#scientist pred

[jack-the-nibbler]

The Doctor and the Borrower pt. 1

To most borrowers, a villain’s lair is one of the last places they’d want to hide. You’ve decided to take this risk...with consequences that you may and may not have seen coming.

Fandom: Skylanders

Words: 1,457

It’s never easy being a borrower, especially in Skylands. It’s a vast, wonderous realm, but danger lurks around every corner, more so at your size. Vicious monsters are everywhere-often spread by the Dark Portal Master trying to conquer everything, an encounter with a single Chompy could be deadly, and even the most well-meaning, heroic Skylander could accidentally stomp you.

Most borrowers tended to stay in Mabu villages, uninhabited elemental zones, or other places that had some level of safety. You, on the other hand, had settled somewhere far riskier. Somewhere that few monsters dared to venture. Perilous, but well protected by its own fiendish inhabitants. You had made your home in the walls of the infamous Dr. Krankcase’s lair.

The workshop had its own share of dangers. Toxic fumes were everywhere, as were vats and containers of slimy green goo that threatened to overflow. Plus there were plenty of sharp tools, threatening machinery, hulking lumber robots populating the place, and the risk of the “good” doctor finding you. You could only imagine the kinds of experiments he would run on you if he got his hands on you…

That said, it was amazingly easy to adapt. There were lots of wood and metal bits and pieces you could carry to your hideaways. The pantry was well stocked too, and uncontaminated crumbs were everywhere. And if you were lucky, he’d accidentally leave out your favorite snack-pickles! As long as you were careful-and there were no major incidents-you could live out your days comfortably here!

Unfortunately, Dr. Krankcase would eventually learn of his little guest’s escapades. It started with him noticing random bits and bobs going missing. It didn’t concern him too much, given his habit of misplacing things. But then snacks that were left out for later were suddenly missing or half eaten, especially his pickles. He knew for a fact that his Evilikin didn’t eat anything. When Krankcase found itty bitty footprints trailed through a pile of sawdust, he knew he wasn’t dealing with an ordinary rat or Chompy infestation.

Setting up a trap for his little intruder was child’s play for the mad doctor. Rig a cage over a plate with a small pickle on it, pretend to go to bed, then lie in wait. With a bit of patience, he’d have his little intruder in no time. Indeed, you were carefully creeping out of hiding, too peckish to have much caution. The placement was a little suspicious, but the Doctor was asleep by now, right?

You stepped onto the plate, ready to take a big bite of the gherkin sitting in front of you. But the moment you sank your teeth in, a cage dropped on top of you with a deafening CLANG. You froze, frantically looking around, finding no escape. Even if you could slip out, Dr. Krankcase was already scuttling towards you. There wasn’t any hope of outrunning him, even if you weren’t so small.

“Gotcha! Now let’s get a look at you…” Your heart pounded uncontrollably as a gloved hand reached in, grabbing you. You tried to fight, but his grip was impossible to break out of. Krankcase’s intrigued gaze made you feel even smaller than you already were, those large eyes of his narrowing slightly. “Oooh, you’re a little one, aren’t ya! Tell me, how long have you been creeping around my workshop?”

“Urk-! Er…about five months now…?” You said meekly. Your instincts were screaming at you to get out of here, despite your position. And here he sounded as if he was just conversing with an old friend! 

“Really now? I’m impressed you’ve survived this long! Sorry to break your streak like that.” Krankcase didn’t sound incredibly sorry about it. He just kept poking all over you, smirking as you squeaked in fright.

“Y-you’re not just going to throw me out, are you…?” That was probably the best thing he could do, as opposed to experimenting on you, or squashing you. To your surprise he shook his head.

“Nah, it’d be a waste to kick out a rare little one like yourself. If anything, you’d be an interesting little pet!” He said, cackling. “I don’t have a proper enclosure for you just yet, but I have somewhere else you can’t escape from.”

Before you could ask, you watched his pink tongue slide along his lips. Dr. Krankcase lifted you over his head and opened wide, warm breath rising up like steam from his maw. You gasped and gripped onto his gloved fingers, frantically kicking your legs. This couldn’t be happening! This had to be a nightmare!

“Wait, no! You don’t have to eat me! I’ll be a good pet!” you cried. Your pleas were ignored as Krankcase lowered your legs into his mouth. His lips closed around your flailing legs, suckling on you and licking along your form. Krankcase smiled around you, humming at your taste. Every passing moment led to you gradually sliding deeper into his mouth. Why was he slurping you in so slowly? Was this his way of making your punishment worse?

Once his lips were around your chest, Dr. Krankcase stopped messing around and slurped you up fully. You grasped onto his tongue, grimacing at the slimy texture. Your grip was short lived, the slippery saliva and movements of the tongue making it nearly impossible to hold on. The cushiony interior of the mad doctor’s mouth absorbed every blow from your kicks and struggles, and each lick helped wear you down further. It didn’t take long at all for all the fight to be drained from you.

The moment you stopped struggling was the moment Dr. Krankcase was done toying with you. He tilted his head back, letting you slide along his tongue towards the back of his mouth. You whimpered, but knew that begging was pointless. Tears ran down your cheeks as your legs slipped down into his throat. A single gulp pulled your lower half into his squishy gullet; one more sent you all the way down.

You mustered up the urge to wriggle as the peristalsis pushed you down Krankcase’s gullet. It was horribly slimy and squishy, not to mention how tightly you were being squeezed. Krankcase pressed against the bulge traveling towards his belly, squishing you further. You cringed at the feeling, hoping it would end.

Your wish was soon granted, though not in the way you would have preferred. You landed within the slimy embrace of the doctor’s stomach. The pink walls gave a light green glow, allowing you to see. Not like there was much to take in…you shuddered, curling up within your fleshy prison. The shock of the situation lingered, and you only snapped back to attention as Krankcase shook you from outside.

“Ahh…there we go, nice and tucked away for the night!” He said, patting his gut. “Aww, there’s no need to shiver! Tell me, what’s it like in there? Dark, slimy?” 

“Um…th-the walls are actually glowing a little…” you said softly. You were certain he only meant to mock you, but on the outside he quickly pulled out a notepad and pencil.

