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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 2 months

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but also like. guys you don’t need to leave the minecraft youtube community bc one person is bad to clarify. like. shelby is a minecraft youtuber. a lot of her friends are minecraft youtubers. those friends are supportive and as far as we know all believe her. the vast majority of minecraft youtubers are like. fine. this shit is something that Happens because Abusers are Manipulative, going to another hobby will Not shield you from anything and you’re not immoral for liking something bad people also liked. which is. one of the biggest video games ever. like in this situation no one was knowingly harbouring an abuser and it seems everyone was supportive. this is just a case of some people being shit, not anything to do with mcyt. hell, the guy hasn’t been on minecraft in like a year lmao.

i fully understand why the content might be uncomfortable to you guys now but like, please don’t self flagellate and cut yourself off from an entire genre of media because of one guy again. i saw that happen after the dream stuff and a lot of people ended up losing important things because they made rash decisions and felt like they Had to leave. but please. take one deep fucking breath. this has happened before. this has happened so much before, and in ways far worse than this. because abusers, unfortunately, exist. you should not feel guilty for being manipulated by a manipulative abuser, don’t blame yourself. do what you have to, but please, please keep in mind that the majority of minecraft youtube is fine. it is fine to continue engaging with it. it’s fine to be manipulated by an abuser and it’s not your fault. please don’t make rash decisions and end up losing things you care deeply about and being unable to get them back. distance yourself all you want, but please be careful to not do so out of emotional self harm from the guilt. that’s something this fandom encourages far too much- even outside of this- and it’s unhealthy and anyone expecting it of you is cruel.

#mcyt #abuse tw #i guess this is discourse idk but like #this happened two years ago and the amount of people who realised cutting themselves off from All mcyt was self harm and came back #only to have lost a lot of content they created and valued because they wanted to punish themselves for trusting a predator #and like. you’re victim blaming yourself. obviously you are not anywhere near as much a victim as The victim #but being manipulated into supporting abusers is still something that is an action they take to harm others #Being used as a tool to silence others unknowingly is a cruel thing and can be traumatic to go through #its honestly really concerning as someone working on their own emotional self harm to see it. like this isn’t about anyone in specific but #guys. emotionally self harming isn’t helping. you don’t need punishment. breathe and think through things.

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shallyne · 10 months

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Well, anyways, I was bored and made a list with book characters that I like from A to Z (couldn't come up with something for Q)

