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a little tug-o-vore. being between two preds, one with your arms in their mouth, the other your legs. whoever has the thickest, most powerful swallows gets the prize (you)!

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Opinions on preds that are gods? Where the prey being chosen to be devoured by their deity is a huge honour. They get to directly fuel their god's sacred powers, do if course the painful digestion and early death are sorth it!

I have a concept like this in my notes, but it's just with my OCs. Aside from that, though, I LOVEEEE this concept a lot. I love the idea of a goddess, protecting the lands, all the villages. She just has one requirement: One lady, delivered to her every year. Nobody knows what happens to these women, but they're never seen again.

So the chosen lady is sacrificed; tied up, and left out in a field, on top of a large slate. It's quite scary, quite daunting, and after a while, the lady even wonders if the goddess is real... Until finally, she takes form in front of the mortal woman. She's tall, with a lot of non-human characteristics; fluffy, feathered wings, a longish, prehensile tail covered in fur with a tuft at the end, clawed hands, white fur covering most of her body... Her face, though, seems to be the most human-like aspect of her - until it very much isn't.

The goddess grabs her sacrifice and whisks her away, taking her somewhere private. The goddess doesn't waste any time with pleasantries; why talk to your dinner, afterall? Instead, she opens her mouth scarily wide, and she devours the mortal in just a few thick gulps. She's careful not to puncture the lady's skin - mortals are so fragile, afterall - and once she's done, she lets out a sigh, curling up and purring happily over her meal.

Of course... The mortal is less than thrilled about this. Being consumed isn't fun. It's no walk in the park, either. A goddess' stomach is all-powerful, churning and working quickly to break down its meal. And yet... This task is such an important one, and the mortal doesn't want to upset her goddess. She protects everyone and everything in the land, right? So... Instead of trying to struggle and squirm, the lady curls up, shivering and whimpering.

The goddess isn't heartless, though... She hears the whimpering, and she rubs her belly with a clawed hand gently.

"Shh, it will all be over soon, sweet thing," She coos gently. The goddess loves her people, her land, her job... And these women give her the energy she needs to keep going, so she loves them. It's just a shame that the poor things have to suffer to give the goddess what she needs.

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Grabbing a little preything by its tail. Smirking at them as they helplessly squirm and writhe mid-air. I admire the tenacity, really, I do, but let's face the reality - They're not going to escape so easily.

Taking a deep breath, I blow a puff of smoke in their face. At first, their face scrunches up, as if annoyed by this... But then, their muscles go lax, and the fight completely leaves their body. They go brainless, the way a preything should be.

I open my mouth, slowly lowering them in. As I do, the prey giggles a little and nuzzles their nose into my cheek. I chuckle a little and coo softly at them. How can I not? I have a soft spot for such little cuties, whether they're willing or not.

The process is fast. Once I have my jaws around them, I swallow quickly. My pheromones will be wearing off soon, so I have to be fast. In just a few swallows, my meal is settled in my gut, curling up tightly. I can feel them purring and nuzzling into me, which pulls another soft coo from me. Lovingly, I rub my stomach with one hand, and with the other, I idly pick at my teeth.

In a few minutes, my smoky pheromones wear off. My gut goes still for a moment... And then, it comes to life, thrashing wildly as my prey struggles. They scream for help, but their voice is heavily muffled. My tail curls in, and I let out another soft coo, prodding my stomach. A strained gurgle sounds in response.

"Don't worry, little darling... I'll take good care of you," I murmur, lovingly running a hand over my stomach.

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Spelunking.

Super short (2.5K) self indulgent story of a borrower!you getting caught by Christopher and swallowed up <3 Maybe bring better equipment next time you try borrowing from a maneater...

G/t, ambiguous ending, rope play in the throat, and mentions of fatal <3 enjoy!

You can’t believe you got caught.