“Really now? I never would have imagined!” He remarked, writing that down. “Please, tell me more! It’s not like I’ll ever see the inside of my own stomach!”

As if being a snack wasn’t bad enough, you now felt like a guinea pig as you talked about how warm it was, how balmy and slimy the walls were, etc. You wiped the tears and slime from your eyes, the fear slowly subsiding. At least you weren’t being digested…and the questions did finally stop after a short while.

“Well, I’m beat. Time to take a rest for real!” Krankcase stretched his arms, then glanced at the gherkin left under the cage. No sense in wasting a perfectly good pickle, he thought as he popped it into his mouth, swallowing it whole as well. You yelped as the vegetable landed on your head. Well…at least you got your dinner back.

As Dr. Krankcase headed off to bed, you quietly munched away before the pickle could get too slimy. You prayed that he wouldn’t digest you in your sleep…although being his pet didn’t sound much better. Perhaps you should look at the bright side; at least you’d be fed, and wouldn’t have to fend for yourself. Maybe you’d be spared from experimentation…but probably not from being eaten again.

With your belly full and captor ready to tuck in for the night, you reluctantly settled into the folds of the stomach. Once you got past the slime, it was actually quite soft and plush. The dim glow was almost like a night light. With some reluctance, you closed your eyes, silently worrying about your future as you drifted off…

#safe vore #soft vore #nonfatal vore #vore writing #male pred #borrower prey #fearplay #endosoma #scientist pred #pov vore #prey pov #Vorelanders

[princestreetco]

#Think | Scientists can predict the next major artists—here’s how | Albert-László Barabási

#PrinceStreet #Learning #Video #Technology #Media #Science #Youtube #Tech #Scientists can pred

[in1-nutshell]

Bot Buddy the old Predacon archivist with Megatron, Soundwave, Shockwave, and Knockout

This ask was somehow deleted, but luckily I managed to remeber most of it. If this isn't what you wanted (whoever asked this) please let me know!

Hope you enjoy!

TFP

No one knows where Buddy came from.

Buddy doesn’t know where they came from.

Their best guess was that they were cloned by some shady scientist on Cybertron and were dropped in the gladiator arena shortly afterwards.

Buddy’s glory days, as many of the Cons call them, were filled with win after win. They effectively retired after buying their freedom before harsher rules on the arena were placed.

How did the Predacon join the Decepticons in the first place?

It’s one of the greatest mysteries the Decepticons have.

No matter how much begging, bribing, or threatening, Buddy doesn’t let out a peep.

Team can’t believe that Buddy is a Con (good way)

These Con’s can’t believe that Buddy would choose their side in the war despite their strong moral compass. They see Buddy as a bot who is calm in the war’s storm. Many Cons have gone to Buddy to rant or just have a moment of peace with them. They know they are always welcome to hang out with Buddy.

Soundwave

Knockout

Megatron

Team can’t believe that Buddy is a Con (bad way)

On the other hand, these Cons see Buddy’s more pacifist nature as an archivist as a waste in potential. Such fire power just sitting in the Nemesis, such a waste. These Cons have seen Buddy’s glory days in the arena and want them to unleash that fury on the Autobots. They are going to do that one of these days, they guarantee it.

Megatron

Shockwave

Team wants to do some testing on Buddy

As simple as the heading is. These Cons want to know more about Buddy’s biology. No one here knows where or from what they were cloned from. The testing goes from medical knowledge to trying to recreate more clones. Whether it was with Buddy’s knowledge or not, these Cons are going to do some testing by the end of the day.

Shockwave

Knockout

Team that is protective of old Pred Buddy

These Cons know that Buddy is on the older side. They are the oldest living member in the Decepticon army. They earned their right to little duties here and there. These Cons do help Buddy around the ship or with their job when they have a bad day due to age and old injuries acting up. Are they willing to tell anyone about helping the aging Predacon? No. Absolutely not.

Megatron

Knockout

Shockwave

Soundwave

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp megatron #tfp soundwave #tfp knockout #tfp shockwave

[roseytoesy]

Vore trope list

Screw it I’ve been looking for a list of vore tropes and stuff and can’t seem to find any! so you know what I’m going to make my own.

(Almost all of these I imagine as safe or has the option to be safe.)

Feel free to use this as an ask game too!

Story tropes:

Knight in shining armor (protection vore)

A heroic meal (protection vore but eating the bad guy)

Dragons sacrifice (poor soul(s) offered to a monster)

A bet (stupid idea + pride leads to shenanigans)

Feral/ lost to instincts (pred looses control of themselves)

Oh no you don’t! (Pred keeping prey from doing something stupid)

Tummy time out (prey annoyed/upset pred too much and ended in tummy as punishment)

Extreme cuddling (just as it says. both wanna be cozy together and what better way than inside a tum?)

dentist (thorough cleaning but with its own risks of being eaten due to being within a mouth)

vore spa day (covered in delicious smelling oils and products and given a deep massage deep into a pred)

magic! (Potions or spells making this small and safe)

sci-fi (aliens and other biological/scientific shenanigans leading to vore)

willingly “sacrificed” to a god

food play (from noodles to cakes and icecream get creative and have fun!)