Book Characters List

Aemmory Percyval Taxus

Aelin Galathynius

Andarna

Amara Maroni

Alpha Villanova

Abraxos

Annaleigh Thaumas

Aedion Ashryver

Alexis

Asterin Blackbeak

Aaron Warner

Apollion

Aidas

Ansel of Briarcliff

Ash

Addie LaRue

Avery Kylie Grambs

Ash Maddox

Alex Volkov

Ava Chen

Alessandra Davenport

Bryce Quinlan

Bryaxis

Bone Carver

Brie

Barney Fitz-Amobi

Bel Price

Bridget Van Ascheberg

Corvina Clemm

Cassius

Cardan Greenbriar

Chloe Green

Camila Dunne

Cinnamon Hotpepper

Cormac Donnall

Catherine Pinkerton

Cara Ward

Cal

Carter Price

Chrstian Harper

Danika Fendyr

Dante Maroni

Donatella Dragna

Declan Emmett

Dorian Havilliard

Dante Russo

Dominic Davenport

Elide Lochan

Evangeline Fox

Emilia DiCarlo

Envy

Evelyn Hugo

Ember Quinlan

Elspeth Spindle

Evangelina Sage

Elm Rowan

Feyre Archeron

Fenrys Moonbeam

Fallon

Felix

Fleetfoot

Gavriel

Hunt Athalar

Helion

Hannah Rooney

Imogen

Iris Winnow

Ione Hawthorne

Isabella Valencia

Jacks

Juliette Ferrars

Jude Duarte

Jesiba Roga

Jurian

Jest

Jack Brunswick

Jespyr Yew

Josh Chen

Jules Ambrose

Kenji Kishimoto

Kaltain Rompier

Kai Young

Lilith

Lyla

Lorcan Salvaterre

Lidia Cervos

Legend

Lysandra

Lehabah

Liam Mairi

Luc

Luna Caine

Libby

Manon Blackbeak

Morrigan

Morana Vitalio

Meghan Chase

Nesryn Faliq

Nazeera Ibrahim

Nash Hawthorne

Naomi Ward

Nightmare

Oraya

Oak Greenbriar

Pippa Fitz-Amobi

Purrcival

Rhysand

Raihn

Ruhn Danaan

Rogan

Rowan Whitethorn

Randall Silago

Rhiannon Matthias

Razor

Ravi Singh

Ravyn Yew

Renelm Yew

Roman Kitt

Rachel Price

Rhys Larsen

Shara Wheeler

Scarlett Dragna

Stryga

Suriel

Sartaq

Syrinx

Sgaeyl

Sal Singh

Stanley Forbes

Stella Alonso

Sloane Kensington

Tristan Caine

Tristan Flynn

Thea Delion

Tairn

Thimble

Tandri

Trystan Maverine

Usha

Violet Sorrengail

Vale

Vincent

Vittoria di Carlo

Viv

Vivian Lau-Russo

Wrath

Wren

Xaden Riorson

Yrene Towers

Zephyr Villanova

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pietropudge · 2 years

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Nathan Drake Anal Vore

Hey y’all, writing AV again, but with Tom’s character Nathan Drake! I watched Uncharted last night and the scenes with his ass had me wanting to get digested by him, so I wrote it!

If you can’t tell by the title, this story contains vore and if that’s not your thing, keep scrolling!

Check under the cut for the vore!

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The thief entered the vast derelict building, and his rival followed close behind. This one was a toughie for sure. Nathan Drake, an exemplary treasure-hunter and predator, had spent months searching for the location of his latest treasure, and what was beyond the crumbling stone door either held the exact thing he was looking for or a clue pointing towards it. As it turns out, it was the latter.

As he stepped over the chunks of sedentary stone and ducked under a narrow and rounded pergola made of the same rock, it led him to a vastly greater expanse of a subterranean edifice. Even with another treasure hunter on his tail who was about to catch up with him, Nate tossed a few seconds to the chalky air by looking over the ancient runes surrounding him as he walked around to like some of the torches hanging from the hard walls. It could help him deduce any hidden traps or the fortune he was looking to find, and it also gave him a general idea of where he was on his weathered map.

The underground dwelling reached high above what Nate could come close to being able to brush in a dome that crowned the rocky room. And towards the middle of the enclosed space was a pedestal with an anachronistic contraption made from stone machinery pointing to the pivot in the stretched ceiling. Along the walls recessing from the arched top, there were engravings of some language that Nate didn't care to brush up on before arriving, but he knew enough to understand that the room was free of danger. He had come across too many rooms like this that jeopardized the entire hunt because of his accidents. So, it was a nice change of pace.

Approaching the center of the room, he rested his hands on the device; it was a simple box made of stone, with a blatant line running down the middle to show where it could part from itself. He could hear your footsteps resonating from the path of the entrance, so he hurriedly felt around each side of the coffer until his fingers brushed against a small button. The stone omitted an inharmonious whir as each side of the box unfolded to reveal a ring made of spotless gold. That's how it looked from the outside, but there were multiple symbols etched into the inside.

"Holy shit," Nate muttered, taking the ring between his fingers and letting the orange glow of the lights circling him reveal any secrets hiding in the meticulously melded piece of metal. He heard your footsteps growing closer with each second, and he braced for his most unrelenting rival to show his face through the small tunnel that was the entrance. Nate's cockiness appeared faster than his predatorial side when a cute face would stand out from the crowd, "You're too late."

