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~600 words, g/t safesoft vore. Peril w/o physical harm; food in the belly; spitting up prey is a little closer to vomiting than usually ruled by Vore Logic. Slugcrabs having teeth in their gizzard.

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Red lifts Green up like one might a small glass sculpture. With some tension Green allows it. They don't really want to be held.. but Red is so careful and so gentle, and doesn't even hold them so far off the table that they couldn't jump away if they felt the need.

Red only has a sort of wonder in their eye, enamored with the ability to hold Green in their cupped hands. They don't move to handle the shrunken arthropod any more than that.

So Green lets them. Green lets Red hold them and waits patiently to be set down.

Subtly, though, Red's expression shifts. So slight that Green isn't even sure they've really seen it, although their confidence wavers regardless. But for the moment, they stay put.

The next moment, they're being scooped into Red's beak, drenched in saliva, and swallowed up whole.

Green scrambles for purchase against the slimy lining of Red's throat, too startled even to cry out, while Red swallows again. They never have a chance. Red drinks them in with one last thick gulp, and Green is sliding downward through slimy esophagus to goopy, food-filled gizzard. They slide headfirst into masticated food, thankfully with their eye shut.

Green rights themself and pulls away as quickly as they can. They gasp. The air is thick and rancid and at first Green coughs on the smell. They feel around and find the ridges of Red's teeth, and press themself into the squishy safe space between them.

"RED?" Green calls out, still not quite having caught their breath. The walls of Red's gizzard twitch and jostle Green.

"Void- Fuck- Green, Green, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- I-I'll- I'll get you out, hold on- I'm not gonna hurt you-"

Green shudders. They can feel Red start moving and they grip onto Red's teeth for stability.

The way the walls around them shift, they think Red might be holding a hand to their belly. Somehow that's a comforting thought, so Green decides to believe it.

Red stops. Their breathing becomes more strained and deliberate.

"I'm gonna- I'm gonna throw up. Close your eyes."

"Okay."

"Are you ready?"

"I'm ready-"

as soon as the words are out of Green's beak, Red's gizzard shudders and contracts, and a second later warm goop washes Green away from their hold, back up Red's throat.

They fall into a sink, coughing and sputtering.

"You're okay.." Red assures them, and then, "You're okay..." Red assures themself. "There's water running here-" Red splashes some of the trickling water near Green so they can better tell with their eye still squeezed shut.

Green spits, and brings themself over to stand under the faucet. When they open their eye and move on to washing off their tail, Red speaks again.

"I'm so sorry, Green- I don't know why I- Are you okay? You aren't hurt?"

Green shuts their eye. They feel a very strong desire to swear at Red, but they put their eye back under the faucet and hold back.

"Void below, Red.." They fill their beak with water and spit it out again, trying to get the smell out of their mouth. "Don't- Don't do that ever again. That's terrifying." They shudder and run their hand over their antennae, and then go to pick the bits of food out of the feathers. They take a bit, stare at it.

"..Great fucking void below, i was in your fucking gizzard." Green says.

Red laughs. Nervously. Green themself can't even tell if they're horrified or in awe. a little of both, probably.

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did i really make this blog and only post writing Once Ever

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Having a pred crush on your own oc is so embarrassing. Here’s my blorbo from my brain and I want him to eat people! I’d rather be dead

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this is also probably why i dont really enjoy squirming or descriptions of how the prey tastes. noooo i dont WANT to know how they taste whyy do u think i am eating them whole. i don't want them to squirm if they can squirm more than a twitch then the belly is not full. eat more.

sometimes it is not even about the vore it's just about the fantasy of food that is filling and is not sensory/executive function hell. i sure wish i could eat one thing and be full. i sure wish i could abandon all reservations and sink my teeth into something and just keep eating.

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sometimes it is not even about the vore it's just about the fantasy of food that is filling and is not sensory/executive function hell. i sure wish i could eat one thing and be full. i sure wish i could abandon all reservations and sink my teeth into something and just keep eating.

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So uhhhh Vore?

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Gender is like completely irrelevant to me in terms of vore like if its brought up too much or used in any way to determine power dynamics it becomes annoying

I do not care what you are get inside me

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I kinda love the idea of a pred trying to hold back with their prey but ending up with the prey elbow or shoulder deep the very second they get a taste. Before sheepishly withdrawing.

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You get home from running errands. Walking through the house and to your bedroom, you realize something very quick upon entering; your favorite pillow and blanket are gone.

Instead, sitting in bed with a large, round belly, is your S/O. She looks up at you, blinking, but doesn't say anything.

"Well?" You finally ask, gesturing to the empty spot where your pillow and blanket is supposed to be.

"Sorry," She says. "I got hungry, and they smelled like you."

A low gurgle sounds from her belly. Of course, the implication is not lost on you.

They smelled like you.

If you were home, YOU would've been the one plumping her stomach out. But today, you've been spared... At the cost of your favorite pillow and blanket, which sit in her quietly rumbling gut while she casually reads a book.

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Enough about predcrushes, I wanna hear about your preycrushes. I wanna hear about the silly little guys you look at and think "I want to put them in my mouth"

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this is my house and one day ill have the confidence to make it Worse.

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Friend and I were discussing and decided that riv.let should take peb.bles to deliver the heart himself in person and this is how.

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In my early designs for , uh , cat slugs, you could see their nerves and such. I didn't keep it because it didn't feel Wiggly enough, but, it did have perks,

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I don't usually do fando.m but im seeing a niche to fill. Startling lack of vore/related for a game where: ( mild spoilers? )

there are 500 things that want to eat you.

your goal every day is to eat a bunch and then take a nap.

you can climb around inside a giant biomechanical superstructure.

vore game.

anyway. who here likes rai/n wor/ld

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anyway. who here likes rai/n wor/ld

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i showed a non-vore friend my vore writing as an example of how i write things. they were talking about how i write "sensuality" really well, and that vore came off as a metaphor for sex for them. as an asexual, i don't really see vore as a metaphor for sex. i see vore as trust and intimacy. as security and care. in some cases, love.

i told medli about this, since it was about one of the luke and rowan drabbles i've posted. medli suggested that we, as asexuals, replace the physical form of love that people connect with sex to vore. that maybe this is a reason why some people can't see nonsexual as... well, nonsexual.

the same friend has said to me in the past that although i see vore as nonsexual, the way that i write vore comes off as sexual to them. it wasn't my intent, but because it held those feelings that they attached to sex, it comes off as sexual.

medli and i don't see anything sexual about the way we enjoy vore. it's about the closeness, love, and comfort. my friend mentioned that that is what they seek out in sex. the idea of "being inside someone" is apparently an inherently sexual experience for them.

the conversation was very interesting to me, because for me being inside someone doesn't have any sexual connotation to it.

medli determined that we seek intimacy through other ways, like vore, because sex doesn't cut it for us as asexuals. we don't have that sort of emotion tied to an experience we don't relate to.

i just find this kind of discussion neat. i think it makes a lot of sense to me and opened my eyes a bit.

this is all just speculation and something to think about though!