#avian pred

[naughtyservant]

H is for R/awk H/awk (P/aper M/ario)! Yeah, last names also counts :P

It was a very fun character to draw! This would count as the first furry of the challenge~ I've been experimenting with anatomy, so I hope you enjoy these test ^^

There is also a non-vore version in my Twitter in the case you want to take a look ;3

Drop all your ideas for I!

Uncensor version on my A/ryion and T/witter as always

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#Naughty Servant #N/SFW #M/M #M/? #Gay Vore #Gay #Male Pred #Male Vore #Furry Vore #Furry Pred #Willing Pred #C-ock Vore #Same Size #Fanart #Digital Art #R/awk H/awk #P/aper M/ario #Avian Pred

[maw-and-pawp]

A little tease to tide us over until the next part~

Alma wriggles against the hot, wet walls of Robin's throat. Her arms are plastered to her sides. Already she's halfway down their gullet, wet squelching sounds echoing around her as Robin slows down.

She's come to regret agreeing to this. At least, the part where she stripped down for them. She feels every wet pass of their tongue on her belly, inching lower and lower after every small glrk. Her fur becoming matted against her skin. A strange little knot forms in her stomach at the sensation, her mind going fuzzy around the edges. It's torture.

She squeaks when their tongue swipes exploratorily over her clit. She doesn't know if she wants to close her legs tight or spread them, wanting to soak up every sensation. She ends up waving her legs wildly in her confusion, whimpering pathetically where her head is stuck hanging over the opening into her private abyss. They pause for a moment. Tap a rhythm into the flesh of her right thigh. Are you ok?

She manages the wherewithal to tap the closed tip of her tail against their face gently. I'm fine, don't stop.

And they don't. Robin doubles their efforts against her poor captive cunt. She writhes and moans as their slick tongue delves into her slit when she shifts just a bit deeper, as if wanting to devour her in a metaphorical sense as well. Her squirming lets her free one arm from the thick prison holding her still - she braces that arm down into the waiting gut to cushion her descent. They curl their tongue just right against the top, and she sees stars.

Abruptly, they stop. She hears more than feels them swallow the rest of her in one thick, powerful swallow. She quickly tucks her head in a forward curl with practiced ease as the rest of her tumbles down.

She shakily settles herself upright, resisting the urge to bite them for denying her. She asked to be denied if anything were to happen while they both were enjoying the meal. She pouts in the dark of her new home.

Resting her hand against the walls of Robin's stomach, she can't help but notice how strange it feels between her fingers. It's soft and cool and nearly fluffy. Wet, of course, but fluffy. Unlike anything she's seen before.

The walls clench around her suddenly. A loud, ominous 🫧gURgle🫧 sounds around her as the organ gets to work. Her breath catches in her throat. The walls come alive with teal light. It illuminates the cavern she's trapped in - the entire chamber is like a nest of soft, glowing, predatory moss. A clear liquid starts dripping in and pooling steadily from the bottom. It fizzles like soda, lukewarm and numbing where it soaks through her fur. It even begins to froth gently like the seafoam she's always wanted to play in. She shivers, heart pounding in her chest, as it sinks in that there will be no escape for her tonight.

"That wasn't too much, was it?"

#nsf/w vore #v0re #implied digestion #digestion #willing prey #willing pred #nblw vore #fairy prey #bunny prey #fairy pred #avian pred #robin bvf #alma florimell bvf #beneath veiled faces #org@sm denial #nonbinary pred #female prey #this isn't canon anymore so think of this as an alternate universe if you want

[squirmifyoulike]

(Credit to this post for this idea!)

During Thanksgiving week, many avian species find themselves being extra careful. Most ordinary families will just buy themselves a frozen turkey from the store to prepare themselves... But many preds like to go out and catch their own thanksgiving turkey.

Even if it's not a turkey at all, and is in fact a griffon.

Many griffons go about their business ordinarily. Who would mess with a griffon, right? They're strong, can fly, have sharp talons and a sharp beak... Nothing would mess with them.

...Except they totally would. One unfortunate griffon learned this the hard way on Thanksgiving evening as he was headed home, stomach slightly bulging out and squirming from his own meal. Out of the blue, a pair of strong, large hands grab him tightly, with one wrapping around his beak and the other wrapped around his neck. Before the griffon knows it, he's knocked unconscious and is left at the mercy of his attacker.

When he wakes up, he's confused. Groggy. He looks around slowly, and then realizes in embarrassment that he's been tied up and bound... Like a thanksgiving turkey. His stomach is on full display, and he's been placed on a platter on a table. When he lifts his head up, he can see his attacker clearly; a dragon, nearly twice his size. The dragon is holding a large bowl of stuffing, and it's eyeing the griffon with a malevolent grin.

"Finally awake, I see," The dragon rumbles. "Good. We can move things along, then."

The griffon opens his mouth to protest, but before he can get any words out, he's met with a large spoonful of stuffing. He's forced to swallow it down. As he does, he finds himself pleased with the taste; it's slightly sweet and salty, and it's been seasoned to perfection. Perhaps a little more wouldn't hurt... And then he can escape.

"There you go," The dragon coos as the griffon readily opens his mouth for the next spoonful. "Good boy. You'll make a fine thanksgiving dinner~"

Spoonful after spoonful is shoveled into the griffon's mouth, even as his stomach begins to ache and groan in protest. After a while, he finds himself panting, and as he's met with another spoonful of stuffing, he turns his head away and lets out a whimper.

"You're not done yet." The dragon growls, grabbing the griffon's beak. "You still have the rest of the bowl to get through."

The dragon forces the griffon's head forward, and again, he's met with spoonful after spoonful of stuffing. The griffin keeps swallowing, and finally, when he thinks his middle is about to pop, the dragon finally relents.

"There. You got through the whole bowl, see? That wasn't so bad, now, was it?"

The griffon can barely respond. His stomach is extremely overstuffed, letting out high-pitched, strained gurgles. The dragon chuckles in amusement, and then, they go around to the griffon's head. The griffon wants to struggle, but they can barely move, thanks to the food that was forced on them unceremoniously.

"Hold still... It will all be over soon."

Seconds after hearing that, the griffon is met with the wide, gaping maw of the dragon. It closes over the griffon's head, causing the griffon to stiffen up and wince. The dragon lets out a low, satisfied rumble... And then, they begin ravenously gulping the griffon down. The griffon barely has any time to react; all she can do is stay tensed up and whine as the dragon's throat squeezes and crushes his belly. Within seconds, though, the griffon is fully sealed away. The dragon's gut is cramped and tight, and almost immediately, it's active, churning around the griffon and kneading into them. The griffon begins squirming a little, but they're still tied up and overstuffed, so they can barely move.

Outside, the dragon lets out a satisfied belch and rubs their swollen gut. They'd been waiting for this moment all day, waiting for the perfect creature to stumble by... And as soon as they saw the griffon, they knew immediately not to let this opportunity pass them by. As their gut lets out a low gurgle, the dragon can't help but to chuckle.

"Happy Thanksgiving," They utter. The griffon, of course, won't be around to see any future thanksgivings... but the dragon certainly will be. As they sit, rubbing their swollen belly, they begin wondering what they'll have tucked away in their belly next, after their current meal is done.

#fatal vore #tw vore #vore tw #v.ore #digestion #unwilling prey #soft vore #tw fatal vore #implied digestion #griffon prey #dragon pred #stuffing #foodplay #maybe??? idk #slight dom/sub undertones too

[teal-fiend]

in a world where like demi-humans exist. there's a pred who has specific tastes around the traits that they like their prey to have.

wings, specifically. they will only eat winged prey. feathered, preferably, but webbed is fine too. they don't like insectoid wings, because it reminds them of bugs.

the pred's friends have picked up on this. so whenever they meet someone who might be on the pred's menu, they try to keep a distance, or at least, they make sure not to let the friend groups intersect.

