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(Giving A) Pass On

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Soft, safe, clean vore from the POV of the prey. Tiny manages to talk Giant into some willing fearplay. Contains mouthplay, foodplay, fluff, a lot of friendly teasing, and (of course) fearplay. Alternate title is “Karla is the ultimate disgusting vore trash and proud of it”. References Trompement but isn’t the direct sequel. 6.4k+ words

It's obvious why a predator would enjoy fearplay (including consensual), but why would the prey want to be scared? I’ve also long been on the fence regarding digestion, and wrote this piece to address both of my questions. Been working on it on and off for a couple years, posting as a birthday present to myself.

Warning! The vore is soft/safe/clean/willing but they're play-acting an unwilling/soft digestion scenario where the predator is a (sapient) dragon.

—————————————————————————————————– “Karla?”

“Hmm?” She wasn't really paying attention, shuffling through the mess of papers around her on the coffee table. One of them somewhere had her scrawled steps from question 5 and she'd thought she was done with them, but her answer to question 19 made no sense and-

“Karla.”

“What?” Couldn't he see that she was busy?

“Karrrlaaaaa~”

“What!?” the woman snapped, not looking at him. “I'm busy studying because – unlike you – I have actual exams!”

“Yeah, about that.”

The tiny tried to ignore him but failed when, with a startled yelp, she was swung up into the air by her feet with her arms dangling above her head. “I’m busyyyyy,” Karla whined, looking at the upside-down human.

“With your studies, I know. But your birthday’s coming up after finals, right?”

Her eyes lit up. “You’re making a cake again!?” Oh, playing with that thing had been so much fun...

“Well, yeah, but that’s not what I wanted to say.” Rikard’s head tilted and he set Karla back down on the table. “You’ve been helping me a lot with all my assignments and it’s taking up your study time even though you’re the one at risk of getting kicked out and I’m really proud of you for that and I wanted-” he got out in a rush, nearly tripping over his words, “-wanted to do something nice to celebrate you doing so well in your exams. And, well, I was thinking...” he looked away, twisting his hands together, “you've never outright said it but you've kinda dropped hints which made me wonder if... if you wanted me to try to be scary the next time we have a snack together.”

She clapped her hands to her mouth, eyes shining. “You really mean it!?” Karla squealed in astonished joy.

“But you have to ace all your exams first!” Rikard said in a rush, “I really mean it, not even a single percent off!”

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Rikard waited patiently outside the entrance to the facility, pointedly avoiding meeting the eyes of the few passersby, who politely averted their own gaze in return. Were it any other department, a nonstudent would have their presence questioned, but new admissions learned quite quickly that it was better not to know when it came to Life Studies.

He didn't have to wait long before Karla rushed out of the smaller door, squealing his name. "Rikard! I did it I did it I diiiiiid it!~" she trilled.

He rolled his eyes. “Just so you know, this is the closest I've ever come to hoping you'd bomb a test.”

“You promised!” Karla stuck her tongue out at him, clutching her graded paper to her chest happily and practically dancing in place with excitement. “So that means no take-backs!”

Smiling fondly, he helped her up into his breast pocket. "Let's go figure out what to have for dinner, sweetheart."

She cackled manically, unable to hold still on the way back to their shared apartment. The moment the door closed behind them, she waved the document in the air, "Stick it on the fridge," the tiny yelled, "I want to be able to remember this!"

Rikard did so, humming to himself as he picked up Karla and held her close to his face. "I have a couple ideas how we could do this. How about the 'dragon captured a princess' trope?"

"I hardly need to act for that one," Karla grinned, "but sure, it can't be any dumber than those stupid pulp novel plotlines you'd find at a used book store."

Instead of a reply, the human gave her face a teasing flick of his tongue and grinned.

“Ew, gross!” She laughed, turning her head and playfully pushing at his tongue. “Is that really how a princess ought to be treated?”

“Oh, it's going to be a lot more gross where you'll end up.” He grinned at her, brown eyes twinkling with mischief as Rikard licked his lips for emphasis. “And being a meal is hardly dignified, but 'death by dragon' would make for a pretty badass epitaph, don't you think?”

“True, but it's just not dramatic enough for me.” Karla stretched out a leg to poke his chin with her shoe. She lounged in the human's hand, splaying the back of her own hand against her forehead as if about to faint. “Oh noes,” she said in a quavery voice, “I'm so delicate and frail in my regal nobility, doomed to be nothing more than lizard kibble. Oh please please ple~he~hease, won't someone help me?” The borrower cracked open an eye to see he was watching her, bemused. “I know you don't like begging, but would you let me indulge just a little?”

The corners of his lips twitched, fighting a smile, before conceding with a toothy grin. “If the delicious-” He winked, “- I mean, delicate princess has the strength to be a squirmy little snack as well.”

“Yes!” Karla pumped her fist triumphantly before throwing her arms around his thumb and hugging as tightly as she could. “This is gonna be awesome!” She clapped her hands together eagerly. “You don’t have to do a ‘voice’, but maybe work in a few angry noises after you swallow? Snarl a couple times, and those happy grumbles your stomach greets me with will sound all feral instead of welcoming.”

“I know I probably won't be quite as scary as you want, let alone too scary, but,” he poked her in the ribs gently, sober faced with a hint of concern shining through the hunger in his eyes, “you'll still let me know if it's too much?”

“Idiot.” She slugged the offending finger, but smiled as she did so. Even if he 'only' cared for her as a friend, he was still one of her best. “I'll say, um...” Damn. Safe words should be completely unrelated to the roleplay, but she didn't really know where they'd be going with their game just yet. “... bagel?” Karla finished with a shrug.

“More food?” Rikard chuckled, shaking his head slowly.

“Are you saying you have an issue with the most versatile of breakfast foods?” Karla said, pressing a hand to her chest as if absolutely horrified by the thought, then she chuckled, “I was thinking something sweeter, like an eclair, but that wouldn't be fair-” Karla smirked at her rhyme, “-since that would take my place as dessert.” Her eyes narrowed further and she smiled coyly up at him. “Speaking of... I was thinking of some very specific dishes that would be perfect for this game of pretend.”

Rikard grinned broadly. “Oh, really? You know I'm not picky since you go with everything.”

Karla stuck out her tongue at him, but he only chuckled and licked his lips again. Rolling her eyes, she continued, “I was thinking some kind of meat – for the smell, of course – and definitely mashed potatoes for the sense of being surrounded by half-digested prey.”

He grimaced in distaste. Acting as if he was a predator solely concerned with filling its belly was one thing if necessary to save someone, and he'd let himself be talked into pretending for his friend, but Rikard was squeamish about pretending to have digested someone else, even if that 'someone' had never existed, was made up.

“Aww, come on!” Karla whined upon seeing his expression, clasping her hands in front of her face pleadingly, “Just this once? We'll both have safe words so we're not crossing anybody's boundaries. I really want to try and know what it would feel like, that rush of adrenaline as I'm sucked down the throat of a hungry predator.” She patted his palm gently, working on a hopeful smile. “It would work in everything you love about having a tiny snack~”

His friend made a good point, a very good point. This tiny wasn't just willing to struggle and play-fight; she wanted to pretend to be the unwilling prey of a predator who saw her only as an easy meal. Rikard couldn't for the life of him understand the appeal of such a fantasy, but it meant she'd kick and flail and squirm the entire way down to his full and churning gut. She could probably even be convinced to rub his belly while she was in there.

So he sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Alright, alright. I'll see if I can still remember how monsters take their supper.”

“Great!” Karla made the series of hops down to the floor, skipping into the kitchen. “I'll start peeling the potatoes!”

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They didn’t talk much, having established over the past couple of years which cooking responsibilities could be shared, and which must be performed by that person in particular. Karla kept humming nonsense to herself, too excited to stick to any one theme.

Rikard awkwardly stirred the sheep gravy, his attention on the flickering crystal of fire magic embedded in the burner. Kerogen was too expensive for use outside of Null Zones, and the less said about Karla's foray into pyromancy, the better. Those expense justification forms had been incredibly annoying, but when he’d suggested to the office jockey that they supervise her attempts... That poor guy only recently got out of therapy; Rikard sent him a card as apology.