Saved from drowning (merfolk or lifeguard making sure someone gets the air they need inside where they will be safe)

fearful (I don’t like the sound of fearplay)

cat and mouse games (pred having fun while the prey may or may not, depending)

hide and eat (hide and seek but the seeker is very hungry~)

Any taur vore (from nagas to centaurs, to driders, to anything you can think of!)

multiple stomaches (a safe one/storage and one not so safe one maybe)

slimes (pred or prey they can be both!)

edible clones (best way to remove extras is to eat them!)

high vore (they either got high from the prey or the pred was high and got munchy)

dinner dates (ending with an amazing prey dessert to finish off a successful date)

inexperienced/first time (weather it’s pred or prey is so good)

shy (either pred or prey struggle to ask.)

casual (just walk up to friend and say I want in. Or can I have a snack for a bit. Shrug and relax for an hour or two)

kidnapping (best way to ensure transportation and that they won’t get away)

object vore (from a small key to a fricken box tv. The bulges are always a fun plus)

Come and get it~ (pred ate item/person prey needs so they have to go down to get it)

sick (pred needs something to settle their stomach, or prey wants to hide away from the world and their troubles.)

comfort (help ground a pred during a panic attack. Help hide prey from anxieties)

A different form of love (other species licking and gently swallowing their loved ones as signs of affection.)

healing vore (stomach juices heal things alive and break apart anything dead.)

tough soft guy. (Scary/intimidating with a soft spot for one special prey.)

multiple prey (weather the pred was gluttonous or overwhelmed both are good.)

super willing and unwilling (pred excited to nom someone and they are not ok with it. And a super willing prey where the pred is somewhat worried/freaked out)

VIP (very important prey, gets a nice backstage show ending in a belly.)

sleep eating (pred had a nice dream about eating a marshmallow. Where’s their pillow/prey??)

another world (maybe somewhere where this is normal)

betrayal (prey gets gobbled up by friend and feels betrayed that they were nothing more than a meal/snack to who they thought they could trust.)

always close (pred hugging belly close or always having a hand over their precious cargo)

experiments! (Scientists doing things inside just because they are curious!)

overprotective (either pred or prey but they are possessive of their friend they aren’t allowed to be eaten by/eat anyone else!)

teasing (being charismatic or using double meaning words to get a snack or message across~)

domestic (a happy couple/ roommates sharing some nomes after cleaning together or getting things settled from the days adventures.)

robot (safely store items and prey at optimal temperatures and in a safe environment until threat has passed, or scans are completed, etc)

mine! (Hoarding things where NOONE can get to without their permission)

strings/equipment included (keeping prey on something to help them get out, though it may or may not fail depending on the pred)

demons deal (you got what you want and what they want in return is a nice meal~)

drink addition (prey floating in a drink and going down to their own special pool)

hot and cold (hot belly’s for cold days and cool belly’s for hot days)

It was an accident! (Took a tumble right down someone’s throat?! Or they didn’t notice someone in their drink)

Other:

Same size

half size

g/t

micro

cat size

willing

unwilling

squirming

switch

pred

prey

reformation

goopy/ painless digestion

fatal/perminant

oral

belly mouth

tail

Vore to endosoma

Half/full tour clean

dream vore

energy sapping

bulging stomach

hammer space stomach/ pocket dimension belly

#soft vore #safe vore #my stuff #my writing #fluffy vore #extreme cuddling #nonsexual vore #v.ore #digestion mention #roses ramblings #this got so long I’m so sorry #but also I hope this helps inspire people #this is also something for myself cause I’m tired of trying to find a big list and not getting one #reference #for later #hope you like it #vore tumblr #Feel free to add whatever you can an think of too! #this is just something to compile stuff #organization

[vornyfernz]

I am very much not normal, and I am unreasonably vorny today

Anyways, I had a neat little concept that knowing my autistic ass, will turn into an oc (or maybe two)

This is more so Horror vore if that makes sense? It’s less kinky than normal, more so just a fucked up story/idea.

Doctor pred but make it evil.

By day working as a doctor of some kind (Take your pick), by night, somewhere between a serial killer and a person driven mad by a desire for knowledge. Basically a mad scientist.

They look for specific targets, then kidnap them and devour them whole, getting blushy (And clearly turned on. They’d never admit that though) when their prey squirms and struggles, all while taunting and teasing them.

“Think about it this way- Hehehe! You’re making a wonderful contribution to medicine~ well.. a part of it at least-” They say, slapping their belly

Once their prey is done digesting, they spit up the bones and look at the damage on them, studying them for hours, and once they finish with their findings, they wash off the bones and donate them to science and medical research. At least some good comes of it…

Well… Besides the extra pounds you added to their waistline

Consider this my late Halloween contribution to the Tumblr vore kink community

#Cruel pred #soft vore #digestion #v0re #vore kink #implied fatal #vore digestion #same size vore #🌿fern munches🌿 #hi is this anything? Enjoy it anyways #Evil pred #Fucked up evil doctor goes eating people (Again) #Sfw dni #Leaving gender ambiguous

[koko-puffs-love]

FINALLY FINISHED THIS CREATURE!! Koko’s canon boyfriend is real

Snakey is cold, rude, a little self important, and VERY grumpy. You may think he sounds very unpleasant, but it’s balanced out by his squishable face! probably. He’s also VERY easily flustered, any affection will turn him absolutely red-faced and stuttering, but he’s super embarrassed about that and prefers to have the upper hand in situations. Also I forgot to put it on his ref but uh. Clearly he’s a scientist. And the top he’s wearing under the lab coat is a pajama shirt! He didn’t feel like changing.

Snakey is a big scary pred, clearly. He actually does swallow people whole to actually digest them, as that’s how he eats. Finally, a fatal pred on this blog. His first stomach makes his prey drowsy to minimize struggling, and his second stomach digests them. HOWEVER, he is able to keep prey in his first stomach only for safe nomming. He thinks Koko is weird for wanting to be nommed, but indulges anyways. eventually, though, He just starts nomming Koko as punishment for when they’re being “too annoying”

He is also a very unwilling prey on occasion, being the most frequent victim of Koko’s sudden hunger pangs. He gets very annoyed at them for it, but ultimately doesn’t mind the act too much… Until Koko falls asleep and he’s stuck in there for a few hours.