(some friends might have them meet up on purpose, but that's a different story)

sometimes people fuck up though, it happens. Spending time with their pred friend, unaware of what's to come, their new avian friend shows up, unannounced.

a trained observer would notice a hungry or excited glint in the pred's eye when they first see this new friend.

The pred is exceedingly friendly and attentive, "I don't think we've met before" they shake the newcomer's hand. A beaming, sinless smile.

the mutual friend knows what's going to happen. if not today, then in a week's time, or maybe longer, but it's inevitable, and there's nothing they can do to save their new friend. once the pred has spotted their prey, no one will get in their way.

if someone tries, the pred will always outsmart them, taking whatever slippery, sneaky route possible to catch their prey. Unfortunately, the pred welcomes a challenge

alas, no matter what happens in between, the pred makes certain they will end the story with a full belly, picking feather's from between their teeth.

#digestion #fatal vore #v/ore #tw vore #vore fic #vore digestion #implied digestion #soft vore #v.ore #vore writing #voreblr #observer pov #unwilling prey #willing pred #digestion;

[penname-artist]

So I know that "avian" universes have been created by a few Planes folk, or at least just by buddies @c-119 and @ask-dusty-boy (that I'm aware of currently) but I'm quietly toying with a similar idea of my own, just on the...Opposite side of the scale?

By which I mean, goddamn tiny bird people.

So this is where I wanna dump all of that plated spaghetti of unsorted ideas. I have lost my writing muses so pardon the mess.

I know for normal-sized people to have bird wings, generally the rule of thumb is that you make them bigger, and their wings much bigger, to reach accuracies and such for how they'd get into the air. And also power. Big powerful bird person cool.

For me, creating my own little side-dish sandbox of "human Planes characters but with bird wings so I can play birds too because fuck you still you one human person from an unspecified number of years ago who wouldn't let me play with them" means going the other way. Making them TEENY. fairy sized. Dollhouse scaled. Itty-bitty please do not step on them little bird babies.

This might also be so I can save a bunch of DIY dollhouse items to my Pinterest and melt over them with an excuse that I'm "conducting research" for such a world.

Anyways.

Somewhere I already said and or drew or did something where I was like "Blade. Hummingbird boy. Nuff said." But like LEGIT, I bring this up again. He would have a hummingbirds wings and have similar qualities. Probably would struggle with discerning reflective surfaces in bright sunlight so he's probably hit his head more than once on stuff.

Baby go boom, pass out on ground for while til someone hands him an appy juice (natural sugar is very helpful for replenishing an exhausted hummingbird's energy)

Dusty is probably one of those small wild birds you hear in the morning. Maybe like a robin or something. Loud in the morning, chirpy, big on vocalization and tree branch hopping

...Nick's probably a chickadee. The colors tho. The little round ass fucking body, that thing is so B O R B. He is small round borb. A mess of feathers.

I also won't take literal fairies off the table here because that would be an interesting combination. Or butterflies! Or moths! Or literally any other type of small creature capable of flight. And the likes, for the non-fliers as well

*cough* spider Maru *cough*

Fuck now I want to ironically make Cabbie into some kind of tiny bat thing

The SJ can be his bugs- I mean um beetle styled people

GUYS, NOBODY SLEEP ON KEEPING TINY BIRD PEOPLE IN A DOLLHOUSE AT HOME THO.

I imagine there's a terrible pet industry for them if that's the case, but my point still stands that if you take good care of them you should get to have them around as trusty companions! Maybe less like a pet hamster and more like a befriended hive of bees

They have predators. Likely just any animal that would eat what they would be animal-wise. But like not each other. That'd be weird. Also if that was the case Cabbie would be down like, five Smokejumpers. So no it's just the big pred animals going after them not them after themselves

Cats are NOTORIOUS for getting to them. I fully believe Rip would have set one on Dusty in their final race, on purpose.

They probably aren't like, just woodland fairy like creatures anymore, like the stories would have you believe. I think they'd all be integrated somewhat with the modern world and have a lot of evolution themselves, so they basically have scaled down versions of everything normal humans have, even down to styled choices of clothing...well, minus the added wings

They probably don't lay eggs

They do molt though when stressed

I have to imagine there's SOME sort of process to the insect ones on shedding skins?? That's kinda gross but like? It's nature??

*cough* spider Maru *cough*

Catching them is probably illegal, especially inhumanely (ie in ways that injure or risk injury to them, like using bug nets, zappers, etc) and accidental capture (like from mouse traps let's say) may be fineable

(okay but someone stuck on a sticky mouse trap is kind of funny to me. They have such an angry grin and the occasional 'flflflflfl!' of wings)

That's it that's my post byeee

#disney planes #disneyplanes #planes fire and rescue #disney planes 2 #blade ranger #dusty crophopper #cabbie #windlifter #nick lopez

[thealmightyemprex]

Gonna do something diffrent.Im gonna design a pred known as the Huntress.....And I am gonna use your help

@ariel-seagull-wings @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @themousefromfantasyland @piterelizabethdevries

#vore oc

[brick-a-doodle-do]

karlnapity noms, you want a weirdly specific oneshot idea, you’ll get it:

Sapnap’s a pred, Quackity’s a tiny avian or something, and Karl is just a human.

Sapnap noms Quackity a lot, but Karl can’t nom him and is starting to get a bit jealous of the time the two of them spend together without him.

Sapnap and Q feel really bad about this, so they come up with a plan to help Karl feel more included!

Whether this is, like, Karl shrinking and getting nommed with Quackity, or Karl somehow safely nomming Q for the first time, or something else entirely, is up to you! I’m just a sucker for karlnapity noms lol

mmm hello! this is four months old but let's just move past that! :D

i guess i probably should've included quackity just a tiny bit more and treated him less as a side-character with early-days personality,, BUT STILL!

we will abide

words: 2789

cw: vore (sfw, nsx), brief jealousy (but i wouldn't count that as a cw tbh,,,)

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Karl watched. He laid across the couch with his arms folded under him, holding his head up on the couch arm. He studies how his soon-to-be-husbands embrace their drastic size difference. It’s adorable, Karl admits, though he can’t stop jealousy from flaring in his gut. He frowns at how gentle Sapnap is with Quackity, and how Quackity leaned into Sapnap’s limbs that fit him nearly perfectly. Karl fell between the two’s sizes, and sometimes it felt like he was too large or too small. Karl was of course grateful for how Sapnap did try and satisfy Karl by attempting the same things he tried with Quackity, though more often than not it would end up uncomfortable for the both of them. 

It had been passable for a while, until Sapnap had grown instincts. Quackity was small enough to be stored, and Karl was decidedly not.

Karl, after seeing Sapnap’s, had also developed instincts. Not so much over Sapnap, instead for Quackity. But, with Quackity up to his shin, it didn’t really work out the same way. And plus, a human like him didn’t have the interior to suit a tiny.

They still loved Karl in other ways, but it was deflating to see them have such a natural relationship with each other and not have to overthink it all.

“Karl,” Sapnap said, eyes on him. Karl looked up with half-lidded eyes and yawned. Quackity was curled up in the crease of Sapnap’s neck, sound asleep. Karl’s eyes softened at the sight, and his gut churned and protested.

“Hm?” Karl hummed, shuffling so he was sitting up. Tire lulled at him, but jealousy was prominent. 