Making sure not to accidentally drop hot gravy on his tiny friend, he ladeled the sauces into serving bowls, carrying them to the table while watching his feet carefully. He hadn’t yet stepped on any of his borrower friends - or any smaller beings in the city - but one couldn’t be too cautious.

He held out a serving spoonful for Karla to take from with her own serving spoon, waiting until she’d filled her plate.

The tiny kept shooting strange looks at him while she ate.

“What are you staring at?” he asked nervously.

“Nothing,” she replied with a grin, “just thinking about how I can't wait for dessert.”

Rikard glanced away with a faint flush, prodding at his mashed potatoes in embarrassment.

'Nothing' wasn't entirely true; Karla had been watching his throat bob as he swallowed each bite, dwelling on how fascinatingly anonymous such an action was; unless you'd seen what went into his mouth you'd have essentially no clue what was being sent on its way into his gut.

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“Phew, I think I just about hit my limit.” Rikard wiped his face with a napkin. “You done eating, honey?”

Karla whooped, bounding across the table to stand on his plate. “Yup, I’m good. Let’s do this thing!”

He shook his head in amusement. “Don’t you forget - ‘bagel’.”

“Pft,” she waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, just be as absolutely monstrous as you can.”

“Hmm, okay.” The human nodded. “I’ll try and get the scene set up.”

She squeed wordlessly, clapping her hands together and vibrating with excitement.

“The dragon lets out a mighty roar as the last of the princess' valiant would-be-saviors is sealed inside its bulging gut. Distortions ripple wildly against its flank as the knights continue their battle deep within the beast, their cries of defiance and shouts of exhortation muffled by the thick slabs of muscle hidden beneath its bright scales.” Rikard patted his full stomach, shooting a boyish grin at Karla.

She leaned forward, eyes lighting up as she narrated back, legs swinging idly off the side of the table, “Tears stream from the princess' eyes as she mourns the knights. Though she knows neither names nor faces, every brave soul who has wound up as dragon kibble is etched into her memory – whether they be knight, peasant boy, treasure-seeker, or husband-intended – and she shall remember them to the end of her days.”

Rikard stuck out his tongue as far as he could and slowly licked his lips, grinning at how cartoonish he must have looked. “That day may be coming sooner than the princess expects, for while the dragon had tended to his royal captive for many months, it had grown tired of using her as bait. You see,” he managed a comically dark chuckle, “it knew that eventually the rescue attempts would cease, and though this batch of knights was well-equipped, there were far fewer of them than the dragon was used to feasting upon; at first, it had been too bloated to fly – and almost to walk – after hunting down the entirety of a rescue party, and would block the cave with its massive body so the princess could not wander while it slept off its meal. While the knights – finally beginning to succumb to the acids and the stomach walls grinding them against each other – were a filling meal, it is thinking fondly of dessert.”

“The princess gives a single dignified –” Karla paused, managing to work up a few tears, which she blotted while sniffling, “– sob, and resigns herself to another night of confinement. But then the dragon turns its head to face her, and she sees that the ferociously hungry glint in its eyes has not dimmed in the slightest. It sidesteps towards her and...” Karla took a step back for a leap onto Rikard's gut, “pins her to the wall with its muscly flank so the burbles and groans from the digesting knights echo through her body.”

“Careful, honey,” he hissed a breath through his teeth, wincing, “I think I really did eat too much.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, and slowly eased down until her body was draped over his stomach, ear pressed flat against the fabric of his shirt. “I guess I'll just have to listen to your dinner start to digest while I wait for your stomach to make room.” Perfect. Everything would be churning around wildly by the time she'd be added to the mix. Karla glanced up at her friend with a mischievous smirk. “How kind of the dragon to give his princess advance notice of what to expect when she arrives at her new home.”

Rikard sighed in exasperation, rolling his eyes, but decided to humor her. “A courteous host would apologize for the 'royal' mess all those knights have left it, but it's just so hungry it's afraid she'll have to add the finishing touches herself.” He carefully set his hand over her, applying just a hint of pressure to help add to the illusion she'd described.

“Mm, that could be taken more than one way,” she noted with a solemn nod, snuggling contentedly between his palm and gut, gently massaging his belly in a broad circle.

“Of course!” he said brightly, “there's no excuse for being sharp with royalty, even if she's being featured in a dragon's feast. An elegant lady such as the princess deserves special treatment, since she'll put a fine shine on the dragon's mighty horns, just like the knights are currently being processed into its glimmering scales.” Rikard concluded with a solemn nod, “It would be utterly disrespectful to treat her as some ordinary everyday snack.”

“Sounds about right,” Karla agreed, “since I'm- er, she is an incredibly fancy dessert, and I'm sure the hungry dragon appreciates just how rare a delicacy she is. One final knight, still clinging to life, gasps with his final breath, 'I'm sorry m'lady...' before sinking lifelessly down into the boiling chyme.”

She could feel him tense up and frowned to herself, why did her friend have to be so blasted squeamish? They were just words, nobody was getting hurt, and she'd outright asked him to be all scary when he ate her. If anyone, she should be the concerned party, role-playing as an innocent maiden about to be consumed and promptly digested. “Fiiiiine, I'll tone it down a notch,” Karla grumbled. “Can I at least fight your attempts to put me in your mouth, then?”

“I'm not chasing you around the house, Karla. Buuuut,” he scooped her up between his hands and set her back on the table, “it's not like the princess can run anywhere now, can she?” Loosely encircling her with his fingers, he grinned broadly. “So as long as you're careful not to knock out my teeth, sure thing.” The man very slowly licked his lips, noticing how her eyes tracked the movement. “So I'm sorry there's not enough room for you yet, hon, but you can't blame me for wanting a taste, can you?”

Gently pinning her arms beside her, he leaned forward and very slowly licked up her body. “Hahaha noooo stoppit that tickles!” Shrieking a laugh, Karla flailed, unable to prevent his tongue from reaching all the way up to her face.

Pulling away, Rikard smacked his lips happily and grinned back at her. “Have I told you you're absolutely delicious?”

“Lots of times, and hah! If you think flattery can get you out of this, you're mistaken, buster!” Karla pointed dramatically. “You'll never know if that inconvenient itch is natural or mage-induced, and you won't be able to prove I did it anyways!” An idle threat – at least today – but it was one she'd seriously considered, a countermeasure to any mischief he might ever try.

“I won't?~” The human very slowly raised a single eyebrow then suddenly ducked down to nip her arm, teeth snagging at her wrist.

The tiny first yelped in shock, attempting to pull her left hand out. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened. Narrowing her eyes, she pried at his lower lip, grumbling, “You. Are. Cheating!” His teeth parted after a moment and Karla braced her feet to tug herself free, but was instead sucked forward up to her shoulder with a loud slurp followed by several quieter, gentler ones. The back of her head was right beside his nose, making it all but impossible to glare in his eyes. As was, his breath was loud in her ears and warm down her back. Karla called up to him, clenching the hand in his mouth into a fist, “Are you going to keep being a tease or are you going to finally get around to eating me?”

He drew in a slow breath, swirling his tongue around her arm, before parting his teeth just enough for Karla to finally draw her arm out, nearly falling over. Rikard's tongue dragged across her skin the entire time and when her arms emerged it was coated with saliva. She glared from it to him as he let out a just-as-slow breath in a pleased hum.

“Congratulations, princess,” Rikard licked his lips again with a wicked grin, leaning forward even more to breathe potato-and-gravy breath over her, “you've aced the dragon's grueling taste test. Graduation will be the most agonizing hour of the princess' life, but then she'll never have to worry about pain ever again; the dragon will keep her safe in the best way it knows how. It backs away, still keeping her cornered and brings its head around, breathing in a long breath as it inhales her scent.”

Karla stood up straight with a grin. “As the dragon's massive jaws part in front of her and its tongue lolls out expectantly, she shies from its rank breath. Still unsuspecting, the princess assumes it is simply bragging again, and bats at its snout.” She rapped both her fists against Rikard’s nose, sticking her tongue out teasingly.