The man who lives in the apartment you’ve been borrowing from is home so rarely that you suppose you’ve gotten careless. After all, he’s never around to hear your heavy footsteps on the counters or the scrabbling of clumsy hands against drawers. His two cats are easy enough to maneuver around as well, seeing as one of them is trained well enough to not go on the counter, and to scream at the other one whenever it gets the bright idea of chasing you along the countertop. 

You’d been testing your new rope, tying it to all manner of things in the kitchen and letting yourself be slowly lowered off the edges of drawers, tables, counters… and hadn’t been bothering to keep your laughter at your successes quiet, nor the thuds of your tiny boots as you’d climbed up the edges of his walls and cabinets. 

Everything had been going so well that you’d somehow missed the sound of the bedroom door opening and the light in the hallway, and by the time you realized that something was amiss… was only due to clawed fingers wrapping around your waist and a soft coo of: “Oh, what do we have here?”

And now, here you are, dangling between his fingers from the rope you’d thought had been such a clever tool to get around the maze of his apartment. You can’t bring yourself to speak as you stare up at him meekly, the light reflecting off his glasses making his eyes seem cold and far away- near impossible to read. 

He hasn’t spoken since his initial greeting, if you can even call it that. All he’s done is stare at you with that coldness in his eyes, almost as if he’s calculating something- blinking every now and again, though it does nothing to set your mind at ease. If anything, it makes you feel worse, and when he opens his lips and finally speaks to you properly-

“Well. You should fit. This should be interesting.”

-it does nothing to calm your nerves. 

Before you can ask him what he means, the air is forced out of your lungs by him tugging on your little rope, effortlessly and haphazardly lifting you into the air above his face and leaving you to stare down at him in terrified disbelief. You’ve never met this human before, but from what you’ve gathered, there’s nothing too horrible about him. 

With your lower lip trembling, you look down into his deep brown eyes, searching for any trace of a joke or flickers of sympathy. 

What you receive in return is a toothy smirk. One that plays out almost in slow motion, leaving you helpless to watch as his lips curl away from his teeth, showing the gleaming, drool-slicked and sharp points lining his gums. Your heart starts racing at the sight of them, and again, you try to find your words- but you’re once again interrupted by something terrifying. 

Those teeth were bad enough on their own, but as you stare down at Christopher’s freckled face… they begin to part. 

A warm blast of air rises from the chasm opening beneath you and you find yourself unable to look away as the huge muscle of his tongue shifts- easily the size of a small mattress and just as cushioned- moving from one side of the pink and dripping cavern to the other. The surface of it flexes in waves, and you follow the muscle back toward the darkest pit in the back of his jaws- marked by a swinging uvula and a streamlined tunnel designed to cram anything it can fit inside down.

His throat flexes, and his whole mouth shifts at once- a mess of moving pieces and parts and flesh and teeth rearranging to allow him a soft swallow- and when it opens again, strings of drool connect the bottom of his jaws to the top like the bars of a prison cell. 

Unable to speak, your own mouth opens and closes as you watch his throat shift with his every breath, the idle motions of his tongue twitching and swaying as more and more saliva floods the cavern. 

You’re transfixed, though the spell breaks when his grip on your rope abruptly falters- sending you falling a few inches closer to the gaping maw with a scream. 

A laugh rolls over you in response, and you gasp, clutching the rope in your fingers despite the knot keeping you secure. You’re spinning now, watching the gullet beneath you pulse as you rotate, unable to keep yourself from noticing that it seems to be pulsing in anticipation, the tongue stretching out from between those lips as if to echo the sentiment. 

He’s going to eat you.

No. No, he won’t. 

Surely he won’t. 

Despite not being human, you think for a moment that you’ll be able to appeal to his sympathy, though when you manage to tear your gaze away from his maw to try looking into his eyes--

The rope slides easily through his fingers, and with a rush of air, you plummet- your scream being cut off and muffled by his tongue greeting you. It all but wraps around your sides, and you feel it constrict, pinning your arms to your torso as its owner tips his head back and allows you to fall backward into the cage of his mouth. 