“Are you okay?” Sapnap adds swiftly. The mini-giant shuffles up, his head kept at an awkward angle to avoid disturbing the sleeping avian. Karl’s heart flutters and he grips the crack between the couch cushions.

“Yeah, I think.” 

Sapnap carefully stood up and walked around the coffee table to sit down on the mini-giant accessible side of the couch. His struggle to keep Quackity secure lightened Karl’s mood slightly, though his slowly-growing grin fell as he heard Quackity faintly groan into Sapnap’s skin and tighten the ball he curled himself into. Sapnap props his arm on the higher couch cushions that were specifically for Karl’s human size and Karl strides there, only losing his balance a few times to the unstable surface. “I guess you don’t look well,” Sapnap remarks. Karl shrugs and tugs on the maroon sleeve of Sapnap’s hoodie before using it to ascend to his shoulder, where Quackity is.

“I was just–woah–you guys were being romantic,” Karl says, steadying himself. Sapnap stays still and watches Karl from the corner of his eye, just in case.

“You’re saying you’re jealous?” Sapnap asks, and Karl shrugs.

“Yeah.” Karl stops moving and looks at Sapnap, who in return has turned his head and is looking at the soft brunet with gentle eyes. Karl nearly lets go at the sight. “I’m telling you though, I’m fine.”

Sapnap’s hand appears behind him and forcefully pushes him the rest of the way to his shoulder. Karl gets situated, then gently slides Quackity—who looks positively awake and asleep at the same time—onto his lap. His wings flutter slightly and Karl stays wary of them while he leans into Quackity’s body and Sapnap’s neck at the same time. His legs fall over each side of Sapnap and he closes his eyes. Something about this is okay, but Karl knows that this would never compete with storing Quackity. 

—

The following morning, Karl can’t recall falling asleep. But, he wakes up in Sapnap’s bed, cradled against the mini-giant’s chest. He can’t feel Quackity in his arms anywhere. He’s been stored, his mind urges towards him painfully. He shivers at the thought. There is jealousy boiling inside of him and soon it will overflow.

The doorbell rings.

Karl’s attention turns to the cat flap they’d installed for Karl and Quackity to have easy access into the raven’s bedroom. He moves, limbs skidding against the sleek bed sheets. He wriggles from underneath Sapnap’s arm and finds his footing at the edge of the bed, staring down at the wooden floor. He sits on the edge and slides off, landing roughly on the ground. His socked feet slid along the floor but he didn’t fall, just kept his balance nicely and started across the bedroom. 

Karl looked over his shoulder at Sapnap, who’s chest rose and fell rhythmically, and he narrowed in on Quackity. The hybrid was draped across Sapnap’s head and his wings were neatly folded. He smiled sadly and turned back around, ducking under the flap that was just an inch too short for him. The clear material rose above him and fell as he left the room and entered the body of the house.

The air is cooler than the bedroom, but Karl is guessing that it's really because of the absence of the mini-giant. He always emitted heat, it was a given with his size and his fire-born origin. Karl shivers and draws his fingers along his opposing arms. Maybe it's not just because of the cold that he's hugging himself. The only thing on his mind is Quackity, looking so tiny against Sapnap’s so large body. They’re perfect. 

He reached the front door and the melodramatic ideas of being excluded silenced. He pushed through the cat flap in the door and stepped onto the rough welcome mat that pierced through his socks. He winced and kept his footsteps soft and quick. He held eyes on a small package that rested half-on-half-off the mat. He curled his fingers around it and peered over the top curiously, hoisting himself awkwardly over the top of the cardboard. He steadied and walked, crouching by the white tag settled in the middle.

Karl Jacobs, he sees above the shipping information. 

The door makes a noise and Karl looks up as it opens. Sapnap is looking down with tired eyes with underlying excitement, but it's nothing new, Sapnap always looks like that. 

Quackity is perched on the raven’s shoulder like a bird. He can’t exactly fly well with his wings, but he definitely acts like he can. Karl finds it adorable and a little pathetic. “What is this?” Karl asks immediately. 

Quackity looks to Sapnap, who looks to the avian with a small nod, then Quackity urges, “Open it!” 

Yellow wings obscure his vision for a moment as Quackity finds his way beside him. Sapnap kneels and places both his hands on either side of the box and lifts it. He maneuvers the door with his foot and shuts it when he’s inside. “I was thinking about last night—well, actually, I guess we both had the idea that you were jealous,” Sapnap starts and sets the package down on the counter. With his now-free hands, the raven searches drawers for a pair of scissors. Karl looks at Quackity, who’s staring up at Sapnap. 

“I told you not to worry about it!” the brunet frets. 

“I don't care,” Sapnap hums. Karl stands out of the way as Sapnap pulls a pair—a mini-giant pair—of scissors out of a drawer and draws it to the tape sealing the box. He slices it with a satisfying noise, and Karl’s heart thumps. It’s warmed by thoughts of them caring enough about his own terrible, warped, jumble of emotions, and he can honestly say that whatever is in the box he will adore. Sapnap gets the other sides loose, and Karl moves around the top of the box to avoid getting cut. The mini-giant steps back and lets Karl unravel his gift, but the brunet can feel the fire-born’s scarlet eyes plastered on him, and he can feel a set of smaller, dark maroon eyes on him too. He situates himself and pushes open a flap on the box. He slips inside after Sapnap cuts in to hold it open for him. 

He messes with the mounds of bubble wrap and then focuses on the thing placed in the middle of the box. It’s small, he’s not sure why it came in a package like that. It was human-sized, definitely. He squints at it and scrambles for a better look at what it is. It’s a small glass bottle, with the words DRINK ME wrapping the frontmost of it. Karl stares blankly at it and breaks into a grin, giggling at it. Quackity clambers into the box and falls onto the wrap with a yelp. Karl doesn’t notice it, really. He’s wondering if the bottle does what his mind tells him it does. Quackity reappears, standing upright. 

There are tears picking at the fold in his eyes.

“Sapnap,” he begins, looking up with garbled eyes.

“Yeah?” Sapnap says, slightly smirking and leaning over the two of them.

“Is this what I’m thinking it is?” Karl asks coolly. 

“It is, man! I bought it, and—” Quackity cuts in, and is promptly cut off.

“Shut up, Quackity,” Sapnap hisses. Karl laughs and chokes on tears. The avian appears behind him and wraps his arms around his leg, squeezing like he does to Sapnap’s finger. Sapnap dips his hand into the box and pulls the two up carefully, Quackity making the effort infinitely harder.

“Can I actually shrink with it?” Karl asks finally, the weighing question delivered to the right person. Sapnap nods,

“We wouldn’t buy that for you as a joke, Karl. Actually, we totally would. But this is real, one-hundred percent-ly genuine.”

—

The rest of the day carried on. Something in Karl lightened a bit. Sapnap said there was no deadline for using it and theoretically he could keep it for the most special occasion he could think of, and he’d agreed in the moment. But now, the three of them are curled up on the couch, with Karl in Sapnap’s lap and Quackity in Karl’s hair, and he can’t stop eyeing the kitchen. DRINK ME replays in his mind tenfold, taunting him before he’s fed up with the compelling urge and fesses up.

“Hey,” he says, catching Sapnap’s attention. He looks up at the man just so, and continues, “I’m just gonna say this, I think we should do it now.” 

Quackity gasps in a breath of air like he’s been half-asleep. 

“Okay, sure,” Sapnap says easily. Karl shifts up and finds a seat on the human-designed portion of the couch again. Quackity drifts down tiredly and sits beside Karl, still looking like he has a foot out in dreamland. 