You stood by the entrance, looking over him and then around the room. It didn't seem like he had found anything life-changing. So it couldn't be the fortune. Yet, Nate talked as if he had found something.

"What did you find then?" You asked, almost desperately to gain any information on where to start searching for the true location of the prosperity.

Similar to Nate, you never had the riches or success to keep yourself afloat and decided to turn to this life to change the one you left behind. That, and it was just plain fun. A life of exhilaration kept you in the life of a thief long after finding a treasure that would change your life. You never really knew if a room would be a dead end to the path of a treasure you had been following for months or to your own life, but the uncertainty and unexplainable stuff you had seen along the way was too entertaining to pass up.

"You mean this little thing?" Nate asked, holding the aureate ring up between his first two digits before placing it onto his middle finger. He let it slide down to the knuckle, "I'm actually surprised it fit."

You let out a frustrated sigh a bitter tone lacing your words, "I should have known. Of course, you of all people would get to this shit first."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Nate crossed one arm over the other, feigning a sense of disbelief for an added effect.

You moved closer to him, "I mean, you're so good at this. And I really needed to get the treasure, Nate. The industry is thinning. For some reason, there aren't as many buyers or hunters left, and this was my last chance. I made fun the main thing, and now I have nothing."

"I'm sure you don't have anything," Nate tried to sound comforting, but he knew exactly why this kind of life was on its way out—he, and many other predators like him, were finally starting to show the impact of their dietary habits. While everyone was susceptible to the hunger of a predator of any kind, Nate had always tried to restrain himself from turning you into another layer of fat. He wasn't sure if he was impressed by your talents or had a soft spot for you, but a small part of him saw you as more than a meal. Though it was small for a reason, since he knew that one day you would face the same digestive fate as the others he found tasty.

Now, with your struggles becoming prevalent in your life, he considered that it was finally time to give in to the underlying urge he was able to suppress for the past few years that he had known you.

You had stayed silent after Nate spoke, so he piped up again, this time with an idea to land you right in his stomach, "You really want that ring?"

You nodded, and he backed away from you, "Then all you have to do is get it, and it's yours."

"What, like, get it from your finger?" You asked, a glint of hopefulness shining from your eyes the second he offered a solution to your troubles.

"No, I'm not gonna make it that easy," He laughed, undoing the button and fly and dropping them to his ankles in tandem with his boxers.

"So, off your dick? Looks small, by the way," You joked, trying to make light of the increasingly odd situation Nate was escalating things to. He shook his head, "No, dude, can you just let me do it, and then you'll know?"

"Sorry," You muttered.

Nate turned, showing off his round ass that you had exchanged a fair amount of glances with in the past. But, now, it looked like a haunting image of whatever sick thing he was planning to do. You watched as Nate wedged his ring-free hand between his cheeks, pressing his ring-clad directly at his pink pucker. His middle finger encircled around his hole until it slid in. Both of them smoothly glid right in with no issue as his ass gave leeway for the length and width of his finger and the metal band on it. He looked at you and smirked. You noticed that he had clenched his ass cheeks while slowly pulling out his middle finger.

Nate felt oddly pleased with the minuscule bit of pleasure from his finger and a measly ring. He never got the opportunity to try it before, but that was partly because the objects in question were too big and partly because he didn't have much time. But it was just you and him on this latest treasure trail—mostly because he ate everyone else—and no one would know if someone like you disappeared. After all, most of your life was spent off the grid while in countries you were falsely registered as a citizen of, leaving you to be another nameless piece of meat.

Your eyebrows damn near converged in your confusion until you realized that two things went in, and one came out. The ring was missing from his finger. You scoffed, immediately knowing what he implied by the action, "You're kidding."

"I don't have to do this, you know. I can get it out later, and you can go back to a home if you even have one in this economy," He kidded. While it wasn't the best thing to say to convince you to involuntarily become his food, he knew that you would understand that he was right. The business you had sunk yourself into wasn't giving back like you had expected it to, and you didn't have much to call home because of it.