You scream as the tongue folds over you greedily, drinking in your flavour and slathering you in thick saliva. The surface won’t stop moving beneath your hands- cushy and soft and speckled with taste buds that leave a faint bumpy texture pressing against your palms and fingers- though when he abruptly licks you again, you’re flipped onto your side, helpless to do anything but let his tongue squish tightly against your back. The muscle is hot and explorative, wasting no time in dragging its tip along your flailing limbs. 

Everything around you is hot and slick, but the more you fight against it, the more of his saliva seeps through your clothes, soaking your skin and causing you to slip around easily in the chasm of his mouth. A zigzag of light filtering between his teeth is the only way for you to see the warm pink of his tongue as it continues to effortlessly bat you and part of your flimsy rope around. 

It’s… so easy for him. 

So easy to treat you as nothing more than a sweet treat. You find yourself pushed against his fangs more than once, and each time, you suck in a sharp breath and wait for him to chew you to pieces- all the while trying to peer out past his lips for one more glance at the world you’re leaving behind.

You don’t get one. 

All your squirms earn you is more buffeting from the tongue, more hums of delight from the throat that you know is yawning wide behind you, but you don’t allow yourself to look at it, trying instead to drag yourself forward in the dripping mouth of the beast. You’re close. Your fingers reach the very edge of his gums and you strain to pull yourself up from his gullet even as you feel your legs brush the very edge of his throat.

A throat that twitches eagerly, the muscles there relaxing with a soft slrrrk of noise- and you yelp as you find yourself falling deeper into the squishy tube. 

“NO-”

The tongue that had been idly sloshing you around arches, filling his mouth and squeezing the air from your lungs in a strangled cry- though you don’t have time to be worried about that as you realize what the predator’s doing.

Swallowing. He’s swallowing. The gullet behind you lurches, a tiny hlrk and a bob of the muscles behind you causing you to throw your arms forward as gravity changes- but you’re too covered in saliva to get a grip on anything. Instead, you’re forced to feel his uvula drag across the back of your shoulders as he hums- the noise loud enough to make your chest feel like it’s buzzing. 

You’re squashed under his uvula entirely with another firm swallow, leaving you scrambling against the plush back of his tongue as you try to reach the swinging tab of flesh. Your fingers are tangled tightly in your rope, clutching it in utter desperation. It’s still holding fast. Still tied to something. 

You try to remember if you saw it caught between his molars or canines as you try to hoist yourself further up his gullet- barely able to even paw the backmost part of his tongue in your attempts to reach freedom. It’s still somewhat taut, taut enough that there’s hope…

…as light falls over you, you look up from the depths of his throat, for one fleeting moment allowing yourself to think that he’s about to cough you up. It must be a mistake. He seems like a kind enough man, and you shift your position slightly to see better, wiping a string of drool out of your face as a shadow falls over his jaws. 

His hand. 

And in his fingers…

No…

In his fingers, he’s lazily clutching the end of your rope. He holds it there with a soft chuckle, one that makes the throat around you ripple, before you watch his mouth start to relax as it closes for what you realize in terror is the final time.

“Wait- wait wait wait-!"

When he swallows, the walls of his throat clutch tight around you, rippling with a soft ulp that folds around you and tries to squeeze you down along with it. Your whole body jerks in place, being squashed tighter into the living tunnel before the rope pulls taut and forces you back up- which causes the muscles around you to quiver and the predator they belong to to hum. 

It’s absolutely deafening this close to his voicebox. 

You gasp as the slimy walls finally ease up, trembling at the sensation of something pressing at you from outside of your new prison. At first, you almost think you’re imagining it, but when the throat around you twitches in response to a firmer press, you realize those are fingers pressing against you from the outside. 

You can’t help but imagine yourself as a lump in Christopher’s throat. 

As you struggle harder, forcing your elbows out against the taunting squishes, in you mind’s eye, you see the small flutter of your movements settled just above his collarbone- the way you stretch the freckled skin and wriggle just beneath it- and as you tug on the rope in a desperate attempt to shimmy back up the way you came-

GLURK.

