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Thinking about a non-human jester pred with absolutely silly insides. Their throat is just a twisty plastic slide, and their stomach is just the inside of a bounce house.

Any prey that end up there just bounce around for a while, and instead of being spat up they have to shimmy back up the slide. Maybe the pred’s stomach is just full of toy food, so the prey has to wade through plastic to even feel what their stomach feels like.

I’d like to imagine that before the prey was eaten, the pred was really laying on the fearplay and freaking them out, only for them to be greeted with a tube slide when they got swallowed. They are a prankster, after all.

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I've had this story in my head for a long time, so until I finally decide to write it, I'll share it here!

Imagine a zombie apocalypse setting, where a magic user has been desperately trying to find a cure for this zombie plague, but eventually the zombies catch up to them. They're bitten, and make one final plea to please not let them hurt anyone, and then they black out.

A group of survivors find this zombie wandering, looking lost, but they still look somewhat human. They find it's able to speak, or at least try to speak, they may need to work on reteaching it English. They also find out that it has no memories of its life before being bitten.

It acts repulsed when they ask why it doesn't want their brains, but it's stomach still growls. They figure out that it can eat normal food, which just further cements that this thing isn't quite a zombie, but no matter how much it's physical hunger is met, it's still hungry.

One day, the 'zombie' tries to run away from the base camp in the middle of the night, but one of the survivors notices and goes after them. The zombie begs them in broken english to get away, but they don't listen, and in a flash, they're shrunken down and swallowed whole by the creature.

The zombie starts to panic, not wanting to hurt their friend, but their friend.. isn't hurt. They're pretty shaken up, but they're perfectly safe. Still, the zombie lets them out almost immediately and continues to run away, not stopping to realize that the gnawing pit in its stomach had went away just a little when they had someone tucked away safely inside of them.

Since the zombie still has to recover their memories, they don't realize that their last breath as a human, their undying wish to never hurt someone once they change, came true. They weren't able to get rid of their hunger for people, but they were able to make their stomach safe, and redirect that hunger so that it was calmed by having someone safely inside of them.

Eventually, the other survivors catch up to the zombie, who's still scared of what it had done, despite the fact that it was safe. The person who had been eaten walked forward and tried to calm their friend down, telling them it was okay, and they weren't scared of the zombie, despite what had happened.

The person that was eaten had initially been scared, but once they were let out (and subsequently brought back to their normal size), they started to think about what had happened. This 'zombie' didn't hurt them. It still hungered for people, yes, but it was somehow able to not only shrink people and eat them whole, but do so with no harm to the person whatsoever.

They start to try to get their new zombie friend to remember life before being bitten, hoping to get some answers, and maybe the starts of a cure.

Slowly, the zombie remembers small things, like pointing out which weeds can be harvested and used as an emergency food source, only to stop and wonder how or why they know that.

The zombie has nightmares, occasionally, where their last pleas are played on repeat in their head. Sometimes they get flashes of faces, people they tried to save but couldn't, snippets of spells and rituals that they once performed.

One day, they're walking through the woods with some of their friends, showing them which plants are edible after rations got low, when they come across something oddly familiar.

An overgrown cobble tower surrounded by lush gardens, filled with all types of herbs and plants, all ones that the zombie remembers.

"Rumor has it that a wizard used to live here back before the plague." One of the survivors told them. "If you ask me, it's a load of bunk." Another person in the group disagreed, saying that no one had been able to open the doors, as there was no handle, but instead a strange glyph engraved in the stone.

Sure enough, as the zombie walks over to the door, placing their hands on the familiar grooves of the carved sigil, it creaks open...

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shout-out to preds who will eat & digest prey going on long trips and reform them once they get to their destination

call that fast travel

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I've had this story in my head for a long time, so until I finally decide to write it, I'll share it here!

Imagine a zombie apocalypse setting, where a magic user has been desperately trying to find a cure for this zombie plague, but eventually the zombies catch up to them. They're bitten, and make one final plea to please not let them hurt anyone, and then they black out.

A group of survivors find this zombie wandering, looking lost, but they still look somewhat human. They find it's able to speak, or at least try to speak, they may need to work on reteaching it English. They also find out that it has no memories of its life before being bitten.

It acts repulsed when they ask why it doesn't want their brains, but it's stomach still growls. They figure out that it can eat normal food, which just further cements that this thing isn't quite a zombie, but no matter how much it's physical hunger is met, it's still hungry.