OK THATS ALL I HOPE U LIKE HIM. finally all my main vore ocs have refs now

#extreme cuddling #endosoma #sfw vore #nonsexual vore #nsx vore #e-a/t #swwh #eaten alive trope #swallowed whole #pred #vore oc #snakey

[pineappleparfaitie]

The fact i made Goop as the main pred of my blog and everyone is going for ablue haired scientist speaks wonders ngl

#sfw vore #safe vore #soft vore #nonfatal vore #pine ocs #pine txt #extreme cuddling #slime character #nonsexual vore #e a/t #endo safe #endosoma #swallowed whole #swwh

[cowardlysimon]

Cleaning up my Playstation rn and V/inder/man has such a long neck holy shit got me doing the idk

(thanks Alex for lifting your head so I could see his neck)

I'm so obsessed with him I keep following my friend around just so I can see every little detail on him bro.

the second I buy him I'm taking him into creative and making a vore map IMMEDIATELY.

he would be so nice if he ate you I swear. He could change his stomach so it would be comfortable for you too like DUDEE I hate when things are too warm and having it be cool in there while wrapped up in a blanket. I'm never leaving.

this is why I love robot preds so much also he's a scientist which makes me love him even more DAMNIT I JUZT NEED VIND/ERM/AN TO SWALLOW ME GRRAAAAAHH

I need that rn bro let me in

#cowardlyposting #soft vore #safe vore #sfw vore #nonsexual vore #willing vore #swwh #vorenite #someone make a fanfic I'm gonna die of cringe if i do it.

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

This time here is a Pred! Shockwave/Prey! Reader story. WARNING: angst, hurt/comfort, heavy atmosphere, psychological changes, difficult relationships. This work is quite dark, so why I wouldn't recommend it to kids; there is no violence, though. Inspired by Suzanne Vega's song "Undertow".

☄️Shockwave

You'll be ready.

Shockwave was sitting in his lab, his red eye focused on a bottle in front of him. It was full of liquid which would seem like a usual water for a random observer at first but, if you took a closer look, you would see pink glow coming through the thick glass. The lab sank in shadows; the only sources of light were a small lamp standing among other different devices on Shockwave's table, the named bottle - and the mech's optic which steady, unblinking gaze drilled through the viscous, somber atmosphere of the room.

He was tired.

The 'con had been working for month, but it was still too far from the goal. Of course, some problems had been already solved; of course, he had made a progress. But it wasn't enough. His fingers were slowly tapping on the smooth surface of the table as he watched the bubbles of air lazily rising up from the bottom of the bottle and noiselessly bursting when arriving at the border between the substance and the rest of the world. At least, now the liquid was stable and didn't try to blow up at any second...

He crossed his manipulators and put the head on them, continuing to stare at the result of his work; dark, heavy thoughts were running through his processor.

You found him exactly at this position. He heard you opening the door but didn't turned to greet you; although, his behaviour didn't offend you at all. Being with someone like Shockwave is hard; you have to get used to some things, especially, to lack of interaction. So, his acting told you he simply wasn't a talker that time. You sighed, then approached his workplace and climbed up on the desk using small stairs he was so nice to make for you when you started helping him. When you were on the top, you sat beside his gigantic figure, not touching (the scientist didn't like unexpected tactility) - but staying close to Shockwave, so he could reach you whenever he wanted.

At the Nemesis it was easy to lose a sense of time; there were moments you thought only the notes of experiments you and your partner did saved you from such fate. You looked at your watches - it was almost 1 a.m. (using human counting system).

Your tensed ears caught the mechanism on your wrist ticking audibly.

It could be worse...

- What's our status, doc?

You didn't remember when you started addressing him like that; he never tried to protest anyways. However, such privilege belonged only to you; one day when Knockout called him "Doc", the red mech was quite lucky to go away alive after a blast of energy aimed at his helm. The medic had been avoiding you two since then.

- Unchanged.

It was short, but the manner in which Shockwave spoke made you smile. You'd rather expected him to be cold and distant that night; so, his soft, welcoming tone became a pleasant surprise. After all, the ringing silence at this place seemed to be eating his nerve cables too.

You traced where his was looking, got up on your feet again and came to the bottle.

- May I? - Your rising arm froze as you glanced back at your lover, waiting for his permission.

He didn't make any attempts to stop you, so you took it as a "yes". The decepticon scientist had once said to you "If it's dangerous, I'll warn you; as for everything else, you're free". And it truly worked like that. You could even use the ground bridge and leave without saying anything - he wouldn't insist on you returning back. You hadn't ever done such things, though. No one even considered a possibility that Shockwave had any vulnerable spots in his spark; nevertheless such point of view was completely wrong. And keeping this in mind, you didn't go any further than a roof of the spaceship.

- Well, interesting... - You declared after some minutes of standing and peering exactingly into the transparent solution. - it's much... Safer, than previous combinations.

Shockwave listened to your voice, melodic sounds swimming in the gloomy air, turning into words. He wouldn't say it out loud, but now it was all he needed - just to hear you, to have you nearby. Well, at least, it didn't kicked in yet...

- Positive. - He responded, only because he had to. Shockwave wasn't ready for any serious conversations; his mind was totally fed up with formulas swirling there non-stop. The 'con didn't have a face to wrinkle, so he lowered his antennas in protest.

You understood.

- Uh... What's up, Mr. Twin-Brother-of-Soundwave? - His gaze slightly warmed up as you teased him; the mech knew you too well to think you really meant what you said. - This all has already boiled your microchips, hasn't it?

You walked to his lonely coral eye and stroked his digit, considering that it was enough time passed to make the first proper physical contact. The rough metal, scratchy and faded on the edges of the joints and claws, felt... familiar, nice. You struggled to figure out your emotions - none in your alliance stood out by exclusive sensitivity - although you clearly didn't want to break the touch. He neither.

Your looked up in the strawberry depth of the huge optic and leaned even closer, getting more and more courageous. He didn't back out as you embraced his short, solid neck, pressing an icy cheek against his throat and puffing right in his audio sensors.

- Thank you... - The scientist rumbled. His thunderous whisper made your body tremble.

- I got you... - You answered quietly, then granted your darling a long, but calm kiss, the only one he could agree at - when your cool, silky lips laid, motionless, upon his burning black-purple dermas, just being there...

...Long ago, left and forgotten on a dead home planet where every detail represented loss and tragedy, Shockwave learnt to live on his own. He felt betrayed... He couldn't trust anyone except himself anymore even if he wanted to. Passionate speeches about noble sacrifices for the good of all which hang on every remained wall meant nothing to him. He denied love, loyalty and friendship, and now when anyone tried to convince him he was mistaken it made the poor scientist recall in his memory the pain of Arcee's fire and the last flash of a space bridge closing before him, separating him from the whole society of other transformers for hundreds of years. None came to rescue a geek weirdo... Even Megatron preferred to not bother searching.