-the throat constricts tighter, and this time you can’t keep yourself from giving a yelp as you’re sucked further into Christopher’s esophagus- settled just beside his thudding heart. The walls of his gullet have grown tighter, as has the knot of the rope around your waist thanks to said walls hungrily rippling around you in an attempt to squeeze you deeper inside. Again, you struggle to haul yourself further up the rope that’s keeping you suspended in his chest. Your saliva slicked hands fumble to get a grip, and you curse yourself for not having tied too many knots in it before trying to use it out borrowing. In the pitch darkness of his throat, you can’t see much aside a very faint red- the light from outside only penetrating deep enough for you to see the faint outlines of the esophagus squeezing around you. 

Your rope is still being held snugly by the gullet’s walls, the red lifeline almost vanishing into the pulsing darkness, but you squint through the saliva running down your face just long enough to realize how far down you’ve been squeezed. Seeming miles of throat stretch above you, and a flicker of light from the top of the tunnel causes your heart to sink. On either side of you, you hear a rush of air filling your devourer’s lungs, and everything tightens as they fill with oxygen, preparing for another-

Gulp.

-for him, it must be nothing. Just soft and lazy bobs of his adam’s apple that allow your rope to fall deeper into the folds of his throat. You can almost imagine how faint the sound of him swallowing must be outside of the sweltering confines you’re in now- but you can’t quite cling to the illusion long enough to mute the disgusting squelch and ULLLLK that draw you deep enough to feel a distinct change in heat.

Heat from below you.

Heat coupled by the sound of an organic growl, and your heart grows cold despite the warmth of the predator surrounding you as you realize how close to the belly of the beast you’ve gotten.

You scramble against the soft walls, tugging on your slack rope more and more as the sound of gurgling grows louder beneath you. You can’t end up in his stomach. You won’t. You’re a borrower, you’re not-

Glmpk.

He swallows once more. 

Firmly. 

Firmly enough that you manage to look above you in terror, watching the tunnel of his throat constrict in a wave that rushes toward you in the dark, too fast for you to do anything but take a breath in before you’re squished firmly into the upper stomach sphincter. 

Then through it.

Your tiny form lands in his stomach with a wet plop.

The walls around you shudder with a gurgle of greeting, and above you, you hear a long and contented sigh breeze up from the throat you fought for your life not to get squeezed down- unable to keep yourself from envying the air for being able to get past his lips.

You’re not as lucky as the air. The stomach containing you groans in emphasis, the organ steadily starting to rock this way and that, the walls rippling inwards eagerly in what you realize are the beginnings of digestion. Your hands find the rope and you pull on it sharply, earning the sound of a muffled glp from above and the sensation of more and more of it pulling into his belly, coiling around you on the fleshy floor, gulp after gulp ushering it down, down…

The piece of yarn bobs momentarily at the back of Christopher’s throat, and it brushes the folds of flesh there as its pulled down his gullet. It isn’t fully soaked through with his saliva, not yet, and as he sits with his jaws open, he gulps, feeling it stick dryly in his throat- though he persists in his task anyway. 

With a few more short swallows, there’s no trace left of you at all. No rope dangles from between his lips. No shape wriggles in his throat, and as he trails a hand down to his comfortably full stomach… he grins at the realization that you fit so perfectly inside that you’ve completely vanished from the outside world. Not even a lump against his middle surfaces to show anyone where you’ve vanished to, and he purrs in delight, trailing his fingers over his middle and hiccuping suddenly when you squirm. 

“Oh, don’t worry.”

His voice rumbles around you, echoing over the sounds of digestion. One of the fleshy walls folds inward with a prod against you and you feel the tip of one of his claws massaging you into the lining. 

“I think I’m going to let my guts take their time with you… best get comfy in there.” 

