safe… Luz breathed out a sigh of relief. Now nothing could reach her friends…

There sounded a startled shout from her stomach after a few seconds. “Sorry, Willow!” yelled Amity, while Luz could feel them trying to find room in her stomach. “I didn’t know there would be so little room in here!”

Luz couldn’t stop herself from smiling at her. Her friends were amazing… She loved both the two so much.

“Amity, you doofus, of course there wouldn’t be a lot of room in here.” Willow talked loudly, but she was clearly just teasing. “Now move over a bit, so I can cast a new light spell.”

Luz giggled at them. “You two are so cute!” She let a lovestruck sigh slip out. “I love both of you so much…”

Willow laughed, while Amity froze completely silent. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Luz? Tell me did you didn’t get a crush on us, did you?”

Luz felt her heart skip a beat. “uh…” Did she have a crush on her friends? Oh no… She did. She laughed nervously. “No, no, of course not! I meant as friend! You two are really good friends!”

Luz could hear the sarcasm in Willow’s voice. “I so believe in that.” There was a quiet moment, before Willow continued. “But, Luz, I’m not really into anybody in that way… Boy, girl or anything in between, nobody at all.”

Luz felt a pang of pain in her heart. “That’s… That’s okay…” Her eyes went wide, when she realized what Willow had just said. “Wait, Willow, you’re asexual? That’s so cool!” She wasn’t heterosexual, just like Luz wasn’t! “Wow, nobody has ever come out to me before! Just think, you have two dads AND you’re ace! Are you also aromantic? Or are you only aro? Sorry, this is just so exciting! Have I ever told you that I’m bisexual?”

Willow chuckled. “No, you haven’t, and I’m both, but I think Amity has something she wants to say.”

Amity fell as soon as Willow said that. “I have a crush on you.”

Luz blushed, “you do?” That seemed a bit sudden for her to confess.

Amity sat back up again. “Yes, I… I can’t almost think of anything or anything other than you.”

Luz smiled. “Well then, would you say yes to a date tomorrow?”

“Yes! Absolutely yes!” A joyful screech sounded from her stomach. “I have a date with Luz…” Amity exclaimed slowly, yet just as excitedly. She squealed again, before she continued. “Where at? In the town? No, there will be too many people… In the forest?” She grumbled. “No, that’s probably not the best idea with Birdie out there on the loose… What do you think, Luz?”

Luz obviously wasn’t much of a local. “Where you think is best! I would say the Owl House for the privacy, but Eda is home…” It became dead quiet after she finished speaking. A few seconds passed, before Luz’s face flared up in a dark red blush. “No! Not in that way privacy! I just meant so we could talk without being interrupt, and Eda wouldn’t pry. Not… you know.”

Amity sighed with relief. “Okay… That’s good.”

Luz stared down into the ground, her face still burning in embarrassment. “Yep… Well, I should probably get you two home.”

“Yeah.” It sounded quickly from Amity.

“That would be nice…” mumbled Willow.

***

That was it! It was a fun project to translate, but not my proudest work... Also this is the creature that Amity called Birdie (Piphans in the original) I designed him, but there’s no reason he’s in here.. I just decided to keep him in... Anyways it’s my man here:

His head and neck is based on Hooty, obviously.

Fun fact: he was the creature I initially wanted to use for... Hold on, I don’t remember the title... Going Through Lots of Denial! There we are! Though... that was only because my friend liked him more... I personally always wanted to use a groundbound creature... I didn’t want the bird to fly off with Amity. (also part of the reason I didn’t actually used him in here. The second is that he would have crushed her. Look at those meaty murder feet)

This was all the creatures I made for it:

Anyways, that was all and it’s pretty unrelated.

Thanks for reading, don’t fall for any pranks, and have an amazing day! <3