“It bares its fangs in a crocodile smile, strands of sticky drool clinging to its sharp teeth. The princess really should be more concerned with its tail at the moment.” As he spoke, Rikard knocked his pinky against her calves, catching her with his other hand as he swept one of her legs up into his mouth. “Becaush i’sh roo’ ‘o ea’ wish your hansh.”

She dangled from his lips, staring at the upside-down room grumpily. “I'm gonna get dizzy from this, y'know!” Karla complained. Feeling his fingers gently pinch her free ankle, pulling her left leg up beside her right to pop it into his mouth as well, she folded her arms and huffed sullenly. “You're supposed to be a fat greedy stupid dragon, why are you dragging this out so much?” She scowled at his hand as it slipped behind her back, propping her up to where she could look in his eyes again.

They glinted with mischief as Rikard slowly and deliberately sucked on her legs before mumbling around them, “'ragon'sh not shupi', knowsh i' only gesh 'o ea' her onesh. Going 'o shavor you shlow. Gif prinshesh a niiiiishe an rela'shing 'rip in'o ish belly.”

Slurp. Karla yelped and would have fallen over at the jolt if she weren't already flat on her back. She could feel that his lips were now at her thighs and, spying the tendril of drool leaking out the side of his mouth, grinned wildly. Oh, it is on. She hooked an arm around one of his fingers and tried pulling a leg free, yelping in surprise when she felt the pressure of his teeth on either sides of her knee. That dorky grin of his grew upon realizing that she now knew exactly how this was about to go down.

His teeth parted as he drew her slightly into his mouth with his tongue. Whenever Karla managed to pull a millimeter or two of spit-soaked jeans back out, Rikard's hand only pushed her further into his maw, teeth barely dimpling her skin. She pulled, and he pushed, the end result being that more and more of her disappeared into his mouth as time went on.

The loud slurping and sucking sounds were gratuitous and over-the-top, but they were for her benefit. When he'd confessed that she was, indeed, his favorite tiny snack, she'd been expecting to hear that she tasted like some kind of fancy dessert, like marzipan or the richest and most decadent chocolate. Instead, Karla had her flavor compared to a dusty old tome. How was 'rotting book' supposed to be a compliment? Clearly Rikard didn't consider it an insult, given the expression of lazy satisfaction on his face as he licked at her like she was a piece of hard candy, eyes half closed and unfocused, fully intent on savoring every last inch of her.

When his teeth grazed her midsection Karla let go of her friend's hand, trusting Rikard to support her so she could place her hands on his lips. Grunting with effort, she pushed as hard as she could, trying to wriggle free, legs beating against a tongue that seemingly effortlessly shoved them about.

“Mmn nnn nnn,” he hummed with a roguish smirk, each suck now a powerful jolt threatening to dislodge her grip. Finally she felt that surge of adrenaline as her heart rate sped up, experiencing what would be a prey's final glimpses of the outside world while the hungry predator teased its desperate morsel, playing with its food.

Muttering, “Gimme a sec,” under her breath just loudly for him to hear, Karla squirmed around so that she was face down. She wasn't sure Rikard had heard her at first, but sure enough the strong tugs slowed, though the jerk didn't stop licking at her, absolutely coating her lower body with the copious amount of drool pooling in his mouth.

“The princess turns to bid farewell to the sun, descending below the horizon in a beautiful blaze of colors as surely as she would soon descend into the beast's gullet.” All the light in the room was artificial, as the real sunrise ended early in the mountains, but it didn't matter one bit to Karla's vivid imagination. “Goodbyeeee, cruel world,” she wailed theatrically as she watched his tongue snake around her outstretched arm, drawing her fully into his mouth, her fingers making one last snatch at the air before they, too, disappeared behind his lips.

Rikard nibbled playfully at her as she settled down on his tongue lengthwise and signaled that it was now his turn to have a little bit of fun. It wasn't entirely selfish of her to relax languidly against his bumpy tongue as he tasted her; all of that saliva welling up, slathering her body, was essential for when he finally gulped her down.

She'd tried to explain to some of those who knew their secret – whether they'd experienced it first-hand for themselves or not – and few seemed to understand. Karla loved every last part of this, from deciding to prepare a snack all the way to when she was curled up with the rapidly dissolving rest of that same snack deep in his gut. And what was so wrong with wanting to spend time with Rikard this way? Nobody was getting hurt, and everyone had reached the age of maturity and given informed consent.

The woman smiled, eyes closed, while her friend's tongue worked all the stiffness from her muscles. A masseuse would be so expensive, and Karla doubted they'd be as interesting a conversationalist. While it was difficult for Rikard to talk with her in his mouth – in addition to being a jarring interruption in her relaxation – there was no need for words right now; the gentle purrs echoing up his throat as he turned her around and the soft moans when he paused to suck on her were sufficient.

She smirked and trailed her fingers across the surface of his tongue, amusing herself by trying to identify the different types of lingual papillae. When her fingers brushed onto the Filiform region his tongue bucked under her. “Oho? Is someone a little... ticklish?” Though they weren't 'true' taste buds, filiform papillae were highly sensitive to touch, so she wiggled her fingers in a rapid pattern, feeling Rikard's tongue twitch, and cackled madly.

His tongue twitched once more and twisted, tipping her sideways to slam her back against his teeth with a playful growl. Looks like massage time is over. Karla grinned broadly and began wrestling with the slick appendage that shoved her back and forth in his mouth, only pausing in roughly kneading along her entire body to suck back the drool that kept threatening to flood the area with a loud slurp and swallow.

Karla smirked again, triumphant; as much as the man had stuttered and stammered and outright denied it, Rikard made for quite the scary predator. She'd seen as much, hadn't she, when he'd helped her dish out some long-awaited karma on Julie and that weirdo friend? He'd terrified them, convincing them whole-heartedly that they had ceased to be people and had become but merely a protein-laden meal, their bodies no more than meat destined to stew away to nothingness in his gut.

She remembered feeling the intense pangs of what she later realized was jealousy. Though the memories of the ferocious look on his face and the helplessly wriggling bulges in his throat and belly had entertained her for over a week, she'd still caught herself wishing that she'd been on the other end of that little display, her own heart pounding with adrenaline as she was gulped down out of sight. The ungrateful brats hadn't understood how lucky they were! Okay, okay, thinking you were about to die did kinda put a damper on things, but she knew the truth, so it should have been alright.

Unfortunately for her, Rikard appeared to have been scared by his actions and so as much as she wanted to ask for a repeat performance – starring her own self as the frantically flailing morsel this time – she wouldn't, out of respect for his clearly stated wishes. It made this reward all the more special, because he'd gone to so much trouble, trying to find a way to be the predator she wanted him to be without exiting his comfort zone or stretching at his annoyingly firm moral code. In return, she would make sure he enjoyed every last moment of his snack, too. Hey, what were best friends for?

Accompanied by a deep breath and what was almost a gutteral snarl, Karla was suddenly rattled between tongue and palate as Rikard threw his head back, tongue pushing in time with loud gulping swallows. Another spike of adrenaline shot through her as she yelled “Wait! Hang o- Ahh!”

She could feel her pulse pounding in her throat as she clawed desperately at his tongue. Crammed unceremoniously into his throat, his muscles squeezed tightly to drag her deeper as each gulp was accompanied by a ferocious growl. What must have been his fingers prodded firmly at her, the harsh noises eventually replaced by a contented purr.

“Ahh,” Rikard drawled the moment Karla disappeared behind his collarbone, “down the princess goes, sliding inch by inch through its muscular crop as the dragon closes its eyes with a dopey smile. Though but a one-way trip, it hopes her journey nonetheless goes smoothly because it has reserved a special place in its horns for her essence.”

“You ass-,” she giggled, the word cut off as she passed through his lower esophageal sphincter, “-hole, I wasn't ready yet!” Even though she knew she could breathe just as easily amidst the sea of chyme as she could outside, Karla still held her breath as she splashed into the chewed-up food, sinking quickly beneath its surface.