Sapnap leaves, then returns with his hand outstretched. Karl holds his hands out and the fire-born rolls the vial carefully into his ready hands. Quackity’s eyes widen, and Karl’s heart twists in a way he can’t pinpoint. He unscrews the lid off of the bottle and draws it to his lips. His hands shake for a moment, his eyes hazy with uncertainty, but it’s a good kind. Karl takes a sip, and one more for good measure.

—

Karl can’t have been out for long, because everyone is exactly where they were before he’d taken a sip of the shrinkage potion. His surroundings have shifted drastically, and for the first time in a long while, Karl can comfortably say that it feels familiar. He looks to his left as he stirs, and Quackity is nearing the same height as him. Karl notices immediately that he seems just a bit taller than him right now. Perspective might be playing with him, but he really hopes he’s right. On his left, Karl sees through slightly-blurred vision—product of side-effects—Sapnap. He seems feet taller than when they’d last spoken. His heart warms, it feels like summer even when the flowers are still recovering from the cold season. He shuffles up when the room stops spinning. He can see Sapnap mouth “hello” to him, and Karl returns it with a soft “hi”. 

Sapnap stares at him. “Can I touch you yet?” he asks. Karl nods eagerly, and in a smooth blink, he’s being pried from the couch, which now felt just as the mini-giant side often did, and pushed into Sapnap’s hands. He feels warmth he’s never felt before and sinks into skin he’d never been able to sit in. It’s a parallel of moments he’s seen with Quackity, and finally his mind isn’t waxed in jealousy. 

As he stares at the now-giant, there is one thing on Karl’s mind, but he’s too anxious to ask. 

But, being a tiny among a tiny must come with some intergalactic telekinetic ability, because Quackity is making a noise like he’s come up with a bright idea. Quackity’s small body, but now pleasantly equal in size to him, is struggling up the side of Sapnap’s hand after using what little wing strength he has. “Dude, you should store him! And me too, man!” Quackity bursts. Something in Sapnap’s eyes shifts, and he’s looking down at Karl. Karl returns the awkward gaze, but really he does want to feel what it’s like to be swallowed and stored, he’s craved it for months now.

The brunet gives the raven a look that lets him know that what their boyfriend is suggesting is not out of his comfort zone and the reality is that he’d prefer that be his use of this opportunity, and that the “special occasion” has just presented itself to them.

“Okay,” he says, still unsure. Karl grins, and so does the pushy avian. Sapnap nods to himself, then brings the hand housing the two closer to his mouth. Karl is entranced by how close Sapnap’s face is and how much detail he can detect. He’s washed with a warm gush of air, calming him in a way he didn’t know was possible. He’s felt relaxed breaths on the top of his head or his cheek before, but this coated his entire body.

Soon after, Sapnap’s lips and teeth part and Karl’s heart is racing, and he can’t help the smile creeping on his face and the eager-ness of his body. “Is this okay?” Sapnap asks, and Karl gives an instant reply. He pushes himself past Sapnap’s incisors and past his sharp, predatory teeth that don’t startle him in the slightest. 

Quackity slides in too, just as quickly as he had. Impulsively, Karl is thinking in the future and is wondering what will happen when he is no longer tiny and is out of the remaining potion. Maybe he’ll grow jealousy that’s too strong to contain, but Quackity squeezing at his hand keeps his conscious in the frontmost of his brain and he doesn’t think too hard on the future, but instead embraces the dark, moist, humid, pleasant present. Sapnap’s tongue moves now that his mouth is shut. His heart flutters and his mind is satisfied. 

The giant coats them gently—mainly to avoid harming Quackity’s wings and to not startle new-comer Karl—in a layer of saliva. The distasteful feeling doesn’t bother him in the slightest, he’s covered in Sapnap and he can fairly say that it’s better than anything his mind had ever tried to replicate. 

And then gravity shifts and the two of them are brought to the back of Sapnap’s mouth and to the opening of his throat. Even in the dark, Karl can tell that Quackity wants to go down first, most likely because in reality, he’s just as eager for this as Karl is. But the avian squeezes his hand before he lets go, just in time for Sapnap to swallow. His heart pings and his stomach goes nearly to his heart at the quick fall, but it’s slowed as he’s pulled down the gullet. Time slows down. He can hear Sapnap’s entire body and it calms him so much that the pulsing walls around him that quickly pull him down into Sapnap’s storage feel just as okay. The fire-borns' organs churn, and he can hear the fast heartbeat that is so loud but so appealing that it nearly puts him to sleep. But he’s pushed into the small, but comfortably spacious storage before he can get too settled. It’s nice, it’s so relieving to finally find out what happens and why both Quackity and Sapnap enjoy it so much.

He can feel a wall of the storage push in and he settles against it contently, not even bothering to wait for Quackity. It’s him and Sapnap right now, and right now there’s something in his mind that isn’t telling him it’ll go away, but telling him that he should enjoy it.

And he will, because Sapnap checking on him every now and again and having yellow wings that feel phantom because of the void he and his boyfriend are in wrap around his body as they both enjoy something that Quackity openly admits felt lonely without Karl is something that the future couldn’t destroy.

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#mw #brickfic #cw vore #cw vore description #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #g/t #gt #giant/tiny #tiny!karl #t!karl #tiny!quackity #t!quackity #giant!sapnap #g!sapnap #!!!!!! this is finally done :D #so what if i replayed the timer a few times? it's FINISHED and LONG and it's PASSABLE so it's okay in my book! :] #the amount i used the dsmp dialogue thing is INSANE i was relying on that so hard this fic #i am so happy with branching out into other ccs but bc i don't watch them that often (with an exception for quackity i nom his content) #they're just a tinyyyy bit unfamiliar </3 #ANYWAYS ENJOY!

[hemipenal-system]

From that ask game you reblogged the other day, if you're still up for it!

Inside: What’s your ideal stomach environment to stay in?

Soft: Do you like soft vore? If so why? If not why?

Hunt: Do you/have you ever stalked prey until the perfect time to strike?

@breakingthediaphragm

inside: i have heat intolerance, so definitely something about more room temperature. also damp. i love the damp. the tighter the better, too. that’s why i love avian preds - the crop (not technically a stomach but whatever) can just squeeze around you like a blanket, forming to your skin completely and rendering you into a slight bulge at the base of their neck they can show off as they tell the story of catching you

soft: oh i LOVE soft vore. hard is fun too but there’s something so intimate about it that i just adore. it’s the closest you can be to someone, and knowing they trust and cherish you enough to physically take you into them 😍

hunt: no but this is one of my fave fantasies, both as pred and prey

#v0re blog #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #vore thoughts #vorny

[quotemenevervore]

: )

Content warnings: soft, safe, g/t and bigger prey vore.

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Sapnap began to get curious.

Naturally, he would. As far as he’d been aware, Dream’s been a human. Though with the kind of behavior and such that he’s displayed, both to him alone and in manhunts or hanging out with George, led him to begin to believe otherwise. Which is fair, he thinks, because he’d always thought Karl had been human too and it turned out that he wasn’t. So since he started writing stuff down in a book and quill for his shapeshifting fiancé, he decided to make one for his admin friend as well. So far, the bullet points were pretty bare.

1: Dream has told him several times that he feels cold, and seems to have developed that since the first time he was stored?

2: Dream also had no issue at all with being stored, which normally wouldn’t count as a point but the admin also let himself be stored by other preds, and not just him. Almost like it wasn’t just a friend to friend activity, but an instinct of his own.

3: Like the previous point, normally he wouldn’t consider it a point, but it seemed kinda weird that in almost every manhunt they did he somehow got dolphins to speed him up. It was strange to him, because it was like they specifically targeted his friend.