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I LOVE when a vore is about to go down, but then it fails. Somehow its edged and cancelled. a naughty pet told to spit you out... your predator fell asleep drunk while tasting... or even worse..they let you go, confident they'll be able to catch their food again catch and release, playing cat and mouse with you over and over and over... the viscous humiliation dripping all over you, smelling like their breath. Embarrassed. Everyone heard you yelp and beg, fight or flight; and for a moment you and the predator will never be able to forget, you were bested and dominated completely into a depth of submission few survive. Because you made them hungry. Its like edgeplay impending vore. its possible you never even end up in that belly ever..

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a quick g/t since i've been thinking about this more often than not

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Hmm? Let you go? No... I can't do that. I'm an apex predator... A creature that needs to get ready for the coming winter. Cry if you like, but this is both out of necessity, and for my enjoyment. You're here to serve me, and me alone.

Ahh... But you sure are cute. I hate seeing you cry and squirm in my grasp. Look at me, darling. Into my swirling eyes... Thaaat's right... There you go... It works like a charm every time, hypnotized by my gaze. You've stopped squirming - good. I promise to devour you gently...

I take you in slowly, taking my time, savoring your flavor as I swallow you down. Eventually, the last of you is gliding down my throat smoothly, your outline travelling downwards... Until, finally, your journey comes to an end in my stomach. Almost immediately, a low gurgle sounds from my stomach, and I smile, affectionately kneading my squishy belly.

You'll fill out my form nicely - I'll have enough warmth and padding on my body to last the winter. And to think... It's all from a little cutie like you~ I always love cradling prey in my coils and looking into their eyes. They're so helplessly adorable when they're hypnotized and doomed to become a layer of fat on my body.

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As I lay semi-curled up in the slimy pouch encasing me I can't even find it within myself to feel angry or upset with the great creature. I was terrified at first, understandably, but now my thoughts have me halt my struggles.

It was just hungry. Something that every living thing needs to satiate, often at the expense of another life. How could I resent something so natural? It was just my unlucky day. It was hungry, and I looked like food. I am food, now. How can I still be as I was after being scouted and tasted and swallowed? Just sustenance.

A strange sense of peace settles over my mind as the deep organic sounds steadily grow louder and the ever-shifting movements of the stomach walls more intense. I don't have to do anything, now. Just digest. Maybe I was always going to end up here. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be. The thought coupled with the oxygen-scarce air dizzied me.

I soon found myself unable to lift my eyelids any longer. My body slumps against the slimy walls. I fade and succumb to the powerful creature which has devoured so many before me, joining its greatness.

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Anybody that’s into Vore please like/ reblog this.

My dash is dry af and I’m looking for more blogs to follow.

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Some existential vore for you?? Willing fatal vore

Our eyes met and the rest of the world faded. For a moment, the beast and I were the only presences in the universe. I was expecting sharp, cruel eyes intent on watching my suffering. What I saw the exact opposite. Its eyes were so... open. No malice was present. The word that came to find was longing. Its gaze was so intense and honest that I couldn't look away. Something about it made my pounding heart begin to slow. I couldn't understand why, but I found myself relaxing in its grip. Right. I'm in the grasp of a hungry beast. It wants to eat me.

A gentle rumble emits from its chest as its head dips down until its eyes are a few arms lengths away from mine. It's exhales blow my hair around. We just stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. It feels like my soul is being read, like this beast somehow knows me in my entirety.

There's an incredible wisdom behind these eyes and I can't help but feel compelled to trust it. I should be terrified when it dips its head even closer. It's so massive. Its nose is larger than my face. It's nostrils twitch as it sniffs the air around my head and torso. It pleased-sounding rumble at my aroma. It pulls back and our eyes meet once again. A shiny tongue swipes around the outside of its massive jaws.

I feel something in my soul click into place. My entire life, I've been searching for my purpose. I've spent countless sleepless nights stressing over not doing enough, too much, the wrong things... but now all of that feels so small and insignificant. I am pinned by an extraordinary creature that I never thought could exist. It saw me on my walk in the forest and chose me. It chose me. It wants me. It needs me. I can't think of a reason not to obey.