He sighed happily, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Whoops. Was the dragon hungrier than the fair maiden thought? Or maybe she was simply too delicious for her own good. Remember,” Rikard added in a teasing sing-song, “you wanted to be sca~ared. Now then, where did my little morsel go? The dragon's gut is packed so full from its knightly feast it can't even feel her in there.”

Karla grinned savagely, struggling through the food swirling around her to place her hands against his stomach wall. Just because dinner was her treat didn't mean she couldn't still give him all the squirmy massaging rubs she knew her friend loved so much.

“Oh dear,” Rikard purred, “that's the wrong side. Wanna try again, little morsel?”

“Well, shoot,” she replied, swinging her fist in disappointment, “looks like the mighty predator has a massive gut to accommodate its foul gluttony. She'll just have to keep trying.” Kicking off from the lining – was that his backbone just on the other side? – she swam through the softening slurry to collide with another section of stomach wall.

“There you are!” he exclaimed happily, “I can aalllllmost see a little bump right there. The dragon didn't mind showing off all the knights it had captured like trophies, but it expected the princess to go out with a bit more dignity than that. It brings its head around again, gazing fondly at the barely visible protests of its rich supper before prodding her into the depths of its gut with a guttural hiss that sounds rather like 'how crass'.” True to his word, what felt like a set of knuckles pressed at his belly, digging around forcibly and causing her to lose her grip, shoving her deep into the mush every time she tried to grab hold again.

“The very defiant princess beats at the folds of the dragon's ravenous stomach, though she knows she stands even less of a chance than those valiant knights.” Karla closed her eyes, going limp for a moment as his gut gurgled around her. “She sheds one last tear for them, knowing that soon her body will be merely more unidentifiable chunks of meat among the softening metal armor of her knights.” She grabbed as tight a grip as she could of the nearest rugae fold and kicked her feet against the walls of Rikard's stomach, kneading with her free arm. “Though she curses at it in a dainty voice with the foulest oaths she knows, royalty will no more beg than it will bow.”

The wall stiffened, a burbling noise sweeping past her and back up through his throat, exiting with a loud “Urp.” It sounded just like a hiccup that Karla shrieked with laughter.

“Do I- D- I-” Agh, she couldn't get the words out! “Do I need to figure out where your back is to give you a slap?” She'd never considered that eating someone could cause hiccups!

Rikard whined, “I'd really rather you didn't. Having you for dessert left no room even for air and it's almost kind of painful.”

“Aww, no, I'm really sorry, Rikard.” Karla's face fell; she felt bad for hurting him. “I didn't really think how stuffing yourself would make you feel. ...do you want to stop now?”

“I think I'm alright?” He let out a laugh that was part hiss of discomfort, “Finally found a downside to eating you last. I'm going to go lie down on the couch, see if that helps any.”

“'Kay,” she replied, gently brushing the walls of the organ that was proving to be such an unexpected problem. “Just let me know when you're ready, since it's not like I'm going anywhere,” she quipped, earning a strained chuckle from her friend as his gut sloshed with every step he took.

Rikard groaned, Karla's inner ear telling her she was suddenly sideways as she started to sink through the chyme again, having to reorient herself. “Feels a bit better now. If you want to keep 'fighting' then you can go ahead, just be sure and keep it gentle, okay?”

“Nah, I think I'm done kicking you,” she smirked. “Though if we're keeping score then I think the angry princess has officially earned a point.” That was pretty funny, too – the made-up damsel giving the made-up dragon a nasty case of indigestion, while the real 'prey' tried to soothe her 'predator's' stomachache.

“Pft, she's still merely – how did you put it? something about 'dragon kibble'? – the food equivalent of a nightcap, so that point's going right back to the dragon once she's no more.” His breathing had finally evened out, sounding painfully ragged no longer. “Where'd we leave off? I think you had the princess refuse to be pushed around in its gut. Sooo... the dragon belches out a long tongue of flame in a triumphant roar and smacks its scaly chops with a scaly smirk. It lumbers over to curl up in its hoard and dream of tasty princesses lining up to serve themselves on a silver platter.”

“As full as the fat dragon's gut is, the remnants of its meal press at her gently, with no room to really work at her.” Karla sighed happily to herself before pasting a sad frown on her face. “The princess tries to take solace in the knowledge that she will pass out from lack of air long before the beast's belly can get started on melting her body down into just a nutrient-rich slurry.”

His lungs nearby whooshed with a loud yawn. “Ah, oh man. I know I ate a lot but I wasn't expecting the onset of a food coma. Sorry, hun, but I think that's it for tonight; yawns don’t sound much like roars so you’ll just have to settle for gurgles."

“Hey, that's not fair! You can just lie there and let your stomach do the work for you; I have to actually exert myself in here!”

“Heh, remember, kiddo, you didn't want that dragon to care about what the princess wanted, only what it wanted. And I say -”

The sudden pressure on the other side of his flesh shoved her back into the churning mess, threatening to disorient her. She growled quietly and pushed through the chyme to give him as close to a kick as she dared.

“- that the dragon wanted a belly packed full of princess to lull it to sleep. So just blame the king then, since he sent exactly the right amount of knights for the dragon to feel drowsy after dinner. You know...” Karla could barely feel his hand, very gently brushing over where she continued to massage at his stomach lining. “... you laughed. If we ever do this again, we could make that a challenge – whoever laughs first loses.”

“Hmm.” That sounded like a pretty good idea. “What do I get if I win?”

“You don't get anything today, silly – you lost, so you 'get' to apologize via massage to that same stomach lining you were beating up.” Rikard yawned again. “Why don't you think about it and let me know in the morning? I'm beat, g'night honey.”

“You should at least go brush your teeth.” She made a face and waved a hand through the goo in front of her nose, even though he wouldn't be able to see it, Rikard would likely guess she'd done so. “Otherwise I'll have to smell your morning breath on the way out.”

“Mnf. No. Tired. Too comfortable. G'night.” Another drawn-out yawn as he slurred sleepily, “Princess, since you're obviously not digested yet, you mind reminding the slumbering dragon that you're not going out without a fight, even as you boil down to mush in its gut?” Rikard's hand rubbed in a firm circle across his stomach again. “Call it my prize for making you laugh tonight.”

“I oughta give you a leg cramp for that, buster,” Karla grumbled, running her hands over the rugae with a faint grin on her face. She could do that easily; the only hard part would be finding a hand-hold, as most of his rugae had receded to faint creases in his packed-full stomach. Humming very quietly to herself, she kneaded at the lining with both feet and her free hand, smiling as his breathing gradually deepened and slowed into the gentle rhythm of sleep. Once she was sure Rikard was out cold, she simply unclasped her hand and allowed herself to be shoved back into the goopy remains of dinner as his gut churned loudly around her.

All of those gurgles, the wet splishes and blorps as the chyme was forced into his intestines, his swollen belly gradually deflating through the night as digestion ran its course on his devoured 'prey' – all reassuring noises to her while the unaware would have been utterly terrified. Contrary to the topic of their little game, once morning arrived she would be the only thing left tucked away in his gut, their theatrical props having been absorbed deeper into the human's body, nourishing him so he could care for her.

A stomach wasn't her all-time favorite place to sleep, but his stomach had always been where she felt safest, protected by a friend she knew and trusted, and by an amalgamation of ancient magic which neither of them quite understood. Karla let the gentle rocking motions of her slimy surroundings lull her to sleep, stretching out with a quiet yawn as she closed her eyes. Best. Birthday. Ever!

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Back from Vacation! Now for the Christmas rush... by Tgawsome

Not fantasy related per say... but still important information about this new writing project. Lost of pics in the status update as well as some world-building for my more modern setting. The Night Shift Univers.

#same size vore #soft vore #vore belly #unwilling vore #vore fanfic #vore fatal #vore belch #vore lore #vore worldbuilding

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encion-posting · 1 month

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Kinitoe PETT with a bowtie because whi not

#kinitopet #kinito #kinito pet #fanart tag?#fine #fanart #also frick you Kinitopet with greeen eyes haterzx awawawa “get dis man some blrown contacts shiii” shuushuu #is it centerd?#probby not #but im too lazy/incompetrent to have things be centered #ALSO why is there so much kinitopet vore content?#its a genuine questions #the first Kinito fanfic on ao3? vore #ive never seen that in a fandom before #i dont mind it #i just find it funny #i would just want to know why #the mysteries of the fandom world

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coldemergency · 9 months

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Hermione: Professor, we have a problem!