He hadn’t seen any traits that the other had to indicate that he wasn’t human, but some things just didn’t seem to add up. He tried thinking of any kind of hybrid that wouldn’t show visible traits, but his brain just kept blanking. It was during one of those sessions that he finally caved and asked his fiancés for any ideas. “I honestly think he’s just weird.” Quackity retorted, sticking his fork into his mouth. They’d made an easy meal that night, chicken and rice and salad. “I mean, the stuff you have written down could be traits to a nonhuman nature, but I seriously doubt he’s not a human. You’ve known him for how long? He would have shown other traits by now.” “You didn’t show nesting instincts until I stored you.” He pointed out, the avian looking aside so that he and Karl couldn’t see the pink painting his face at the call out. “I mean, you guys knew me for years, yet neither of you knew I wasn’t human until recently. Maybe it’s just now showing up?”

“I dunno.” Sapnap looked over the three points he had written in the book again, trying to think if he was missing one. “Do you think George may know? No offense, but those two are pretty damn close and he may know things you don’t.” “That’s a fair point. It’s worth a shot.”

When he’d gone to call George, he took the call outside, especially once he heard his taller fiancé start laughing and playfully yelling as the avian attempted to catch him with a splash potion of shrinking. Rolling his eyes at their antics, he pulled up his friend’s contact and pressed the call button. “What’s going on?” He only took two rings to answer, which was better than what he’d been expecting of the notorious sleeper. “You with Dream right now?” “No, why?” “I’m just curious about something, dunno if he’d take well to me asking.” “What are you talking about?” “Have you ever noticed Dream show any kind of nonhuman behavior?”

“Besides wanting to be eaten all the time?” “I mean, that’s part of my point. Like, he does get eaten a lot, and even though I know Sam and Quackity are his friends too, it’s just weird that he asks for it so often. Like it’s not a friend to friend thing.” A soft sigh was the first answer he got, then a somewhat thoughtful hum. “So you think he’s some sort of hybrid? One that likes being in warm and dark spaces?” “I was thinking more of like prey instincts, like hiding away from predators. It’d make sense, since that instinct would be the opposite of those of us who do store people.” Before the brunette could respond, he suddenly added, “But you’re right too. It could be instincts to be in warm and dark spaces. Doesn’t Fundy do something like that?” “Fundy’s traits are obvious though. He’s a fox, of course he wants to be somewhere that resembles a burrow.”

“Some kind of cold-blooded animal, then? Maybe one that doesn’t have obvious traits?” “Most cold blooded animals are either fish or reptiles, and both have scales. Unless that’s why he wears long sleeves and pants all the time, since there aren’t any on his face.” “Guess we’ll have to see if he’d let us look. Well, thanks anyway, George.” “No problem. See you tomorrow?” “Of course.” When he got back inside, he immediately went to the book he’d left on the dining room table, writing down some questions for later on. He was just finishing writing the word ‘cold-blooded’ when he felt arms wrapped behind them, those of which were too small to be Karl’s in either form. “Hey Q.” “Hey yourself.” He was about to ask where their other fiancé was, but paused as he felt something move against his back. He turned so he could face the other, stealing a glance to the other’s slightly larger abdomen. “You actually got him?” “Did you doubt me?” Before the avian could continue his mock offense, he gasped, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

“Stop, please.” “Is he bothering you?” “No, he’s just really squirmy. I’m still not used to this form, he’s bigger.” He knew the blackette well enough to know the slightly sharp tone wasn’t due to annoyance, just confusion and even slight worry. Though, that’s not new for Quackity when he stored people. It was endearing, in a way that people who didn’t partake in the activity wouldn’t really get. It’s not as if Karl didn’t know that fact, either. He knew the other wouldn’t purposely bring harm to himself and he’s definitely been in the avian’s crop enough times to know where to avoid. With that in mind, he took one of Quackity’s hands off his stomach and tugged him towards the bedroom so they could all lay down. “Did George help you any?” “Yes and no. I think we both have the same thought, but all he really did was kind of point me in the right direction. I’m just gonna have to confront him myself.”

When he’d finished changing into night clothes, he found the avian already laying down, arms back around his stomach to squish the other and make him stop. “Just let him tire himself out. You know he will.” “I’m already tired. I don’t want to wait for him, I wanna sleep now.” He all but whined back, pouting as the fireborn slipped in beside him.

Once again, he removed the blackette’s arm from his stomach, replacing it with his own as he curled up beside him, resting his head low enough that his senses could pick up the shapeshifter’s giggles. “Karl, won’t you let your poor fiancé go to bed?” “I can. Go ahead and sleep, Sapnap, I’ll let you.” The offended squawk that erupted from the avian was far too funny for either to not laugh. Face a bright red, he sat up, throwing Sapnap’s arm off of him and turning away. “I’m divorcing you. Both of you.” “No you’re not.” Karl immediately replied, settling back down after being suddenly thrown to the side. When all he got in response was a huff, he had a hard time holding his giggles back. “I’ll stop, Q. I’ll let you sleep.” “Oh now you’ll let me, after I divorce you.” “You’re not divorcing us, Quackity. I won’t let you.” Sapnap wrapped his arms around the other again, burying his face in his shoulder. Quackity chose to ignore the fact that his wings would be aching from being tucked in all night, instead relaxing into the heat of his netherborn fiancé and the fullness his other nonhuman fiancé gave him.

“You know we love you, right?” He pressed a kiss against the other’s neck, and Quackity sighed. “Of course I do. I love you both too, even if you infuriate me to no end.” Karl moved to pat at the walls around him, conveying the same idea. “It’s just too fun, Q. Good night, I love you.” “I love you too, Karl. Goodnight. You too, Sapnap.”

They fell asleep relatively quickly, and the fireborn felt content despite the questions still swirling around his head.

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Finding Dream was easy the next morning. Neither had any plans, so they both simply wound up at the same place at the same time and found their way back to the admin’s base. Idle conversation was made, but all Sapnap could think of was the book and quill burning a hole in his inventory. Inevitably, he found himself asking.

“So.. have you ever considered the idea that you’re not human?” “What?” “I mean, me and George have been talking about it, and it would make sense. You’ve got some traits to you that just scream ‘hybrid’ at me, I dunno.” “I mean, I’ve never put much thought into it. I don’t think I am? How about you tell me your ideas and we’ll see.” Sapnap pulled the book from his inventory, more than happy to share. “First thing I have is just the fact that you like being stored. You can’t say it’s not true, because you let at least three if not more hybrids store you.” The blonde didn’t even deny, giving a half shrug. “What else?” “You keep talking about how you’re too cold. I know humans can have problems staying warm but it seems to be a huge problem for you. And it could also tie into the storing thing.” “Well, yea. I’m literally inside someone else’s body, of course it’s warm.” “And every time we do manhunts and you go into the water, you always get a dolphin to help you swim if not more. That’s not a normal thing. It’s like they go for you specifically.” “Okay..?” “So me and George think you’ve gotta be either a water mob hybrid or a cold-blooded animal hybrid.”

“So a lizard or a fish?” “Well-“ “I know for a fact I don’t have scales, Sapnap.” Dream chuckled, faltering slightly when he saw the unamused look he got in return. “I don’t! I don’t have to prove that to you, if I had scales you’d know. I’d have to upkeep them, wouldn’t I?” The fireborn hummed in acknowledgment, scratching any scaled creatures off the list. “Maybe Q was right and you’re just a weird human. I might be looking into this too much.” He sighed, staring at the minimal animals left on the paper. “Unless you think you’re an axolotl.” “What’s the significance of them? Why’re they on the list?” “They swim well since they’re literally a water mob, and I’m pretty sure they get along with dolphins. Wonder who that reminds me of, Mr. Jump in the ocean every manhunt.” Dream snorted. “That can’t be the only reason. What else?” “They hide in small, dark spaces to stay away from predators. They’re cold blooded, so they can’t regulate their own body temperature and require a heat source. Plus, they don’t have scales, more like skin.” As he went down the list of traits he found the small mob to have, he realized that the traits matched up with Dream’s traits almost one for one.