They actually ditched him. So, Shockwave gave himself to the only thing which could be with him no matter what - to his work. And although Megatron considered him dog-like, in fact, the scientist served to his own independent interests. ..

But in your tiny, brittle arms he was able to finally escape the world of sorrow and suffer he trapped himself into. You were different. You showed actions.

You risked your life to stay by his side...

Something shifted inside him as he heard your last phrase. A sharp, demanding pang cut through his entire being. So awful. So good.

It came. He wanted you. Right now.

Shockwave embaced you with his normal servo, pocking the sharp claws into your gentle flesh just a little, but enough to make you hiss. His affection inevitably hurt you - as well as your tenderness hurt him. You noticed how his ventilating became harsh and deep; his pulse fastened.

- I got you, boy... - Shockwave squeezed you tighter, as if you were about to run away. The mech's spark ached in agony; it was like there was a needle digging in its shining sphere, messing around and making it bleed.

A low, desperate growl came from under the desk.

- Open up for me.

He obeyed. Shockwave released you, letting you climb behind his chest plates in a gap between them and his neck. And there was it. The maw.

Nature played an ugly joke on your beloved doc - it built him so unreasonably strange and unique that it was horrible. A gun instead of a manipulator and a single eye were the least intimidating mutations. But how about a mouth in a throat? A black, salivating hole looking like a fresh wound, inviting you in with a wiggling, thin snake glossa?

Would you love it as much as any other part of this surrealistic creation?

Because he hadn't deserved less.

You let the agile tongue wrap around your ankles and hips, and get under your shirt. You were aware of what would happen next. The mech tasted his meal before devouring - nothing unusual. Unless it was revealed you were not a lifeless snack to him.

The glossa smeared you in viscous slime, hugged you till suffocation and set free, pulsating with temptation against your fragile skin. You didn't own your body anymore - it was his toy to play and savour... Fortunately, he had no teeth - or you would be cut into pieces instantly. Then the tongue easily rose you up and leisurely pulled your feet into the wet warmness of the "inner space". The muscles of Shockwave's esophagus desperately grabbed them and tagged further; you instinctively held your breath as you half-vanished in the abyss of the transformer's chassis. Crazy contrast between heat and cold made you dizzy. It was time to shut your eyes.

And the light was gone.

...........

His dry fueltank was large and innocently tender. The scientist hadn't used it much (if he used it at all). He preferred injecting energon directly into veins - such way was more effective in his opinion... In order to that, perhaps, you were the only thing ever coming here after decades. Everything was like at the first time you two did it - Shockwave's sparkbeat jumping hysterically above your head, harsh "breathing" trying to cool his overwhelmed systems down, a soothing presence of his hand caressing you through metal...

He felt broken. Again.

You snuggled into the violet alien flesh, drawing circles on its waving surface . It was much more intimate than sex. It was much more comforting than hugs. You knew he continued sitting like he did before you disappeared inside him, but now his servo stayed on his waist, grabbing it, rubbing it with repressed desperation. His abdomen, shocked by your presence, roared and churned, tiring and crushing you up - and endlessly, immensely loving you.

He loved you so much... He needed to swallow you whole to explain this feeling, to fulfill his needs. He was secretly starving for basic happiness and love all these freaking years of oblivion... So, wild, uncontrollable hunger grew in his character and completely replaced usual desires. The mech had to contain you within to finally escape the fear of you leaving him behind. And also, it was a single act Shockwave could commit to hold you so closely; to show how much you really mean to him. He trusted you to let him live. You trusted him to not dissolve you.

And you fondled, and kissed, and rubbed every inch of his growling "stomach"; it didn't take long for the organ to settle down, discovering your caring, light touch.

And time will pass until you both know this is a point of no return. People don't live forever like machines do. One day, he will let his natural instincts take over...

But you'll be ready.

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #transformers vore #transvoremers #hurt/comfort #agnst #Shockwave vore #tfp vore #difficult relationships #willing pred #willing prey

[jack-the-nibbler]

Being a borrower in a mad scientist’s lair, scavenging bits and pieces, having to avoid his gaze lest you become his pet, test subject, or even snack...

#vore talk #vore rambling #vore rambles #soft vore #nonfatal vore #safe vore #scientist pred #yes I am thinking about Dr. K again why do you ask #borrower prey #g/t #g/t vore

[gulkgulkgulkgulk]

Man made or Bio-engineered pred that proves most of the Time why you shouldn't play god (they WILL eat the scientists and the security guards even when fed(nobody was hurt))

#nonsexual vore #e a/t #e a/t talk #nsx vore #safe vore #unwilling prey

[vorefessing]

How about clown vore preds and mad scientist preds?

They’re good.. Clowns can be good preds and I love sciencey preds.

#nonconfession

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 19 - Replica

Length: 2100 words Vore type: M/M oral vore, willing prey Fandom: None Other info: furry robot pred, human prey Summary: There are certain benefits to befriending a mad* scientist Synth. And certain risks, but I'm sure it's fine. *Teq would surely argue that sanity is a meaningless concept to a robot, and therefore it cannot be lost (Synths are an open species created by Vader-San)

Sam blinked his eyes open; he was laying in some sort of cushioned tube, like the ones in Teq's lab. He tapped the glowing "exit" button and sat up, groggy. Around the tube was, well… Teq's lab. The practically second home of his Synth friend, the place was littered with tools, notes, and half-finished contraptions that it swore it had put in "the most efficient places possible." Today, the focus seemed to be around the biggest 3D printer Sam had ever seen, covered in papers with diagrams and measurements all over them.

Teq itself stood over its desk, presumably with even more complicated papers. [Oh, hello again Sam. Did you wake up well?] it asked, turning its head so its visor could "look" at him. Really, with its tail plugged into the wire hanging from the ceiling, Teq had seen Sam through every wall-mounted camera pointed near him, but he appreciated the familiar body language.

"Er, yeah, thanks for the makeshift bed, but I don't remember climbing in."

[Perfectly normal,] it replied, its electronic wink pulsing a mischievous yellow and blue, [seeing as you didn't.]