You sighed, taking the defeat in stride as you paced to the well-sculpted and plump ass of your adversary, whose legs are spread wide as he teased you by waving his ass from side-to-side a few times. Your knees hit the solid stone pathway, your hands finding their way to the firm and wide mounds resting eye-level with you. Nate had moved both of his hands to keep his grand cheeks peeled apart to keep his hole in view. Reluctantly, you jabbed two fingers into his ass, feeling around the tight slimy walls.

“C’mon, Nate, how far up is it?” You rolled your fingers around, expecting them to graze the edge of the ring, but you couldn't feel anything apart from the ribbed walls of his ass. They weirdly felt like they were moving. Nate moaned, not really paying attention to your question, “Ugh, just keep going.”

You pressed further, watching his pink hole stretch around your hand with ease. Trying to distract your mind, you thought about how intimate something like this actually was—you were practically fisting your competitor in a moment of humiliation, so there had to be another meaning behind it, “So, this is your way of making a move, huh?”

“More like eliminating the competition.” Nate presses back against your hand even more, both in pleasure and to etch your fate on the same runes this ring would lead him to. You were almost up to your elbow inside him and still couldn't feel where the stupid hock of metal had gone.

You wondered if he was hinting at you two becoming a team after this, as it was a pretty unusual way of making a team-up come into fruition. But it wasn't what you needed, “We aren’t working together after this. I hope you know that.”

“I know, I’ll be doing most of the work. You’ll just be fat swinging around," He admitted, leaving you in even greater confusion. You didn't have a single clue of what he meant, so you tried to clear up the twisted euphemism by asking, “What?“

Nate was silent for a second, opting to pull your arm further into his hole with a single flex of his hungry muscle. That one taut contraction was enough to bring you up to your shoulder, smashing your face against the outside of his stretched hole. Your entire arm felt hot with the growing warmth from his ass. While you weren't sure how he even managed to do this, you bargained to fight against his plans for you, “Nate, please. Please, I’ll—“

“You talk too much.” He quips, shoving your head inside his pucker with one of his hands. It gladly pulls and scarfs you down with each terrifying slurp until it reaches your shoulders. Nate had to use the help of gravity, but they fit in without much struggle, and he continued to slide down your kneeling form with any way of fighting back restricted by his emphatic ass.

From the inside, you were trapped in a taut, contracting pull of his end trails as they yank you to what you presume will be his stomach. After all, there was nowhere else to go in this insane extremity of a snake-like tunnel. All they could do was tighten around you and gradually pull you further into the depths of slime and meaty stink before loosening ever-so-slightly to repeat the process all over again. It kneaded around your body like a hot and wet hug from all sides with a touch of fatality to top it off.

After what felt like an eternity of being dragged through an endless cavern, your outstretched hand brushed against something new. It was similar to Nate's wrinkled pucker since it opened to accept your hand and forearm, but this one was thicker and had the same consistency as the walls guiding you to an uncertain fate. Eventually, your face passed through it, and your feet were the last thing remaining in the outside world.

At a certain point, they had caught up with the rest of your body, and now you stewed in a mix of ever-rising stomach acid and some partially digested meal from earlier in the day. You had found the ring a few moments ago, but it was half-dissolved in stomach acid, leaving no reason for you or the golden ring to be let out from Nate's fatally acidic chamber.

On the outside, Nate had gone through a few different orgasms from simply consuming you with the power of his ass, and now, he looked forward to coating his stretched gut in a few ropes of sweet release. He laid back but could barely reach around his lump of a belly to toy with his cock. Thankfully, he hardly had to touch it at all as each belch erupted from his mouth, giving him a taste of what it would have been like to eat you on the opposite end, which did enough for him to come nearly hands-free from the tantalizing taste of you in his mouth. Without the desire to get off, it was just cool to let his belches rend and echo on the grand walls of the room.