It seemed that Dream was having the same realization, because then he was asking more questions. “Has there ever been a water mob hybrid to not have gills?” “Hybrids, probably. You also have lungs that function like a human’s lungs should, so maybe you did have gills and they just closed up when the body realized they weren’t necessary.” “But don’t axolotls have their gills on their ears? That’s what I’ve heard.” “I think they have two sets. Based on what I read, at least. They don’t chew their food, they don’t have a need to plus they’re also bottom feeders. The second set is kinda necessary for them, but it wouldn’t be for you.” Dream fell quiet after that, taking in the information presented to him. After a short moment of silence, hesitance tainted the admin’s next words. “Is there a way to know for sure?” “I’m sure there’s a way to find out. Wanna go try to find a water mob hybrid?”

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If there were few avian hybrids in the server, there were fewer water mob hybrids. They’d thought that Niki was one, but apparently they’d been wrong (though not too far off, as she told them she would enjoy being one if she had the opportunity). Tommy wound up tagging along after they’d left Niki, despite Dream’s insistence that he didn’t. Eventually, he caved and told the younger man the situation at hand. They should have seen the laughing coming.

“Sorry, I’m just- the big man himself, Dream, an axolotl hybrid? Even Sapnap’s got a cooler hybrid trait.” “What’s wrong with axolotls?” The older blonde became defensive quickly. “I mean, there’s nothing really wrong with them, I just don’t think it fits you.” “Well it fits the traits I apparently have. Ask Pandas, he has a whole book and quill on it.” “I thought he had instincts. We both think he does, now.” “Huh.” Tommy trailed off, thinking for a moment. “Y’know, they said I had instincts too, thought I was an avian hybrid without wings.” “Really?” Sapnap smiled, though confused as to why he was mentioning it. Probably trying to fit in a little more, and the fireborn was happy to indulge the kid. “Yea, Phil was all over it when I was younger. Wilbur wasn’t as overbearing with it, but he also thought I was one. Techno seemed like the only one who believed me when I said I wasn’t a hybrid. Dunno if I am or not still, but at least he didn’t push it like the other two did.”

“Sounds like a pain.” Dream said. “It was. But Phil might actually be able to help if you can’t find a water mob hybrid to help you. He might be able to point you in the right direction to figuring it out.” “That’s… oddly helpful. Thank you, Tommy.” “No problem. And since you two let me walk with you, you didn’t see me from this point onwards.” With a mischievous grin, the young blonde was gone, and the other two could only guess what he was up to, or had been up to before he found them.

With a fond sigh and a shake of their heads, they decided to humor the kid’s idea and head over to the arctic.

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“Tommy said you might stop by.” Wilbur stepped back from the doorframe, allowing the fireborn access to the house which he quickly accepted, practically sprinting to the fireplace. “What was he up to earlier?” “Messed around with Niki’s ingredients. Her and Jack are pissed, and now he’s on his way back out there to help them fix it. Phil!” He turned more into the house to call the eldest, heading to the living room where Sapnap was essentially curled up inside the fireplace, with Techno reading a book on the chair close by. “Techno.” Dream gave a nod, which was returned by the piglin. “Dream. Get any closer to figuring it out?” “Tommy told everyone, didn’t he?” “Just us three. And if he gave you shit for thinking you’re an axolotl hybrid let us know and we’ll gladly put some sense in him.” Wilbur cut in, sitting on the couch close by as footsteps began to descend the stairs.

Philza was holding a few books as he came down, peeking over them to see where everyone was standing before maneuvering around the blonde still standing and dropping the books down beside the brunette on the couch. “Right, so I had to do a bit of digging in the library to find anything on water mob hybrids. They’re surprisingly rare, especially in this SMP. You may be the only one, Dream.” “How do we find out for sure?” “Well, there’s no real way to know for sure. It was easy with me and Wilbur because we have wings. It’s easy for the netherborns because they were born in the nether. But I don’t really know much about you, and unless you know your past, we may just have to assume.” “Sally didn’t show many signs of being a water mob hybrid, though she was more of a shifter than a hybrid. Dunno if that really helps.”

“Me and Sapnap are pretty sure about this. He wrote down a whole list of traits he says I have, and a lot of animals that could be related to it. But most of those animals have hybrids who have scales, and I know for a fact I don’t. The axolotl was literally the last one on his list, I think. It’s either that or I’m just a weird human.” “Those won’t be the only traits you’ll see if you two are correct, which is why I brought these down.” He handed Dream the first book from his pile, a book dedicated entirely to axolotls. “That’ll just help you when it comes to traits specific to that animal. This is the one Wilbur used when Sally was still around,” he handed the blonde a book that was about nothing but water mob hybrids. “Speaking of, Sapnap. How’s the avian book helping with Quackity?” “It’s helped a lot. A mix of that and Wilbur stopping by every now and then to tell me and Karl what we’re doing wrong.” “I only do it because Quackity won’t do it himself. Like the preening thing, if his wings become a wreck again like they were before I swear I’ll throttle him.” “It is nice to hear that you're helping them out, though Wil. I know you and Quackity haven’t had the best history.” Phil praised, causing the other avian to ‘look at the time’ and give himself an out to go to his own home.

Dream took the time to flip through the book, reading through it as fast as he could and making mental notes on anything that connected to him. “You don’t have to read all of it right now-“ “I seriously think we’ve got a point, Sapnap. Uh- Sorry, Phil.” The older man just seemed amused. “But yea, I think I might actually be an axolotl hybrid, or at least a water mob hybrid if nothing else. Like obviously I don’t have gills-“ “You also have functioning lungs. They would have closed pretty early in your childhood.” “And it would explain like why Puffy adopted me. Maybe she did find me when I was young and had traits more aligned with axolotls- why didn’t we think to go ask her!?” Sapnap simply shrugged. “I dunno, but I’m still freezing so you’re not dragging me back out into that frozen wasteland yet.” “You don’t retain heat well anymore, do you?” “I’m still part human, Techno. Not everyone gets lucky like you.” “Oh that makes it worse. You’re too hot and you can’t keep yourself that way.” “You don’t have to fucking remind me.”

It was the sound of a communicator ringing that cut their conversation short. “Hello?” “Puffy?” “Dream? What’s going on?” “I just needed to ask something. It’s about when I was a kid, if that’s okay.” A soft chuckle was his first response. “I was wondering when you were gonna ask. I remember that vividly, even though you don’t.” “Yeah, uh.. was I human? Or like a fish or something? Some kind of water mob?” “You were a human form, your body was. But you had fringed gold ears that shot off of your head, and gills on your neck as well. When I pulled you up, thinking you were a human child, your ears shifted suddenly to human ears, and I’m fairly certain they never came back.” “Oh.” Dream was silent for a moment, processing the realization. He was an axolotl hybrid. Sapnap was right!

“So, to answer your question, yes. You were a water mob, though more of a hybrid than the mob itself. But you refused to leave the ship, and I wasn’t about to kick you off to make you fend for yourself. So I do take the blame for you not having the traits that of your hybrid nature. I’m sorry.” “No, no, it’s okay! This is great, actually. I'm showing traits now, they’re just more instinctual than visible. You’ve been a huge help, Puffy, thank you.” “Of course! But you’d better come see me soon, it’s been forever!” “I will. Bye.”