"Right, yeah, I remember some new scan you wanted to…" a yawn interrupted Sam, and he reached up in a big stretch, one that drew his attention to his outfit.

Or rather, his lack thereof.

"Teq, do you know why I'm naked?"

[Yes.]

Sam sighed. "Care to tell me?"

[Oh, absolutely!]

A few more seconds passed, and another sigh. "This stopped being funny the second time you did it."

The corners of the Synth's mouth pulled back in a grin, filled with its flat, blunt set of metal "teeth." [I wholeheartedly disagree! Buuuut it does wear thin quickly. Your clothes are folded over there,] it pointed towards a bench where, indeed, Sam's clothes sat, [but if everything goes well, you won't need them.]

"Uh-huh." Sam swung his legs out of the tube, grimaced when they touched the frigid floor, and reluctantly sat back down. "But I'll hear you out. What are you up to?"

[I've discovered a method to fork humans!] Teq said, its lights flashing like glittering gold. [Sinera contributed the magic part, since I am incapable of thaumic conductivity. Perhaps another day I will attempt to optimize away the safeguards she applied, but that requires many more tests.]

Sam rolled his eyes, smiling. "Is this leading up to a "I can't fork you if you're not naked" joke?"

Teq simply stuck out its metal, segmented tongue; Sam noticed that it was wetter than the Synth usually kept it. It crossed its arms and huffed, [well, not if you're going to take it away from me. I would like one more trial, however, before introducing a variable in participant.]

"Okay, so… forking is your "I'm being a funny computer" way of saying cloning, right? How many Sams are there running around right now?"

[One, if you count yourself.]

"Oh, so you failed, but you want to try again?"

Teq shook its head. [Every single trial has passed! It just… turns out having more than one active at a time causes problems. I won't elaborate.]

A sense of dread grew in Sam's chest. "So… so what happened to the others?"

[I ate them,] the Synth said simply, [accidentally scanning your browser history gave me a great idea, really, that reduces the net energy cost per test!]

"Am I-" Sam's breath caught in his throat, "- am I next?" He rose into a crouch, as though thinking he could run in a facility where the robot dragon controlled every machine and the doors.

[Ideally, yes, but you know how I am about consent forms for research participation.] Teq grabbed a few sheets of paper and flipped through them, likely more for dramatic effect than actually recalling information. [I was hoping for a nice, round 16, but if you would rather not, I can simply attempt to court a new subject. I'll keep you in the loop, of course.]

Sam shook his head and climbed out, gritting his teeth at the cold against his feet, and the distinct lack of anything keeping his body heat in. "Well, I'm glad to hear I can avoid you killing me by just telling you not to." He shivered. "Fuck, it's chilly in here."

[I have been keeping my internal spatial storage at 30 degrees Celsius,] the Synth offered, pointing one finger helpfully into its mouth, [and the path from intake to storage is of a similar temperature.]

Trying to keep his teeth from chattering, Sam stepped towards his clothes. "Is that supposed to convince me to let you eat me?"

[It was a convincing argument three times, though putting your clothes in your line of sight seems to have disrupted this trend.]

The man stopped and turned. "Three times? Wouldn't I remember?"

Teq stepped closer, but remained at a short distance. [Moreso than I anticipated, which is an annoyingly convincing argument towards the existence of souls - I might be out a few hundred bucks. But still, scarcely more than the character in that game you played last night remembered if you asked hir to use hir tail, penis, or mouth to eat your character.]

Sam nearly jumped with shock, but his blush meant his face, at least, didn't feel cold. "H-how did you-"

[Fifth trial, you used it as an analogy to your situation while sitting inside me.] It winked at him, the dotted oval briefly changing into a lit-up caret. [However, I only possess a mouth. Perhaps for later experiments or leisure…]

Sam crossed his arms, and walked up to it. "Fifteen times?" Teq nodded. "You're not telling me a lower number to trick me into agreeing to more?"

[Nor am I lying with a higher number to imply a greater confidence of success,] it agreed. [I chose this method of… duplicate prevention to increase the odds of your cooperation and to avoid a mess. I supect I will use its appeal to attract a new test subject after one final successful run.]

An uneasy look crossed the man's face. "I… hadn't thought of the "higher number" thing until you brought it up." He sighed, and looked at Teq's draconic face. "Please be honest again: did I enjoy being swallowed and, uh… whatever you did to me?"

[Yes, unless you lied to me about it. I did not see utility in attempting to discern that.] It looked away with its hand on its chin, as though thinking. [With the exception of an unfortunately uncomfortable entrance. If you decide to go one more time, I will eat you feet-first to prevent this.]

"…alright. Load up that consent doc, Teq."

[Thank you~!] it replied, with a small jingle. Its facial display showed a text document, and its upturned eyes soon faded from view. [You know the deal, read carefully, button at the bottom. Basically the same thing you've done for other experiments, just with a different procedure name.]

"Yeah, yeah…" Sam muttered, flicking his finger along the display. Text scrolled by far too fast to read, but at least it didn't take long to reach the indicated button. One tap later, and the document vanished, soon replaced by Teq's familiar eyes. "Okay, so now do I- gah!"

There was a clicking noise as Teq extended its tail, curled it behind Sam's legs and back, and then gently pushed the man back onto it. Sam immediately stiffened, anticipating a similar chill, but whatever Teq had done to keep its insides heated had somewhat extended to its tail - while definitely not warm by any measure, it was… better than room temperature. He was jolted out of his thoughts by a much greater heat around his feet and ankles. Looking down, Sam was greeted by the view of his synthetic friend's head by his knees, and the inside of its mouth visible in small gaps.

[Are you okay?] Teq asked. It took Sam a second to remember that, although the Synth usually moved its mouth while talking, it technically just used speakers. He nodded, and Teq's tail smoothly drifted closer, feeding more of his legs into the warm faux-throat. Once most of his thighs were gone, a quiet whirring accompanied a new sensation: like a massage chair, rolling pressure constantly pushed at his legs from all sides, coaxing him down.