Dumbledore: What seems to be wrong?

Hermione: Harry, can you please tell Professor Dumbledore what you told me five minutes ago?

Harry: Well, I found a horcrux

Dumbledore: Oh my, that was quick

Harry: And I was holding onto it for a while and- do you ever get the urge to just eat something?

Dumbledore: Please tell me you didn’t-

Harry: Yeah I swallowed it

Harry: and I don’t feel great

Harry:

Harry: Tom is giving me indigestion

#harry potter #fanfic #tom riddle #incorrect quotes #harry potter is a menace #tomarry #harrymort #voldemort #fanfiction #hp #tomarrymort #ao3 #horcrux #slytherins locket #is eating a horcrux a tag yet #professor dumbledore #hermione granger #is this vore

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longpigitaly · 11 months

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I love nutella

#gainer gay #longpig #longpig chef #cannibal vore #vore gay #cannibalposting #cooking vore #longpork #chubby #fat belly #gaychub #gay fanfic #chubby gay

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cratastica · 13 days

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Luo binghe would of loved vore hentai

Luo binghe: eat me shizun! 🥺 what y- y- you don’t want to? Shang qinghua said you would eat ass???????

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sm0lprism · 9 days

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Bite-Sized (9) - A G/t BG3 fanfic

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

Read on ao3

Summary: Astarion brings Ria along with him to the heart of the Goblin Camp without the rest of the group knowing. However, before they can even get inside, things take a very unfortunate turn. In other words, this is the beginning of Ria's VERY bad day.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav/oc) (slow-burn)

Warnings: MOUTHPLAY WARNING!!! If you are uncomfortable with mouthplay or vore-ish themes, then DO NOT read this chapter! No actual vore occurs but mouthplay is VERY prominent. Don't worry, Ria will be completely fine, I promise. Swearing/course language, mentions of blood drinking, vampire stuff.

Word count: 2.4k

The smell of burning meat and alcohol hit Astarion’s nostrils well before he had even stepped foot into the Goblin Camp. While he preferred more refined company, he did relish in the chaos that goblins often brought with them – and it was clearly abundant in the stronghold of the camp as he followed behind Gale, Wyll, and Karlach. Lae’zel and Shadowheart had reluctantly been nominated to look after the camp while the others were away, much to both the half elf’s and gith’s dismay. He wondered if they would kill each other while he and the others were gone.

His stomach grumbled as dozens of goblins flitted around a roasting spit, cooking what smelled like dwarf meat, as they downed pints of alcohol. Seeing this many exposed necks and pulses made the never-ending ache in his stomach worsen. Soon enough he would be able to feed – thanks to Ria persuading the group, he could drink all the goblins dry if he wished once they were done with the leaders.

Ah, yes, the little snack in my pocket…

He was so swept up in the moment that he almost forgot about the tiny passenger that he was carrying. She hadn’t stirred since they had left camp and he wondered if she had in fact fallen asleep. Her small heartbeat had slowed down considerably as well.

His hand hovered over his breast pocket where Ria was concealed inside, and he gave the pocket a little tap to alert her that they had arrived. Almost immediately the borrower inside began to stir, her tiny heartbeat increasing as he felt her squirm against his chest.

Scanning the area, he noticed that everyone else had gathered towards the centre of the camp. Karlach, Gale, and Wyll were standing near a small stage where Volo, a poor bard that he and the others had met in the Emerald Grove some time ago, was performing some terrible rendition of Dror Ragzlin. They seemed completely enthralled by Volo’s presentation as they didn’t even bat an eyelid towards Astarion’s direction.

“Oi! You smell funny, mister.”

Astarion blinked and swiftly turned his gaze downwards to see a female goblin standing directly in front of him.

“How polite of you to say,” Astarion sneered, sharpening his gaze at the little goblin. “And you smell utterly dreadful. Is that all you wanted to say to me or can I be on my way?”

The goblin chose to ignore his statement and instead took a deep inhale of air through her nose. Her eyes grew as big as saucers as she inhaled and she stared at him intently.

Shit. She can smell Ria.

“There’s something in your pocket, isn’t there?” The goblin said, folding her arms across her chest. “I can’t quite make it out, but it’s different to whatever poxy perfume you have on, and the smell of blood in yer mouth.”

“That’s not for you to know,” Astarion hissed, flashing his fangs at the goblin. “Why don’t you mind your own business. Unless you want my fangs to meet that green neck of yours, you best move along.”

The female goblin nearly jumped out of her skin upon seeing Astarion’s perfectly white fangs flash in the sunlight and she immediately backed away from him.

“S-shit, sorry!” she exclaimed, panic evident in her voice. “I didn’t think a blooming blood-sucker could walk in the sun…you must be some freak or somethin’.” The goblin quickly scampered off, not daring to look behind her as she vanished into the hazy crowd.

The sudden outburst seemed to garner some attention as a few goblins had stopped what they were doing and eyed him up curiously. There was no doubt that they could also partially smell Ria’s scent to some extent, too. It seemed that his own scent wasn’t quite enough to mask the borrowers unfortunately. If any of the goblins stopped to really smell him, then he would be in trouble.

He had to get out of there. And fast.

Astarion wasted no time in melding into the shadows, something that came very naturally to him as a vampire spawn, and quickly vanished from sight. Ria was still safe inside his pocket for now, but he knew if the goblins were made aware of a borrower in their midst, it could end very badly for her. Perhaps it would be a good idea if they could mask her scent somehow. He snuck behind a large stone pillar, now out of sight from the masses of goblins and his own companions.

“Astarion?” Ria’s small voice chimed from inside his pocket.

He opened the lip of the pocket and glanced downwards at the tiny passenger he was carrying. He would never say it aloud, but as her little face stared up at him, he couldn’t help but to admit she did look rather cute. She was so tiny, so vulnerable, so fragile – it would be so easy for her to become injured if he wasn’t careful.

Not that he cared if she got hurt. She was just a borrower after all, nothing more.

So…why was he feeling a sudden urge of protectiveness when he looked at her?

He shook his head, dismissing the thought from his brain.

“Are you just going to stare at me or will you tell me what’s going on?” Ria asked, bringing Astarion back to the present.

He blinked and flashed her a grin. “Well, I was just thinking that it might be a good idea to disguise your scent, darling.”

Ria’s eyes widened in realisation. “Oh…right. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that…” Her voice trailed off as her brain tried to think of a solution. “Maybe I should’ve thought about that before we left.”

“Perhaps that would’ve been a good idea,” Astarion commented. “It’s just fortunate that the goblin from earlier didn’t press me further. I thought my scent would be enough to mask yours, but it seems that you just smell so…” He paused as a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

Appetising. That’s what he was going to say, but he held his tongue. He knew that teasing her like this when she was only just starting to trust him a little was a bad move, especially after she had asked him not to call her things like that from now on. Still, he couldn’t deny that she did smell delicious. Even with the masses of goblins around him – who significantly had plentiful more blood – her blood sung to him the loudest out of everyone there.

“So…what?” Ria said, her tiny brow furrowed as she craned her neck up at him.

“Never mind,” Astarion chuckled lightly, attempting to shake the growing thoughts of hunger out of his brain. “Well, you know what I mean, anyway. I’m sure you heard the conversation with the goblin. We really do need to hide your scent somehow.”

“You do have a point.” Ria pursued her lips in thought. “I need to have a better look at what’s going on outside.”

He watched the borrower as she wriggled around until her tiny head just barely managed to peak out from the lip of the pocket. He imagined she must’ve been standing on tip toes just to reach that high.

Ria’s gaze searched the Goblin Camp, concentration hardened her facial features as she tried to think of what to do. After a few moments, her eyes finally settled on a large tub where some goblins were collecting alcohol from.

“That’s it!” Ria exclaimed, pointing towards the tub full of booze on the other side of the camp.