After he hung up, he turned to the fireborn who had the same excitement and relief on his face. “So I wasn’t crazy.” “Never said you were, Sapnap.” “That explains it, then. Your secondary gills went away as your lungs began to function, and eventually your gills just completely vanished as well, being unnecessary.” Phil added. “You can keep the books if they’ll help you learn more about your hybrid traits.” “If you don’t mind me having them.” “Well after learning this, I don’t expect them back. They’ll help you more than they help me sitting in my library, that’s for sure.”

They stayed for supper, as Sapnap adamantly refused to leave the house until Dream physically dragged him out of it, giving both members of the house a wave as the two made their way back to the main SMP.

“Well, that was fun.” “I’m just glad we figured all this out in the same day. Think I would have gone crazy if it got dragged out longer.” Sapnap chuckled. “Next question: who all are we wanting to know about this? I’m sure my fiancés are gonna be intrigued, and I know George will be.” “I don’t really care, I mean, Tommy’s probably gonna tell everyone anyway.” As they made it to the nether portals, they exchanged goodbyes as both headed towards their respective homes.

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“So.. did you figure it out?” He’d been wrapped up in a hug from the avian since he’d stepped into the kitchen, supper in the oven finishing cooking. “Yeah. He’s an axolotl hybrid.” “A what?” “Axolotl?” Quackity pulled back with a bewildered look. “There’s no way. He doesn’t have any kind of visible traits.” “Puffy confirmed it, his gills just closed because he’d been using his lungs instead.” “What about the ears? And-“ “Puffy said his ears just morphed into human ears when she pulled him aboard her ship. She pretty much just said ‘oh yea you’re a hybrid I just never mentioned it again’.” The Mexican rolled his eyes. “Of course she did.” “What are we talking about?”

“Karlos!” The shapeshifter was in his human form, though with slightly off proportions and golden and pink swirls in his confused eyes. “Hey, Karl.” Sapnap held an arm out as an invitation, the brunette stepping easily into his fiancé’s arms. “We found Dream's hybrid animal.” “Oh? What is it?” “A fucking axolotl of all things.” Quackity butted in. “Aww, I can see it. Kinda fits him.” “Definitely fits him.” “I guess I can see it.” Sapnap gave the avian a light nudge to his ribs with his elbow, pulling away from the hug to look at the oven. “So when’s dinner gonna be ready?” “Didn’t you eat at Phil’s?” “Oh no, now you’re going to Philza’s house without saying anything too?” “Tommy made us, said Phil’s probably our best bet. We kinda forgot about Puffy. But yea I already ate because I was freezing from the walk there and I didn’t wanna walk back.”

With a small laugh from his fiancés, he was ushered over to the dining room table regardless, the other two finishing up dinner and joining him quickly afterwards. Idle chat about the other two’s days were made as they ate, and cleaning up went very quick with all three helping. Their avian took off upstairs while the other two went to the living room to put on a movie, suspecting nothing but the other simply going to sleep. Karl laid down on the sofa, head against the armrest and held his arms open for the other to join him. Sapnap laid back so his head rested against the brunette’s chest, on his back so he could still see the movie.

It wasn’t until a small weight fell onto the fireborn’s chest that he realized Quackity’s real intention. Karl stifled a laugh from beneath him as he pulled the avian up to his face so he could look at him. “What’s this about?” “I’m tired and you two just wanna watch movies!” The smaller crossed his arms at the fireborn, pouting. “You’re free to join us, you know.” Karl pointed out, amusement flooding his voice. “I don’t have the energy to watch a movie, though. I just wanna cuddle with my fiancés.” “Well-“ “Okay, Q. I’ll give you what you want.” Sapnap cut the other off, fighting a smirk as he brought the other up to his mouth and tipped him in without any warning. A string of Spanish words (he guaranteed they were all swears) fell from the Mexican’s mouth as he ungracefully tumbled into his fiancé’s maw, barely able to stop himself from falling right back into his throat. If it hadn’t been for the blackette pinning him to the roof of his mouth with his tongue, he may have.

The pressure relented pretty quickly, though the other didn’t make a move until he felt the heartbeat on his tongue slow to a more reasonable pace. Though, the tips of his ears burned as he moved the shrunken man around to get him ready, as he could feel eyes on the back of his head. It seemed that his other fiancé could feel his temperature rise, because a confused yet amused hum came from behind. “We’ve done this so many times, do you really still get embarrassed doing it in front of other people?” Well, it was rude to talk with his mouth full, so he tried to swallow quietly until the avian went past his windpipe and he could breathe properly again, flopping his head back down on the other’s chest and glaring up at the orange eyes looking back at him. “It’s different when someone’s watching you do it, Karl.” “But it’s not different when I did it the first time?” “I- you know what, this isn’t gonna get anywhere.” The arms wrapped loosely around his waist trailed up to his abdomen instead, one hand pressing where he knew his other fiancé would be residing, getting rubs from the inside at that particular spot in return. “Oh, don’t be like that, Sap. We were having fun.” With a roll of his eyes, the fireborn finally relaxed again, a soft purr building up now that his embarrassment faded.

He would have been content to sleep right there, but Karl made him get up and join him in their actual bed. With his shrunken fiancé completely relaxed within him and his other fiancé looking at him with enamored pink eyes, he simply found himself lucky once more. He could still remember when this all had started, and he always thought about how wrong it could have gone.

He was just thankful his friends and lovers were as ‘weird’ as he was.

#shrunken manhunt #mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #mcyt gt #safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore #it feels like forever since I uploaded #sorry about that :(

[a-smol-storm-gt-blog]

somebody once told me~ they like avian preds >:3 @oh-i-need-a-name

#soft vore #safe vore #mcyt vore #that last tag is bc we just didint do a spcific avain but id imagen its a utuber lol #puzzle #puzzle gets nomed #my art #i was bored and this was bon lol #mouthshot #mouthshots #buzzle #dragonfly puzzle #the bird gets his bug breakfast

[maw-and-pawp]

Alright, I guess it's time to talk about some OCs related to the vore world from that first post I made, which I'm tentatively calling Behind Veiled Faces right now.

Alma Florimell

This little lady is my other prey oc that didn't appear in the world concept. Alma meaning "nourishing, soul, or young woman", and Florimell meaning "flower and honey".

She's type of fairy which I'm loosely basing off cluricauns and moss maidens, although not 1 to 1. She is, however, definitely a changeling in the sense her parents left her in the mortal side of the Veil to rabbit-like prey. Although now as an adult she's noticeably shorter than her peers by two feet, and completely missing the antlers her jackalope adoptive parents sport. Instead of a short, cute cotton tail, she's grown a long whip like tail. Think that stereotypical demon/imp tail, except the spaded end can open up to show off a flower similar to a marigold/dandelion. To blend in to this side of the Veil, she has to tuck it away unfortunately. And bring her ID everywhere so people can be quickly corrected about her age. She's 22, dammit, not a preteen!

Another major difference between her kind and the prey species here is that she can reform after digestion via the plants she's bonded to. Don't ask me how that works, no one told her either, and she definitely didn't find the time to ask when she first went to meet her birth parents. She was too busy trying not to kill them for what happened to the "real" Alma.

Alma is a lesser known indie folk artist. Think Rabbitology, Cosmo Sheldrake, The Amazing Devil, Crane Wives and Paris Paloma. She posts her stuff to TakTik, MeTube, and Spotiply, never revealing her face or identity. She sometimes streams as a GTuber with a dragonsona lmao. Her artist name is Beetlebug.