You had given up when you realized Nate enjoyed this more than he should. He turned you into his food, and you had no real way to stop it. The acids quickly overtook your in his stomach and worked to burn your skin. Soon, you went from a misshapen form on Nate's middle to nothing but a round and pudgy ball of mush that gave Nate bad gas as he trekked out of the runes. By the end of the day, he realized that two things went in, but only one came out on top.

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merakiui · 1 year

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IM SO HYPED FOR MORE SK FLOYD HE IS MY OBSESSION I WANT TO PUT HIM IN MY MOUTH

THE PROMPT IS NON-CON AND ENEMIES/RIVALS AND I NEEDED TO WRITE IT FOR SK FLOYD… OTL I need to portray mean, scary eel at least once in a blue moon. 🫣 it was either sk Floyd or arranged marriage with Floyd and I felt like the former would be the yummiest hehe!!

#twisted chit chat #floyd can be cruel as a treat #sometimes he needs to be ocean predator and not ocean lover </3

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maegorsbignaturals · 7 months

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Me n the mutis talking about Maegor Targaryen being the least human Targaryen and not because his war crimes and deeds

#maegor targaryen #maegor my babygirl #He commits monstrosities in the same way a predator needs to hunt in order to survive #maegor the cruel

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8lah8lah · 11 months

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"both sides of shipcourse are wrong" says person about to not bat a fucking eye when someone on one side gets chased off the fucking internet and doxxed and told they deserve assault for liking ships that are abusive in a way they dont immediately understand/relate to. "shipping discourse is just sooo dumb and immature" says person about to fucking gasp and scream and tell all their mutuals and post "STOP putting ***** on my dash in 202_" vagues like A Gross Drawing Existing In The World is going to singlehandedly groom and traumatize and enable and Normalize everything for everyone on the planet simultaneously for simply being put out there and it being out there is a category 10000 mental safety hazard that they must bravely defend people from. "youre stupid if you care about ship discourse lmao" posts brave tumblr user about to get really upset publically over One person they saw shipping a like, 4-year age gap between two fictional chars that's there if you Squint, an opinion that Clearly has NOTHING to do with very specifically one side of the discourse

#8log upd8 #bottom line i really really Rreally resent people going 'oh haha this Stupid Internet Drama #is So Dumb and everyone who cares about it is dumb too' followed by #literally ruining somebody's life because they never bothered to look into or learn why #that person likes the stuff they do. OR LIKE GIVE THEM ANY GOOD FAITH AT ALL?#at the very very very very fucking least you would ASSUME these people see someone getting #Harassed Off The Fucking Internet and go hm did this person really deserve it. what did they do #and why and what is their side of the story.#NOPE its just Ummmm make sure to not reblog from *** or youll get Freak Poisoning by proximity!!#it's why i don't really post my own stuff on here anymore; i don't feel comfortable-#-being in a social environment where people will just up and decide someone deserves #to Not Exist where they can see them anymore. even if it's not me it's happening to #it's too cruel and i can't stand it ._.; if you do or allow stuff like this please unfollow me #or better just block me outright. 'oh but what if they post-' I Don't Fucking Care #unless they're posting about specific real living/lived human beings in harmful ways #they don't deserve this shit and even if they WERE posting about real people (they arent.)#what do you think online harassment would do to stop that? you think predators are gonna #get vagued and go Aw shucks ive been caught better stop being weird about specific real children!#tags are getting long lol sorry

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ace-and-ranty · 4 months

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See, I think what bugs me about the Nanami Kitten Story, is how often people's first reaction is "Jesus, what's wrong with that child?"

I think the real, better question that doesn't get asked enough is, "Jesus, what is wrong with that child's life?"