Astarion glanced down at the borrower and then his gaze flicked to the giant tub of booze she was pointing at. Multiple goblins were walking up to the tub to take a swig of alcohol in large mugs, some of them downing their drinks as if it were only water.

“Hm, the pungent alcohol would most certainly cover up your scent,” Astarion said. “But getting you in the alcohol, however, seems like a risky move. Are you sure about this?”

“You’re a rogue! Use some of that dexterity of yours!” She flashed him a small smirk. “Just dip me in the booze quickly and then I’ll be out in a second. I’m sure a vampire spawn can handle that.”

Astarion arched an eyebrow, wondering just where the sudden burst of confidence that she had was coming from. Not long ago she had been deathly afraid of letting him hold her, now she was placing even more of her trust in him to pull off a stunt that could backfire badly if he didn’t do it carefully. Still, he wasn’t going to let a borrower downplay him like that.

“If you insist,” he replied. “And I suggest we do it quickly. We really don’t want to attract any more attention to ourselves.”

Ria gave him a small nod in reply before she vanished into the inside of his pocket again to conceal herself. With their new goal in the forefront of his mind, he clung to the shadows of the camp to pass by unseen until he reached the large tub. Very swiftly he reached into his shirt pocket and plucked Ria in between his index finger and thumb and leaned towards the large tub of booze.

“Do it!” Ria whispered fiercely.

Before Astarion could do anything, a strong force collided into the back of his legs, causing Ria to fall out of his fingers as he was knocked forwards. All he could do was watch as the little borrower fell out of his grasp, followed by a small plop as she disappeared into the liquid.

Shit!

Seething with anger, he whipped his neck around to see who the culprit was and his gaze fell on a goblin who looked like they were on the verge of passing out.

“Oh man, I could go for another-HIC!” The goblin spluttered, the smell of beer radiating from his mouth as he wobbled around to gain his footing before passing out on the floor.

Astarion rolled his eyes and hastily returned his attention back to Ria, who was now, quite literally, swimming in the tub of alcohol.

“Hey, you’re holding up the line!” A raspy voice hissed to his left, and he noticed yet another goblin standing close to him. “Hurry up and grab a drink, we all want some!”

Growing somewhat stressed now, Astarion snatched up a nearby cup before returning his attention back to the tub. Ria had fortunately resurfaced, looking rather dishevelled and shaken up, but otherwise she was alright. He wasted no time and scooped her into his cup, keeping it close to his chest as he attempted to sneak away from the masses of goblins that were starting to cluster around them.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” The same goblin with the raspy voice from earlier tugged on his armour, stopping him in his tracks.

Astarion immediately grimaced.

This can’t be good.

“Don’t mind me,” Astarion replied through gritted teeth, wanting nothing more than to turn invisible. “I’m just passing through.”

“Not without having a drink you’re not!” The goblin persisted, clearly somewhat drunk, and clung on stubbornly to his light armour. “You look as pale as a bloody ghost. I’m not letting you go until you’ve drunk every drop from your cup!”

The commotion had now brought even more attention to him, as Astarion quickly realised that multiple sets of eyes were glued to his frame and watching his every move. No matter how he looked at it, there was no getting out of this.

He tentatively gazed down into his cup, and saw Ria’s little face staring up at him with pleading eyes. She could obviously hear everything that was going on, and judging by the petrified look that was painted across her face, she knew exactly what he was going to do.

“Go on!” The goblin pulled on his armour once more, and Astarion had to restrain himself from biting the creature’s head off with how hard they pulled at the fine fabric. “You could do with some colour in your cheeks.”

He pulled his lip into a thin line as his gaze flicked back down to where Ria was sitting in his cup. All the colour had drained from her face as she stared at him with watery eyes, she looked as if she had been crying. Knots twisted in his stomach as he felt a wave of dread wash over him as he tried to rack his brain to think of an alternative. If he pretended to drink, there would be the chance of Ria falling out of the cup and to her death, which he wasn’t going to risk.

The only other option was to drink.

He gave her a wink before mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry,’ silently to her, and her eyes widened in response as he brought the cup towards his lips. The beer hit his tongue and he immediately had to force himself not to spit out the liquid as he took a forceful gulp. He had never been one for beer, wine, on the other hand, or better yet, blood, was more to his liking, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice in the matter. His attention on the beverage was soon replaced as he felt something soft and warm press up against his lips.

Ria.

Her tiny hands were pushing against his lips, her body squirming as gravity pushed her rather forcefully towards his mouth. He was very careful not to swallow her, and rather gingerly he used the tip of his tongue to push her tiny body away from the inside of his mouth so that she wouldn’t fall in.

He pulled the cup away from his lips and glanced downwards at the goblin. The goblin was still stubbornly standing beside him with narrowed eyes, very clearly not impressed with his half empty cup.

“I said drink all of it you elf pansy!” The goblin exclaimed. “That was merely a sip! Come on, you aren’t leaving until all of that is completely gone, and I’m going to look at your cup afterwards, so make sure you guzzle it all down!”

Oh dear.

If the goblin was going to investigate his cup afterwards, he had to ensure that it was completely empty.

Ria wasn’t going to like this.

Very slowly the cup was brought to his mouth once more, and this time he took a hungrier gulp than before. He could smell the overwhelming fear from Ria as she was once again pressed against his mouth, her tiny hands scrambling across his lips, and this time, he didn’t stop her from falling inside. With a final gulp, the borrower disappeared into his mouth and he sealed his jaws shut.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader Characters: Reader, Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Chica (briefly), Vanessa (briefly) Additional Tags: Vore, Soft Vore, safe vore, Unwilling, Fearplay, Predator/Prey, Teasing, Swearing, Animatronics are much bigger than canon, Animatronics have unusual upgrades to make them more 'realistic', aka 'oops we made our robots much more organic-like and now they can eat things (and maybe people)' Summary:

You're not supposed to be in the pizzaplex, struggling to find a way out, as animatronic cast tries to catch you. One offers you a compromise, don't run, and it will hide you away from the others, somewhere soft and safe and comfortable.

You don't trust it.

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Has it really been over a year since I started this? I'm sorry it took so long. 😅

#post #soft vore #vore fanfic #fanfic #fnaf vore #it's comfortable inside #ao3 #i haven't eaten breakfast yet I woke up and figured out how to get unstuck from this #sorry for the long hiatus #i hope y'all can forgive me

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predsworld · 2 years

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Future!Edd vore

First fanfic on the blogs let’s gooo

⚠️ CW for vore, digestion, unwilling prey, cruel pred, teasing/humiliation, weight gain and fatal ⚠️

Edd slinked around the back alleys behind tord’s base as he tended to do, he huffed as he walked through the cold and suprisingly quiet night. He sat down, but was disturbed when he heard footsteps.. he whipped his head around to see Red Leader, or tord as he knew him, walking towards him.

“it was foolish of you to come here.”

Tord would growl out in an annoyed tone,

Edd stood up, to his full height. He was tall, and quite large. Much bigger than tord. Tord tried to hide his fear as he stared up at the man with a feirce expression.

Edd simply laughed.

“You’re the dangerous pred everyone fears? Someone should put you in your place..~”

Tord was unsure what he meant, but he didn’t have much time to think it over. Edd would soon grab him by the shirt, pushing his face into his flat stomach as he lifted up his hoodie. Tord shivered in a sudden realization.

“your reign of terror ends here.”

“w-wait!”

before tord could protest much, Edd brought him to his face, shoving him inbetween his jaws as he began to push him back and down his throat..

tord gripped onto him, begging for him to stop.

edd just swallowed a little.. It wasn’t so bad at first, but Tord was coated with thick saliva in the tight space.. and it didn’t get much better.

He was soon pushed into the brunette’s stomach, it was extremly cramped, and boiling hot, and it stung.. tears pricked at the poor norski’s eyes as he began to get worked on by the acids.

edd simply smirked, feeling his now bulged out stomach..

“Mhhn.. not bad~ try not to cause me too much trouble..”

The Brit’s gut let out an ominous growl, starting to pick up pace..

tord whined, begging for Edd’s mercy and he squirmed inside his gut.

“P-PLEASE..!”