I slowly raise an arm and softly lay my hand on its top lip. The skin feels so tough against my hand. The lips part and that tongue returns, slowly slithering up to my hand like a curious snake. The slick appendage covers my hand and creeps up my arm until it can get an adequate taste of my flesh. It's such a strange sensation. Its eyes narrow in approval. It makes me shiver from the intensity of the moment.

The tongue pulls back and I hear a loud gulp from the massive mouth in front of me. Its jaws slowly open more and more until the space is large enough for my form to fit in. It occurs to me that it wants me to make the choice. Choose the fate that has arrived for me.

I feel the tightness cradling my legs loosen and flatten to support rather than constrict me. After a moment of hesitation, I muster the night to lean forward on its massive hand, and grip its bottom lip. It's breath warms my face and feels inviting in a strange way. I use the leverage to pull myself fully into the mouth. The tongue ripples and twitches under me, like it can't stay still while the creature is able to taste me. Once I pull my feet between the lips, the jaws close around me, and I am in darkness.

I am immediately pressed up against the roof of the mouth, forcing the air from my lungs and stunning me temporarily. Still, I do not fight. I just remain pliant while the tongue manipulated my body and tastes me. The rumbles from earlier sound infinitely louder from within the maw. Everything surrounding me vibrates as the creature expresses its pleasure at my taste. It's strangely satisfying to know I'm being enjoyed.

I have no way of knowing how long I'm tossed around the mouth by the greedy tongue before I start to slide to the back of the mouth. I can't see, but I can feel the base of the tongue under my body starting to incline to shove me down into the entrance of the beast's throat. I am dragged into a tight tube of flesh before a deafening GLP rings through my head and I am squeezed repeatedly down down down until I am let out into a slightly less constricting area. I know where I am now. I am too exhausted to struggle even if I wanted to. And I don't.

As I lay slumped against the stomach walls, I feel... content. This situation should terrify me. I was caught and eaten by a beast unlike any I've ever seen before. And I let it happen. If someone were to ask me to explain why I did this, I would have no words. I just saw it, and I knew. This is why I was born. This is my purpose.

The stomach walls start to clench tighter and tighter around my curled up body while steadily getting noisier. All I can hear are the groans and gurgles of an eager stomach and deep, satisfied breathing. It's so hot, it's suffocating. My head feels fuzzy from the stale air. I can feel myself starting to pass out, like my mind is slowly flickering to black the longer I am encased by the tight, slick pocket. Liquid excreting from the surrounding flesh makes my skin starts to tingle and I distantly realize I'm being digested. The beast ate me, and is starting to digest me. I'm just food, now. There'll be nothing left of me in a few hours. I'm comforted by the thought. I start to drift off comfortable and peaceful. I hear the beast rumble one last time before I fade completely.

I guess this was my fate all along. I have no regrets.

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Willing and fatal together is such an interesting dynamic to me

Inspired by this post by @honeyed-poet, I interpreted it as g/t.

Warnings: g/t vore, fatal vore, willing vore, fade-to-black digestion

The first day I saw her, it was easy to avoid her. She made so much noise stalking through the forest that I could swiftly remain concealed by the brush while she tried to track down my scent. It was almost pitiful how bad of a hunter she was. I let myself feel lucky and went on with my day.

The second time saw her, she spotted me. We locked eyes the moment she did. I could see per pupils widen at the sight of potential sustenance and she lunges for me. Her movements are unpracticed and awkward, so she is easy to evade. Her fingers don't come close to catching me and I slip away while she is paused in frustration.

The third time I saw her, she didn't see me at all. She looked noticeable different since the last time I saw her. Thinner. She had lost weight in her cheeks and looked... defeated. I considered approaching her but reconsidered once I heard a long, loud groan from her stomach. She winced as it growled, visibly starving and weak. I guess she hasn't had much luck hunting. In a strange way I feel bad for her. I debate with myself before making the choice to approach her. She isn't much of a threat in this state, anyway.