#I mean #I get it #it's animal cruelty. it hits people in their raw feelings.#and though I love cats so much I am not a pet parent #but it does bug me when one's empathy for the kitten immediately overrides their empathy for the child.#like. Nanami is not doing this to be cruel.#she's clearly not ENJOYING hurting the kitten.#she's not doing it for sadistic enjoyment.#in fact she regrets it immediately and is conflicted the whole time she's doing it.#you really gotta wonder what the hell is going on with a child that would drive her to such cruel behavior #we don't get a really good look at Nanami's family life in the series #her predator adopted father is a movie addition that's only implied in the series so I hesitate to bring him up #but regardless. at some point in the series Nanami IS nearly assaulted by her fucking brother.#and you wonder why a child in THAT familial context would resort to animal cruelty.

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gaysontodd · 4 months

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i really dislike how people view your behavior/feelings toward dogs as like. a litmus test of your inherent goodness or whatever. if you dont like dogs you’re Odd. if you dont try to pet random dogs thats Strange. if you dont try to rescue stray dogs thats Heartless. if you kill a dying dog instead of making it suffer thats Cruel. if you like dogs youre Correct. if you see a dog and want to pet it you are Normal. if you see a stray and try to take it to the vet or adopt it you are Kind. if you force an animal with shit quality of life to survive because your feelings are more important to you, you are Good.

and its fucking bullshit!

#leo.txt #so many people are so disconnected from life #from real fucking life.#where im from its kind to shoot a stray or otherwise unfamiliar dog with a bb gun instead of a shotgun.#livestock doesnt make you willing to trust that the fucking bird dog wont go after your birds #but even urban oklahomans are like. ohhh cal animal control #animal control is the cops. i can call the animal control number and it goes to the police station. they will shoot the animal or call a vet #to come get it. thats it.#im not calling the fucking cops because theres a random dog wandering. im gonna chuck a rock and yell until it gets #but thats cruel and animal abuse apparently. if i wander too close to a mockingbird nest and they divebomb me its not fucking personal. im #just too close!!! same principle #anyway. anyway. very frustrating #my moms sheep were slaughtered by some neighbors dogs. indoor dogs. real sweethearts. adorable dogs #but theyre predators! and they did what predators do!#so yeah no im going to throw rocks and chase dogs away #its cruel? well its fucking crueler to let the dog stress maim or kill my animals #so i dont give a shit.

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 29 days

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Maybe some fat elephant pred trunk voring pov or eating a human jock

I'm presuming this is for anthro? Cause that's what I'm going with. Anyway, yeah, weird niche vore incoming. Not that that's new for this blog.

Also, I got really mean with this one. Got stuck in a mood when I came up with the idea so this is probably a bit more extreme in the language than what I normally put out.

The coach grumbles to himself as he pours over the paperwork. His star quarterback, the thing they were relying on for this season, has to be cut. He’s been failing all of his classes and despite several warnings, he’s done nothing to improve it. He can hear the various players in the locker room behind his office. They just got here for practice. He’s got no choice but to go make an example of things.

The coach stomps out of his office, turning heads as he does. They all know when he walks like that, he’s mad. Their coach is an imposing man, too. A towering elephant edging into his 60’s, he keeps a cap on to hide his rapidly graying hair. His already wrinkly skin looks even moreso, like thick leather. But his body, thick with ripping muscles that flex as he moves, would make one not assume such an age. The soft beer belly he has that sways slightly whenever he steps might give it away, though. Despite the softness, though, his towering figure still lets him look over even the majority of the muscular jocks on his team.

The coach blows a whistle and gets the team to quickly come over and kneel down, even with some half-dressed. There’s a variety of species in the crowd, but one in particular, a human, is who the coach has his eyes focused on. “Johnson,” the coach grunts. “Up front.”

Several heads turn. The quarterback gulps softly but gets up and walks over. His shirt is off, showing off his muscular physique. Perfect for someone in his role, although he’s still smaller than the coach. He seems nervous, but he’s doing his absolutely damnedest to keep a straight face in front of the team. “Yes, coach?”

“You’ve had all year to turn your grades around,” the elephant rumbles. “I’ve told you over and over again you can’t be on the team if you aren’t keeping up. Your GPA is in the gutter and now you are, too.”