“Cut out that whining. I thought you were all tough and powerful~ it’s not like anyone can hear you now anyways..”

“just hurry up and digest.”

Edd seemed almost careless as he leaned his back against the alley’s wall, rubbing his belly with one hand as he made a slightly annoyed gesture with the other.. as he pressed on his tummy, he stopped, belching loudly..

“Uggghh..” Tord continued to struggle but it was no use, his futile attempts at escape only seemed to make edd have more of a sense of power over him.

This was really it..

This was the end for him.

“p-please.. edd..”

After that final plea, he sniffled, giving a weak and halfhearted shove to the stomach walls. but still it was all for nothing as he felt the stinging liquids rise.. he felt himself grow softer, and smaller with each moment, becoming weaker. Soon he passed out..

Edd’s stomach merely gurgled, using up the man’s body as if he was nothing but nutrients. He had been reduced to a useless meal.

Edd let out another quiet burp, feeling his stomach one last time.. it was a little smaller, and felt softer and pudgier.

“is that all? Geez, I guess you didn’t put up a fight after all..”

“ah well~ I’m sure no one will mind your disappearance.. you’re just food now anyways.”

his stomach growled more, as if to respond.

“Aw c’mon, no need to protest..~”

he laughed, lifting his hoodie over his gut and tightening his trench coat, squeezing his belly down..

he turned his back and left before anyone could find him (or what was left of tord) and began to walk away.

“See ya, commie~”

#preddsworld #predsworld #eddsworld #vore digestion #vore belly #vore fatal #vore fanfic #predsworld edd #tord prey #a little grim but weirdly hot #digestion sequence

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Angel was no stranger to kinks. Given his line of work and overall lifestyle, he had been through it all. From the normal to the strange, he had gone through every deviant scenario one could think of. By now every part of him had been sold to someone at some point for their own pleasure. This was all to say that, while he had participated in exhibitionism plenty of times, the person this request came from was what surprised him the most. But as he grinded against the giant, wet muscle inside Alastor's mouth, it began to make a lot more sense.

He had barely stripped off his boots behind the hotel before he heard a sound akin to the breakage of bone, and a dark shadow began to loom over him. When he tentatively raised his head, boots in hand, he met with the glowing, twin crimson dots in the pitch-black eyes of his love. His smile had been stitched at the corners by ghostly green thread, and his antlers extended far above and beyond his head. Aside from this fearsome change, he remained more or less the same Alastor he knew.

So he held no fear when he felt one of his giant hands scoop him into his palm, and he let his shoes fall to the ground. The two of them rose up until Alastor stood at least twenty stories tall, if Angel counted the hotel floors correctly. He must have served a tantalizing sight for the giant sinner as he rested on his hands and knees, because while his back was turned he felt something wet push roughly against his rear. It even reached between his legs to tease his dual sexes as it lifted him off the surface of Alastor's hand.

Angel moaned against Alastor's palm and shook from what he accurately surmised to be his tongue, before his lower half unceremoniously dropped back down as he drew away. Although he felt unsteady, the small spider rolled onto his back so he could get a better view of Alastor. He watched the tongue that enveloped him earlier taunt him as it dragged along the outside of Alastor's lips. A sight that left him breathless and brought a fire between his legs.

He wasn't bashful in how he played with himself in Alastor's palm. While his upper hands threaded eagerly through the fluff on his chest, his lower hands tended to both of his sexes. With one hand wrapped around his rigid member, he slowly stroked it up and down, and the other reached lower as it massaged his puffy lips. All underneath the intense gaze of the hungry giant. An observation more literal than Angel realized.

As he continued to pleasure himself, rivers of saliva poured from the corners of Alastor's lips. Soon, those yellowed fangs that made up his grin parted, and his enormous tongue snaked out from between them. But this time, Angel felt himself rise up to meet it. His heartrate increased and, before Alastor even tilted the hand he rested on, he knew what would happen next.

When he felt himself slide down his wrist, he didn't fight it as he got deposited within the giant's mouth. As soon as his body collided with that giant, wet muscle, saliva coated every inch of him. Although he tried to hold onto it, he found it impossible given its slippery, smooth surface. He only received the briefest view of his new surroundings as he looked around before the light of Hell disappeared behind Alastor's sharp-toothed grin. In this newly darkened space, he was left entirely at his mercy.

He couldn't deny the fearful flutter in his heart. Although he trusted Alastor, this was new even for him, and he stood in a very precarious position. Where one wrong move could spell a very unfortunate end for him. It honestly made it all the more exhilarating when he felt the tongue he sat on move with the smallest motions.

Those purposeful undulations rocked against Angel's lower body, aimed specifically for his genitalia. It quickly made him forget about his minor worries as he rolled his head back with a dull moan. With nothing to hold onto, he gave into these pleasurable waves as he sat back and rode them out as they came.

He rocked with the motions as if he rode a horse and grinded out his satisfaction. The small bumps that made up his tongue pressed into and spread his lips, before they dragged along the underside of his shaft. It gave a similar effect to the ribbed sex toys he had sampled on himself, whose ridges only served to heighten his pleasure. His breaths came shorter, and he pressed his lower hands against the flexing muscle as best he could as he kept himself upright.

One of his upper hands returned between his legs, and he pressed his throbbing erection against the giant's tongue as he bore his hips down on it. He bit back another groan that built in his throat and focused on the feeling that rose in his core. His hand wrapped around his length, and he furiously stroked it closer to the end he approached. Hot, humid, and completely drenched in saliva and sweat, exhaustion began to creep on him, but he pushed forward regardless.

His cock pulsed painfully with pent-up release, and his pussy similarly ached. Every exhale carried a moan lost in the cavern of Alastor's maw. But he knew he heard him as his throat rumbled an earthquake through his tiny form. It denoted the contented amusement he found in the writhing form of the man inside him. And that finally tipped Angel over the edge as he threw his head back with a powerful orgasm.

He sat flush against his tongue as he pumped rope after rope along it, down into the pit of his esophagus. Blind as he was, he couldn't see it, but that idea stuck with Angel as he humped the subsequent loads through his hands. Concurrently, his legs squeezed against the slimy tongue he sat on as he coated it with slick. Both minor deposits given Alastor's size, and Angel doubted he even felt or tasted any of it.

When Angel finally rested back, exhausted and content, he felt cool air wash over him and he was dropped back into his lover's hand. He gulped in lungfuls of air while he lay in a sticky pool of spittle. Through partially lidded eyes he saw Alastor peer down at him, somewhat concerned, which Angel dismissed with a weary thumbs-up. Reassured, he saw Alastor's tense grin relaxed, and he felt a large thumb brush against his defiled hair.

When Angel inevitably caught his breath, he blinked his eyes open and rolled over. He grabbed the base of Alastor's digits and pulled himself up just enough to peer through them. As he expected, they hadn't moved an inch from the hotel. That entire experience happened where anyone could see it and nobody was the wiser. Something that didn't sit quite right with the spider, as he felt exhibitionism was meant to draw attention.

He looked lower towards the ground, to the spot where he had disrobed mere moments ago. Then he looked back to Alastor's lower half, and found something that could fix that particular problem. A noticeable rise behind the fabric of his elongated dress pants, at least the size of a small mountain. Angel smiled and knew they were far from done.

If Alastor wanted to put on a show, that's exactly what they were going to do.

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Cold Love

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Wilbur is a dragon, his most wellkept secret. Tommy finds out so he brings him back to his hoard in the mountains.

CW: - vore

title taken from Cold Love by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

word count: 1.7k 🐉 read it on AO3

"Let me go," Tommy spits out. Despite his aggression, there's a fearful, panicky air about him that sends pangs into Wilbur's chest.

"Toms, come on. You know me - you know I'd never hurt you." He wrestles him into the ground, easily pinning him to the dirt without having to exert real effort.

Tommy's arms shake from the effort of trying to fight him off. Wilbur is almost relaxed above him, a slight frown on his face as he easily presses the boy down. The more he tries to fight and the more he sees how futile it is, the more his hostility slips into abject terror.

"Wilbur, please." His voice cracks and he starts to go limp. He blinks back tears. "I won't tell a soul. Your secret is safe, just let me go. I'll disappear, and you'll never hear from me again."