One day, the 'zombie' tries to run away from the base camp in the middle of the night, but one of the survivors notices and goes after them. The zombie begs them in broken english to get away, but they don't listen, and in a flash, they're shrunken down and swallowed whole by the creature.

The zombie starts to panic, not wanting to hurt their friend, but their friend.. isn't hurt. They're pretty shaken up, but they're perfectly safe. Still, the zombie lets them out almost immediately and continues to run away, not stopping to realize that the gnawing pit in its stomach had went away just a little when they had someone tucked away safely inside of them.

Since the zombie still has to recover their memories, they don't realize that their last breath as a human, their undying wish to never hurt someone once they change, came true. They weren't able to get rid of their hunger for people, but they were able to make their stomach safe, and redirect that hunger so that it was calmed by having someone safely inside of them.

Eventually, the other survivors catch up to the zombie, who's still scared of what it had done, despite the fact that it was safe. The person who had been eaten walked forward and tried to calm their friend down, telling them it was okay, and they weren't scared of the zombie, despite what had happened.

The person that was eaten had initially been scared, but once they were let out (and subsequently brought back to their normal size), they started to think about what had happened. This 'zombie' didn't hurt them. It still hungered for people, yes, but it was somehow able to not only shrink people and eat them whole, but do so with no harm to the person whatsoever.

They start to try to get their new zombie friend to remember life before being bitten, hoping to get some answers, and maybe the starts of a cure.

Slowly, the zombie remembers small things, like pointing out which weeds can be harvested and used as an emergency food source, only to stop and wonder how or why they know that.

The zombie has nightmares, occasionally, where their last pleas are played on repeat in their head. Sometimes they get flashes of faces, people they tried to save but couldn't, snippets of spells and rituals that they once performed.

One day, they're walking through the woods with some of their friends, showing them which plants are edible after rations got low, when they come across something oddly familiar.

An overgrown cobble tower surrounded by lush gardens, filled with all types of herbs and plants, all ones that the zombie remembers.

"Rumor has it that a wizard used to live here back before the plague." One of the survivors told them. "If you ask me, it's a load of bunk." Another person in the group disagreed, saying that no one had been able to open the doors, as there was no handle, but instead a strange glyph engraved in the stone.

Sure enough, as the zombie walks over to the door, placing their hands on the familiar grooves of the carved sigil, it creaks open...

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Multiple prey friends in a single tum in a cuddle pile. Pred has full tummy of friends that are sleeping, every now and again one of the prey fidgets to get in a better position and the pred just lovingly petting the spot to settle them down again. Thinking about pred either resting too or going about their day as carefully as possible to not jostle the slumber party in their insides. End post

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Do you ever have writers block where you don't have a lack of ideas, you actually have so many ideas but your brain wants to keep them all to itself and not write them down?

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Do you ever have writers block where you don't have a lack of ideas, you actually have so many ideas but your brain wants to keep them all to itself and not write them down?

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so sick and tired of AI in gut stuff no i do not want to watch a video of an AI generated woman stuff herself no I don't wanna watch an AI generated man vore another AI generated man I don't wanna see any of it i hate it i hate it I'm so pissed off

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giants hand resting on a soft surface. tiny you resting between their fingers. cuddling their index finger like a body pillow. their middle finger curved along your back, almost like spooning. you have the best nap of your life.

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During an office party, a pair of coworkers sneak away into a secluded room. The loud belch and hasty exit make it clear to everyone else exactly what happened in there, but nobody saw exactly which one of them left.

Both of them are absent for the next few days, the pred likely taking care of the prey while they rest after the exhausting process of reforming. Tons of people are making bets on which one of the two will return with a little more softness around their midsection, making excuses about being out because they were sick, and just having a little residual bloating. The blush on the prey's face as they follow behind the pred (pretending they didn't carpool to work together) will tell a different story.

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safety

(minors dni please)

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What... is this feeling?

It's... odd. A strange desire, really. What are you doing to me?

You smile at me, both cheekily and knowingly. You feign being flustered while you bat your eyelashes at me.

"My, my, is someone hungry?" You say. I want to say 'no', but right as I open my mouth, a punctuated growl sounds from my stomach, as if it's eagerly saying yes.

"A shame," You say before turning away.

I thought I had my instincts under control. I haven't felt this way in years. I've worked hard to obtain a reputation of being kind and gentle, not someone who devours someone.