Anyways. Any and all actual vore scenarios will be between her and Robin, after much convincing on her part. And perhaps a couple drinks to loosen inhibitions...by a couple she means more than is probably wise for normal people.

Robin

They're the pred from the world concept, and oughh have they been sitting in my head for awhile. Firstly let's get it out of the way that mortal preds are,,,Tall, and generally more humanoid than faery preds. Built more for ambush than chasing or tracking. Not usually anything more than (shorter) claws and sharper teeth - so the wings are sooo a giveaway to any one looking for the signs, and they have to glamour that away. And faery preds are perfectly sized for faery prey, and not much else. In fact, mortal preds can look at a faery pred as prey if they're not sufficiently intimidating just from the get-go. So that's part of Robin's deal when interacting with people - they can't be seen as weak for even a moment, but they also hate being feared as it reminds them of their childhood.

Speaking of that, Robin can't go back to the Fey Wilds. They escaped here for a reason even if it is annoying to deal with cocky mortals who think they're a quick snack (seriously, how come Alma is too small but they aren't??). They had a father who sold their true name off to another faery to repay his debts. The collector made them into a monster, a "loyal" hound incapable of direct disobedience to any order given. Killing whatever and whoever they were pointed at, and beat for lapses in efficiency. And it was so until they were a teenager, where they managed to poison their master, fake their death, and flee to the mortal world where any calls of their true name couldn't pierce the Veil and summon them back. They took on the name of Robin, and gave up the lifestyle of a predator, until Alma squirms her way past their walls lmao.

Prey isn't *necessary* for them to live - sure they need nutrients, but they can get that from the normal food found in the mortal realm. All they really need prey for is to keep their connection to the flow of the world's magic. Without eating faery prey, Robin will slowly lose their ability to become one with the wind they were born from, and lose their ability to hear any of their names on the breeze (or cries for help).

They work a normal job during the day, and at night listen for cries for help while they still can. Helping others now won't make up for what they were forced to do as a child, but like their father before them, they have a debt to pay. It's just theirs is a blood debt.

Cedar Bryn

Bryn meaning "hill" or "mound". Jackalope prey in the world concept from the mortal realm. Also traumatized, but from nearly getting digested by a pred guy before Robin swooped in with their sharp talons. He is a sweetheart, though, and has been all his life. You heard most of what he's been through already, but I'd like to expand that he's an aspiring author and artist for a comic book. His monthly publications had to be put on hold as his world turned upside down after the Event. Thankfully the people at his support group won't recognize Cedar Bryn - he uses C.B. as a pen name to keep his personal life private.

(Ironically the pred who nommed him was a huge fan, and if he'd succeeded then he'd have been scratching his head on why the author suddenly Stopped)

Robin has definitely moved in post-tummy listening. They've got an unnamed kinda thing going, neither party really knows if it's platonic or not anymore. And things will be complicated further by Alma lmao. Cedar has no idea what's up with Robin, so when he comes home one day and finds his pred roommate with a full squirmy gut, he's gonna rightfully freak 😂

Cedar's developed a "sudden" interest in knives and self defense classes. I wonder why 🤔

#behind veiled faces #bunny prey #fairy prey #fairy pred #avian pred #nonbinary pred #willing pred #willing prey #implied vore #vore ocs #vore writing #digestion #reformation #changeling #past abuse #trauma #healing from trauma #v0re #found family #nblw vore

[terrygonix]

High School Hounds - Epilogue/Explanatory???

Alright, so I’m gonna begin writing a short series based around the idea of anthropomorphics (usually being animals) taking place in a kind of High School environment, it’s kind of a “slice of life,” “romantic(ish),” “comedic” story in a way. Let it be known, this is (one of) my first writing stories that I am actually putting effort into, so like, yeah.

Before the story starts, I want to establish some things in the world alongside the characters, like rules and stuff, dw, it’s not that much…

First of all, the world is comprised of anthropomorphic animals. You know what that means, right? Right. If you don’t… yes you do. Most of the anthros are comprised of mammals; dogs, lions, bears, etc. But there are also avians and such. There may be more added (depends on the plot tbh).

Second, the society of the world is separated by Predator and Prey, or more like… the idea of predator and prey. Let me explain. When anthros get a job or they go to school, they would be separated in a way. Instead of saying the job “Accountant,” you would say “Accountant - Prey,” or “Accountant - Pred.” Same with school subjects, there would be “Math - Pred,” and “Math - Prey.” Moreover, there are some species that may have started as predator like behaviour, and slowly became more prey-like (Dogs, I’m talking about dogs, they’re a special case). In that case, they would be separated based on if their personality or primal instincts were more predator or prey like.

Finally, if there is any meat eaten that’s consumed, it would usually be artificial. If a lion was shown eating lamb chops, that would terrify not only lambs, but other preys around.

Now onto the main character card:

#worldbuilding #terrible terrible world building #daschund #dog oc #my ocs #furry #furry oc #Rufus Biskut #Fake world #my art #Teragonix Stories

[debiteful]

Object vore concept (inspired by @miniaturemallow recent art)

A giant avian/harpie/bird pred that eats entire statues or even stone buildings if possible. Because birds eat rocks to help break down food in their gizzard, and a big birdie would need even bigger rocks!

#debiteful thoughts #pred concept #object vore #digestion #noblest of organs #bird pred #avian pred #harpy pred #g/t vore

[thealmightyemprex]

Which Space OC should I draw

Gulliver :An avian alien pirate in a relationship with a human

Vasiliki:Blind brutish barbarian alien queen

Briar :Ravenous plant alien goddess

Selah:Feline huntress alien queen bride of Vasilikie ,both pred and prey

@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking

[hemipenal-system]

So dinosaurs... what about their relatives, birds? Harpies, even. Big enough to carry you around. Maybe swallow you whole to keep you safe in their crop until they're ready to let you out and play. Filling you up over and over, harsh and quick when you're least expecting it, certain you'll lay their eggs any day now...

weirdly birds yes but harpies not as much. like i do absolutely love a good avian monster (see the bird preds post like 6 down) but harpies are kinda similar to vampires in that most designs are almost too human for me if that makes sense

#answering asks #terato asks

[quotemenevervore]

who in the manhunt au gets instincts to store their friends/partners?

There’s quite a few!

Phil, Wilbur and Quackity are all avians and get nesting instincts that is very similar to the netherborn instinct to store their friends and partners. I see Punz get represented as an avian a lot so he may be joining this list too

Techno, Bad and Sapnap are netherborns and have the instinct to store their friends/partners to protect them from the dangerous nether conditions.

Purpled has instincts to store friends and partners to protect them from what was the dangerous conditions of space, but he never acts on it.

Ranboo’s instincts aren’t really that effective, they’re more for holding things he cares about in his hands. It’s his anxiety that begs him to use his second stomach to hold his loved ones and protect them.

Slime gets instincts to absorb his friends from time to time, but seeing as that’s how slimes eat he only does it if it’s really bothering him and he makes sure his friends are safe the whole time.

Sam as a creepertaur has a second stomach, but his instincts aren’t completely related to his biology and more of “oh shit I need to protect my friends”

And I think that’s all our preds who have instincts! If I missed any and think of them later I’ll just reblog this anyway.

There are others who get instincts to be stored, but that list is smaller. Dream is on it and so is Fundy thanks to their hybrids (axolotl and fox respectively)

The rest of them are either human or hybrids or shapeshifters who do it just to mess around lol

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #shrunken manhunt #mcyt vore #vore talk #thank you for the ask!!! #asks from anon