When the heat of Teq's mouth and throat washed over his upper thighs and exposed balls, Sam flushed red and quickly covered himself with his hands. The Synth's eyes - and even its display background - tinted pink, and, teasing him, it remarked, [I guess I should ignore that rather than… encouraging you. Good to see you continue to enjoy this.] Its tail pushed him forward, and its throat changed from a gentle pull to more of a controlled slide.

With everything below his chest fully inside Teq's gullet or deeper, Sam realized he could kick around a little, and that it felt like paddling through a thick liquid. Teq offered no time to think about what that meant - not that Sam needed much - and the man soon found his world dark as the Synth shut its mouth past his head, while the bottom of its "stomach" soon forced his legs to curl up. Moments later, all of him was sitting in the strange, dark hot tub, with luckily enough room to keep his head above the liquid.

[How was it?]

"Very… relaxing," Sam decided, "although, I think I expected more of a swallowing motion than the constant slide."

[Interesting… I will keep that in mind when we do this in the future, assuming further successful tests.]

"When, not if?" He laughed, and tried to pat Teq's insides, but found that the liquid seemed thicker, and harder to move through. "Getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?"

[I have a measured 100% success rate at talking you down my throat,] it pointed out, [and with a similar frequency of arousal, I expect you to ask it of me, especially once the process is further refined. Plus, you may want better footage than security camera video.]

"…fair enough. I definitely want a copy of those."

[And you'll have it. Goodbye now, Sam. I'll see an earlier you in a few minutes.]

The man didn't get the chance to think about what that meant.

--

Sam blinked his eyes open; he was laying in some sort of cushioned tube, like the ones in Teq's lab. He tapped the glowing "exit" button and sat up, groggy. Around the tube was, well… Teq's lab. The practically second home of his Synth friend, the place was littered with tools, notes, and half-finished contraptions that it swore it had put in "the most efficient places possible." Today, the focus seemed to be around the biggest 3D printer Sam had ever seen, covered in papers with diagrams and measurements all over them.

Teq itself stood over its desk, presumably with even more complicated papers. [Oh, hello again Sam. Did you wake up well?] it asked, turning its head so its visor could "look" at him. Really, with its tail plugged into the wire hanging from the ceiling, Teq had seen Sam through every wall-mounted camera pointed near him, but he appreciated the familiar body language.

"Er, yeah, thanks for the makeshift bed, but I don't remember climbing in."

[Perfectly normal,] it replied, its electronic wink pulsing a mischievous yellow and blue, [seeing as you didn't.]

"Right, yeah, I remember some new scan you wanted to…" a yawn interrupted Sam, and he reached up in a big stretch, one that drew his attention to his outfit.

Or rather, his lack thereof.

"Teq, do you know why I'm naked?"

[Synthesizing clothes around a body would have posed an unnecessary challenge and risk.] It turned, walked over, and offered a hand out of the tube. [Say, do you know anyone else who would want to be eaten by a Synth? For once, some external bias in selection would be welcome.]

Sam took the hand and cringed at the chill of the floor; helpfully, Teq pointed him to a pile of his clothes on a nearby bench. "I… maybe? Wait, what do you mean anyone ELSE?" he asked while putting on some protection from the lab's temperature.

The yellow and blue smiling eyes returned as Teq handed him a USB stick. "I could tell you directly, but I think it will be much more fun for you to find out looking through these files."

#voretober #furry #anthro #human #synth #furry dragon #furry robot #furry pred #dragon pred #synth pred #human prey #willing prey #digestion #v/ore #v.ore #vorefic #writers on tumblr #writing #text

[warmeclair]

Must have been worth it

Tags: Male pred, Female prey, Fatal vore, Implied fatal, Angst, Labs, Experiment pred, Messed up science, Cruel observers, Hunger, Painful hunger, Mention of blood, Unwilling prey

This was literally written on a whim. Proceed with caution

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Hunger.

It was an overwhelming hunger.

It hurt.

The acids burned his stomach and threatened to rip him apart. He was so hungry. He needed food.

The forced smile on his face could only hide his expression of pain.

Triv whined and he held himself as he lay on the ground. He tasted his own blood as his hunger only got worse. The lab had never been kind to him but this was a new kind of cruel.

That’s when he saw the scientists approaching. He quickly sat up but he felt too weak to stand. They didn’t have any food with them so there was no telling what they wanted. But if the pain went on, he would probably die. He felt like he was dying.

“Experiment 707231” one of the male scientists said.

Triv hated being called that, it was dehumanizing. He wasn’t a person to these people. He was an experiment, a number, an animal. A tool.

“What do you want?” He scowled. He tried his best to not sound like he was suffering. Those scientists probably already knew he was. But he would be damned if he gave them the satisfaction of seeing that.

“We have a special treat for you,” The scientist said. Masked people dragged a woman in. “This is Amanda, she has been caught trying to commit treason against this fine establishment” the scientist explained. The masked people then tied her to a chair and put her in a barrier that lay between the scientists and Triv. She was safe, for now. “Now you can’t have her just yet….we need some more information from her”

Triv looked at the woman, or in the lab’s eyes, the traitor. The woman had brown hair that was tangled, blue eyes that had the life drained out of them, and black glasses that had cracked lenses. She also had bruises covering her body and a notable one on her face. To say this woman was worse for wear would be an understatement.

However, the thing that interested Triv the most was that she looked delicious. He hated that he thought that but he couldn’t help it. He was so hungry and she was like a fine piece of meat waiting for him.

“Let me go, you can’t do this to me, you bastards!” Amanda cried out. She tried to struggle out of the chair. Of course that got her nowhere. Triv recognized those restraints, the lab had used them on him before he had gotten too strong.

Amanda was questioned but she refused to answer anything. It was respectable in a way that she stayed somewhat strong even in what would most likely be her final moments. Then again Triv had no idea if they were actually going to give him this woman. His stomach hoped they would, it made that clear as it growled. The pain was also worse.

After about five minutes it was clear Amanda had thinned the scientists’ patience. “There is no more worth in this one, lower the barrier,” a woman who was wearing a black suit said. Triv had only seen the woman one other time and that was when he had first arrived at the lab.