But here you are, making my mouth water and my stomach grumble.

"What would happen if I were to, say, run away?" You ask, looking over your shoulder at me. My mouth waters even more and I have to swallow thickly to stop from drooling.

"If you run, I'll chase you," I answer honestly. Excitement flashes across your features, and then, a smile makes its way onto your face.

"And then?"

I lean forward, getting a good whiff of your tender scent. "I'll devour you."

I'm usually not so forward. Usually. But sometimes, my predatory instincts take over, and I can't help it.

"Guess I better start running, then!"

I open my mouth to protest. Don't do it, you'll trigger my instincts-

But before I can even get the words out, you're taking off, sprinting away from me. My stomach growls again, and I can't help but to lick my lips. You're bringing this on yourself, I hope you know... when I catch you, and it's when, not if, I'll hold on to you for as long as I please.

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ok, I want you to imagine that I have placed a tiny little wizard in the palm of your hand. they are no more than a few inches tall.

I hope you enjoy the rest of your scroll on tumblr today, thank you

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It was a very cold night and Snoozer was taking in his surroundings. He's never seen real snow before. Although he's been cultured about the world from the limited knowledge he had on his live show, he was never able to go out and experience them for himself.

And now that he's out of that lab, he was absolutely enamored by the flakes falling from the dark sky. He had this person to thank in helping him escape, but they seemed rather unfit for the sudden blizzard coming in. He lowers himself and gets a closer look.

Puffs of humidity was excaping their chilled body, not to mention they were shaking like crazy.

"Are you sure you're ok to keep walking? I think theres a storm picking up."

Their teeth chatter,

"I-i-i'm fine! We're a-almost there! Ju-u-ust another mile or so."

"A mile?!"

Snoozer swiftly scoops them up,

And holds them up to eye level.

"You can't stay out here that long! I can feel you shivering. Here, I have an idea."

His jaw opens comically wide and his hero couldn't help but chuckle at first as if it were a joke. It wasn't until they could see warm air escaping from down his throat that left them speechless. They knew he was some kind of sentient puppet but, they never knew just how alive he was.

As he lifts them closer, they struggle in his gentle grasp

"Wait wait! I don't think that's a good idea!"

Snoozer closed his mouth and sees that on top of them shivering from the snow, they're shuttering in fear. His antenna droop and he reassures them.

"Oh, oh no no! It's ok! You'll be perfectly safe!"

"H-how?! Being your l-l-lun-ch?!"

"Oh dear, no! You see, I have a separate safe space in my body that isn't apart of my digestive system at all. It's a layer on top of it that should be warm and dry."

"Should be?!"

"Ah, well, considering I haven't had anything to eat in a while it may not be so warm."

"And I s-suppose I'm going to he-lp in that huh?"

"No I, ugh... I'm not explaining this well am I? I'm so out of touch. Look, it's going to be ok, I'll keep you safe."

They look to him a bit sceptical. A sudden gust of frozen flakes cuts at their face and they nod with chattering teeth.

"A-alright, but, once we get to the safehou-se I'm out of th-there ok?"

Snoozer nods with a gentle smile

"Of course, now,"

He opens his mouth back up and points

"You see how my throat is split? I'll be slipping you into the top entryway. I'll keep you in my upper body so I can hear your directions and you don't get jostled around while I run."

They nod and take one last breath of the frozen air before Snoozer turns them around feet first onto his mouth. They keep their back to the roof of his mouth and slide down his throat. Snoozer clamps his mouth shut and they're met with absolute darkness. They were expecting the gullet to be slick but were met with silken fabric that now glows with dappled colorful lights.

Snoozers voice is a bit muffled but can still be heard clearly enough

"Is it ok in there? There should be some lights for you in case you don't like the dark."

It was a lot warmer than they were expecting, just enough to keep them from shivering.

"Yeah, yeah there is."

"Oh good! Now, tell me where I need to go and we'll be off!"

They start to blindly guide him, sparingly getting hoisted back up his throat to see the outside past his teeth like some kind of strange periscope.

(to be continued? At some point?)

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Who do you think this little guy is surprising for Valentine's Day?

I know Valentine's Day barely ended (at least in my time zone) but I still wanna make something because I was busy all day

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I know Valentine's Day barely ended (at least in my time zone) but I still wanna make something because I was busy all day

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happy vorentines or something