No. No, he doesn't want that at all -

And something must show on his face too, because Tommy's eyes widen at his reaction, and he starts to writhe again, sobs building in his chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't - I didn't - "

"Hush."

He falls dead silent, tears still streaming down the sides of his face.

"You're fine," Wilbur murmurs to him, trying to imbue his words with as much love as he can. "Everything's going to be fine, okay?"

He starts to stand, pulling Tommy up with him as he goes.

He's tense in his arms, but Wilbur remains gentle.

As soon as they're both standing up, Tommy lurches away from him, but he's not fast enough.

Wilbur pulls him close, his arms still loose around Tommy. "Were you trying to catch me off guard?"

Tommy is sobbing and yelling and hitting at his chest, but he doesn't react.

"I... what are you doing? You - you know I'm much stronger than humans, sweetheart, you've got to stop fighting me."

He breaks down in his arms and tries to fall to the ground, but Wilbur catches him and holds, staring at him in puzzlement.

"How do I make this better?" He asks, almost blankly.

Tommy is still crying. "You - you ate the mayor," he whimpers. "You burned half the village to the ground. You burned the orphanage to the ground. You killed Phil and Tech - "

Wilbur swallows a lump in his throat and shoves down rising feelings of guilt. "I did what I had to do. I ate the mayor, I destroyed your village, including the orphanage. But how else could I get you?" He brushes a strand of hair from Tommy's eyes. "All that paperwork... it's easier if they think you perished in the fire. And for the record - " he conspiratorially winks at Tommy, trying to get humor him, "Phil and Techno are just fine."

He doesn't wait for a response, closing his eyes and starting to shift. He pays extra mind to Tommy's position in his arms. The change is done in seconds, and when he opens his eyes again, Tommy's just a tiny little thing lying between his clawed paws.

"Treasure," he purrs irreverently. "My little human - let's get you taken care of, yeah?"

Tommy stares up at him with wide eyes, completely frozen on the ground.

Wilbur wastes no time in leaning down and swallowing Tommy. He screams and kicks as he goes down the throat, but Wilbur's body was designed to eat live prey. Functionally speaking at least, Tommy is no different from the deer or tigers or knights he regularly eats.

He hums contentedly as Tommy settles into his brood pouch. It's padded out so he can be rough as he wants in there and it won't hurt either of them (and let it be said that he is trying very hard to hurt Wilbur).

"You're safe now, Tommy. Let's get you back to the rest of my hoard." He purrs again, a burst of delight in his chest. "I've waited so long to get you with the rest of my collection. Bit of a shame that you found out this way, but I'm a little glad too. I was going to reveal myself in a few months, but now I don't have to wait."

He spreads his wings and takes flight towards the treacherous mountains. Only the royals' finest knights could traverse the landscape, and even then, they were so tired and cold from the trip that their hands could barely grip the hilts of their swords.

He lands in the entrance and strides in. Techno and Phil sit idly on a pile of gold coins, chatting away, but as soon as their eyes land on him, they avert their gazes and seem to wilt. He's learned not to take it to heart - they've gotten better about managing their fear of him in the past few months since he added them to his hoard, and he's sure that as the years progress, all three of his humans will come around again.

He leans over Techno and Phil and opens his mouth up, finding it just the teeniest bit funny when they flinch back and start to plead with him not eat them. He brings out Tommy, letting the boy gently fall onto the two men below.

He sits back and admires them, a happy sound growing in the back of his throat.

"Finally," he says dreamily, "I have all three of you."

He shifts back into his human form and saunters up to them, ignoring how Tommy flinches backwards into Techno and Phil.

Phil pulls Tommy into his arms and starts to soothingly rub circles into his shoulder. "Wilbur, you're scaring him."

He shrugs nonchalantly. "You were scared too, in the beginning. He'll get over it soon - you all will - and then you'll be a proper part of my hoard."

Phil and Technoblade share a glance that he doesn't bother to decipher.

"Your hoard... what does that mean?" Techno asks slowly.

Wilbur grins brightly at him. "My collection! My treasure - it means you're mine now."

Tommy stares at him slack-jawed.

"Why us?" It seems like it slips out of Phil's mouth, something he says before he has a chance to apply a filter. But Wilbur doesn't mind answering.

"Techno is my twin, Tommy is my little brother, and you're my father." Those are all the human words for the familial terms, so they should understand.

Phil bites his lip. "Wil... we love you, but you can't - "

"I can do whatever I want," he cuts in, his voice edged with aggression.

Phil falls silent.

Wilbur smiles at him again. "Do you have anymore questions?"

Techno awkwardly coughs. "I hate to be the bearer of the obvious, but humans don't live as long as dragons. We're a lot less hearty, and you've stationed us on Dead Man's Hill. Because that's the name of this mountain, Wilbur - Dead Man's Hill. Are you sure you don't want to take us somewhere else?"

He feels his expression darken. "That won't be an issue. You're my hoard now. Which means your life force is tied to mine, and all three of your aging processes have stopped. If I'm to die - if - then you'll begin to age again." He turns a steely eye to Techno's. "And we will leave this mountain. But only when I know you won't try to do something silly, like leave me."

Techno nods, avoiding his eyes. "Sounds good."

"It does, doesn't it?" He agrees happily. "Now that I've taken Tommy, my collection is complete."

"Sorry - sorry, what the fuck?" Tommy chimes in, finally having found his voice.

Techno lowers his voice and says into his ear, "Wilbur is a dragon and he's keeping us now."

Tommy stares at him. "I thought you were fucking dead."

"Mm, me too," he says dryly. "But I'm not. I'm just the adopted twin brother of a dragon."

"Did you know?!" Tommy asks, sitting up and stumbling away from them.

Wilbur watches him curiously, fondly noting as he tips backward into a stack of gold coins.

"Did they know what?"

"What do you - what do you fucking think, Wilbur?!" He screeches.

Wilbur smiles, and lets himself shift again. Tommy flinches away as he approaches but he doesn't mind, picking him up in his mouth and plopping him back down next to Phil and Techno.

"They didn't know," he says soothingly, gazing down at them. He curls his tail loosely around their little group, forming a protective barrier. Or a cage.

Techno slides an arm around Tommy's shoulders. "Trust me," he murmurs, "if we had known, we never would have let you - " he cuts himself off, seeming to stiffen as his eyes nervously dart up to Wilbur. "We didn't know," he concedes.

Wilbur laughs lightly. "Can you imagine if you had? You never would have been my friend! And Phil never would have taken both of us in. I had to lie."

There's a look on Phil's face that he can't decipher. "Wilbur... I would have. Of course I would have," he says gently. His words carry weight, but the meaning behind it is unidentifiable to Wilbur.

"No," he says simply. "So it's a good thing I lied. Because the years passed and you realized how much you loved me, and now that you know I'm a dragon, you won't leave."

A sharp wave of paranoid insecurity strikes through his chest. "I don't think you'll leave," he mutters in afterthought, his tail slightly tensing around them.

Technoblade looks conflicted. "We love you for you, your being a dragon doesn't change that."

Wilbur frowns down at him, puffing a plume of smoke out. "Why are you saying that?"

"What - what do you mean?"

"We aren't leaving this mountain, Techno. I'm not that stupid."

A look of surprise crosses his face. He's a good actor, Wilbur decides. "I wasn't saying that to trick you, we do love - "

"I know you do!" Wilbur sharply cuts in. "Because I spent years bonding with you as a human. And now that you know I'm a dragon, it doesn't matter!" He gives them a smile with his large, sharp teeth. He ignores how forced it feels. He ignores how it feels like he's trying to convince himself more than them.

Phil looks at him with a pained expression. "Mate - "

"You're a little scared right now, but that's fine," he purrs, cutting him off. "We have the rest of time for you to love me like you used to. You weren't supposed to find out, but you have, and that's fine. I'll just keep you here. I'll just keep you here, and we can be a proper family."

He nuzzles the three of them with his snout, ignoring how they flinch away from him. "I love you!" he exclaims. "And you love me. So everything is fine. It's fine."

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