“No!” Amanda fought so hard against the restraints that they started to dig in deep enough to cut her skin. This only excited Triv’s stomach.

The barrier was lowered, which meant Triv had full access to her now. He had no control over his next few actions. He stood up and then darted to her before ripping her out of the chair as if those restraints had been made of string. He held her by the arms as he drooled. He needed her.

“Wait! I have a family, I have a life, please don’t take that from me.” Tears formed in her blue eyes that had one final spark of hope.

Triv blankly stared at the woman. The longer he looked the harder it was to try and justify the reasons why he shouldn’t eat her. Sure what she said was probably true but the fact was that Triv had no idea of who she really was. It was clear the two shared a common enemy but he didn’t know if she was genuinely a good person.

Then, he felt a pain in his stomach so strong that he almost let go of the woman. His eyes squeezed shut and he took a deep breath, he looked at her and spoke

”I wish I cared”

Triv sounded cold, but in reality, he meant it. He wished he could care, he wished he could see this woman for more than his next meal. But he couldn’t.

Amanda’s expression fell as she came to terms with the fact that he would not let her go. She let out a shaky sob before closing her eyes so she would not have to see what would happen next.

Triv couldn’t wait any longer so he shoved her arms into his mouth. She tasted amazing, like a slightly salty caramel that melted in the mouth. He tried to take it slow so he could savor her taste but his stomach was impatient so he had to take heavy gulps so that she could reach it faster. First, it was her arms, then her head, then the rest of her upper body until he finally got past the legs. With a final swallow, he finally had her.

The pain had gone away and was now replaced by a comfortable fullness. Triv hated how he enjoyed the feeling. Still, there was nothing that he could do about that now. He rubbed his distended belly as he felt it gurgle beneath his fingers. He could also feel Amanda, or he supposed now his meal, struggling.

”Wasting no time to break down the poor thing?” Triv thought to himself.

Now that he had his normal line of thinking back, he realized that all of the people on the other side of his glass enclosure had been watching the entire time. It disgusted him to think that they might have been using this also to study him more.

“Maybe I should charge you all for viewing next time” He sarcastically stated. He wished he could make some other facial expression.

No one replied to him. “That’s all for now, everyone is dismissed. Leave the experiment to itself” The suited woman said before everyone left to go back to their other tasks, whatever that might have been.

Triv sighed in relief before going over to his cot. He felt drowsy, sometimes meals did this to him. He laid down and felt the weight of his own stomach pin him down. She had been smaller than him but still big enough for it to be clear she was there. Though, she wouldn’t be there much longer.

“I hope whatever it was you did, it was worth something” He ran his hand over his stomach as he slowly began to fall asleep.

#v.ore #implied fatal #implied digestion #tw fatal vore #soft vore #v0re #vore story #male pred #female prey #unwilling vore #fatal vore

[koko-puffs-love]

are there any scientists who also happen to be preds who wanna eat me. please please please please please please please please please please please please pl

#:333

[safety-writes-noms]

Miguel vore hcs

— You cannot tell me this man is not a pred. It’s impossible. Whoever designed his fangs knew what they were doing. i think he’d be a kinda unwilling pred at first, he’s not too eager at the idea of nomming prey if he doesn’t know them well or it’s not something he’s familiar with.

If he’s feeling really stressed out, then he might go to someone he trusts and knows well and nom them for comfort. He secretly likes working with someone tucked away since it feels nice. Plus he knows he won’t get hungry if he has someone inside, so that’s one less thing to worry about while he works.

I doubt he’d ever nom anyone without making sure it’s completely safe. He’s probably done hundreds of tests on his own body (it’s the scientist in him).

Would he go for protection vore? Yes. He’s got an injured person on his hands? He’s got a safe and comfy place to put them while he deals with a threat. Or maybe he’s protecting the person he nommed from doing something incredibly stupid.

“…That’s a really dumb idea,”

“No, we’re not doing it. What d’you mean you’re doing it anyway?? Come back, you idiot! You’re going to get yourself killed! Dios mío…get over here. Nompf — gulp. I’ll take care of it by myself,”

i don’t think he’d immediately go to gulping down the person as his first impulse to get them out of a dangerous situation. He’d go through all of his options and if it happens to be the best one he has at the moment, he’ll do it. But if he has the choice of not having to resort to nomming and has other options, he probably won’t do it. He understands it’s pretty terrifying even if he repeatedly assures the person that it’s completely safe.

He’s a huge guy so downing prey def isn’t too much for a challenge for him. He likes the pleasant feeling of being full. He might enjoy mouth play, but not to the extent of actually hurting the person.

Would he be mean? Depends on who you are, if you’re an innocent civilian or injured spider person, he’ll give you a quick rundown on what he’s doing and why. I kinda doubt he’d just swallow you without any sort of explanation unless he’s in an hurry or he’s stressed out and running on spider instincts.

If you’re an anomaly, he’ll probably bite you and paralyze you before sending you down. No warning, most likely won’t try to be gentle. Then he’d cart you back to hq and spit you out in the go home machine or in one of his cell holders. Or just enjoy the feeling of being comfortably full for a hour or so before spitting the anomaly out.

there’s a low chance he’ll actually ask anyone if he can eat them since it’s a bit of an awkward question and mig is more emotionally constipated than a bear without laxatives. Unless you offer, he’ll probably never ask. Poor guy thinks he doesn’t deserve it.

Slowly, he’ll become more comfortable asking some people (the one’s he’s close with/protective of). I like the idea that his spider instincts don’t urge him to nom just because he’s hungry, but because he has this instinctual need to protect and be as close as physically possible to that person.

one of his biggest fears is losing control of his instincts and hurting someone on accident. If it does happen, his instincts are mostly focused on protection and nothing else. It’s still a part of him. Of course it’s hard to communicate that to someone while he’s in that feral state, so it’s likely he’ll scare them as he’s trying to nom them. I can’t imagine the guilt he’d feel when he gets out of that state and feeling someone panicking inside. Esp if it’s their first time and they don’t know they’re safe.

#Mig//uel o’h//ara #At//sv vore #Mi//guel headcanons #sfw vore #extreme cuddling #nonsexual vore