The human perks up fast, mask cracking as he gets flustered. “Are you serious?! Coach, you need me! You know you do! You can't kick me off the team!”

The elephant’s frown tightens. He’s heard this over and over again. He’s sick of the quarterback’s constant talkback and his lack of care. “You’re right. You’re not off the team. I said you’re in the gutter.” The elephant’s trunk lifts up, exposing his mouth more. “At least, you will be, once you’re fucking dead.”

The human’s eyes widen slightly. They all know the coach doesn’t let up easily. But he didn’t think he’d ever be the one to take the elephant’s idea of punishment. “Wait, don’t—“ He’s cut off as the elephant’s trunk comes down on his head, engulfing the human up to his shoulders.

The jock screams, head stretching out their coach’s trunk tightly. He reaches up to frantically claw and pull on the elephant's trunk, but he’s not even able to scratch it. The coach crosses his arms, glaring at the human with dissatisfaction. His trunk sinks down lower with a thrust, slurping over the human’s shoulders and chest like a snake. Then it lifts up, hoisting the quarterback off his feet.

The coach looks up at the rest of the team. They’re all watching with wide eyes, most of them completely still and in shock. The coach’s trunk starts dragging in the human’s abs, his screaming muffled by the trunk stretching over him. “Let this be a reminder,” the coach says, lifting his trunk higher as the quarterback’s ass sinks in, “that none of you are invisible. You can be the best goddamn player in the team, and if you fuck up, I will kill you.”

The jock’s legs sink in with a wet slurping sound. The coach blows his whistle again, making the other players jolt. “Get dressed and in the field. You’re doing laps. If anyone isn’t running when I get out there, you can join Johnson. You’re all expendable.” A pair of twitching feet sink past the elephant’s trunk now. The shape of the quarterback is stretching it out now in fine detail. It’s clearly tight and is just long enough to fit his body inside. Though only just. The end tire team lurch to their feet and quickly start getting dressed again. Grumbling, the coach returns to his office.

He’s back to the paperwork, now marking off the quarterback and signing on the dotted line. All the while, his truck is hanging down low. And he’s squeezing with it, making the human inside scream and yell. The coach finds it annoying.

“Can’t you be a man about this?” he rumbles, glancing down at his trunk and seeing the frightened face bulging the flesh out. “You had all year to turn things around. I vouched for you to get you that much! And you wasted your time, you wasted my time, and you wasted your team’s time. And now…” The coach marks off the man’s name. “…I’m going to waste your life. If you can’t be a useful member of the team, you can be a useful meal.”

The coach starts to squeeze his trunk more, flexing the muscles with all his might. The quarterback starts to scream more, shrieking out for forgiveness and another chance. But the coach isn’t listening. He’s keeping his ears out for something else, which he gets soon. The sound of popping.

When the first one rings out, the quarterback screams. Each flex of the elephant’s trunk gets another pop or a crunch. The form of the quarterback is getting more compact and tighter. The elephant growls slightly and closes his eyes. “You’re so annoying…just die already!” He squeezes his trunk as much as he can. The human’s voice is cut off by a series of snaps and pops. The lumpy bulge he made is swiftly mulched down, the elephant’s trunk looking more like a sausage instead.

The coach tips his trunk back, starting to funnel the meat slurry he just made down his gullet. It’ll be quickly absorbed and processed by his gut, much faster than it would have naturally. He gets to his feet and goes stomping out.

On the field, he sees everyone turn to look at him. Several men started picking up the pace in a panic, but the coach saw enough. He doesn’t use his whistle, instead blowing out his trunk like a trumpet. A skull goes flying into the field and everyone is starting to come over. Everyone knows when coach is in a bad mood, he’s ruthless. And right now…it’s clear he’s going to be crossing more names from the roster. All because of some stupid, cocky quarterback that already got mulched.

#v.ore #gay vore #male vore #m/m vore #mlm vore #trunk vore #digestion #fatal vore #instant digeston #vore story #cruel predator #ask #athlete vore

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