I slowly walk over to where she is sat on the forest floor and she hears the leaves under my feet when I am one of her arm's length away. I'm careful to keep my distance, I know better to underestimate a starving predator.

"Hunting doesn't seem like your strong suit", I remarked. Her head lifts weakly and she stares at me pathetically. I can tell if she weren't weak with hunger she would be lunging at me. I can feel in the air how badly she wants to eat me. "Can I offer you some advice?" She looks skeptical but doesn't interrupt from a lack of better options. she looks unsure of being lectured by her potential food. 

All throughout that day and evening, I coach her in the hunt. It was obvious that nobody had ever taught her anything about providing for herself and it made me wonder why that was. I didn't ask.

Instead, I talked her through ambushing, tracking, and trapping. I told her about predators who had tried to manipulate me into a false sense of calm before striking. I told her about ways her prey might try to escape and how I've escaped predators during close calls. She listens intently. I leave her that night with a lot to think about.

...

The next time I saw her, she was in the distance with something clutched in both hands. She slowly unwrapped one of her hands and a frantic voice escaped. She had a man that I recognized from my years of venturing within the forest. I didn't know his name, but he was a fellow wanderer. Friendly, from what I could remember.

"No, please! Please don't eat me! Don-!"

The pleas were cut off by a pair of giant lips opening and closing around the tiny man's face, muffling the shouts and protests. I watch as she purses her lips to suck the man the rest of the way into her mouth and tossed him around her cheeks with her tongue, her mouth occasionally opening to let out the man's panicked begging. She savors the man for a while before tilting her head back and letting the man slip into her throat. I can see the bulge in her neck where her prey had slipped before she throws her head back with a GULP that echoes to where I am currently hiding. I watch with a mix of pride and dread as the wriggling bulge slides down and out of sight into her starving center. She breathes a huge sigh of relief and licks the remaining flavor from her lips.

"It looks like you're getting better at that", I called out, stepping out of the brush to face her. She startles out of her daze and looks to you. She looks embarrassed having been caught savoring her meal.

"Your advice worked. I got him to talk to me and he let his guard down. I saw the opening and just...", she trailed off, her hand drifting to her abdomen where it was ever so slightly bulged out. At the touch, her stomach let out a gurgle, shifting against the still panicked prey inside. It seemed that she was starting to digest her catch. I can barely hear his shouts from within her. She looks so relieved that it feels easy to be happy for her, even though it could have been me within her right now. That thought stuck with me. It could be me in her stomach, rewarding her new skills as a predator. Not completely sure what I'm feeling, I look to her again.

"The first time I saw you I easily snuck past you. Now look at you", I praise. I truly am impressed. She blushes.

"It's all thanks to you", she replies, hand stroking back and forth over her belly as it gets to work on her meal.

Driven by a wordless feeling, I offer to her. "You seem capable of handling yourself now. It makes me want to see your skills in action", I look up at her with some hesitation. She looks confused, but there's an underlying eagerness there. Something in her eyes and the way her tongue subtly swipes at the corner of her mouth. "I guess for now we go our separate ways. If our paths happen to cross, it'll be how it always has been. But, If you happen to catch me..." I meet her eyes, "you can have me." Her eyes light up with predatory hunger even moments after consuming prey.

Speaking of which, her stomach has kicked up a gear since we've been talking and I no longer hear the pleas of the man she ate. It must be rough in there. A drop of sweat runs down my neck at the thought.

"Okay", she tells me in a light voice full of craving and restraint. I take that as my cue to leave her to digest and escape while I can.

...

Since then, I've had a few close encounters with her. The first time, she tried a classic ambush to chase me into a corner, which I escaped by hiding in a crevice much too large for her to reach into and hid until she moved to search a new area. The second, she attempted to smooth talk to set me at ease. Under the guise of seeing an old friend she looked happy to see me and attempted to act as harmless as possible to draw me in. If I hadn't been the one to teach her that, she might have fooled me but I've seen her hungry enough to recognize the deep want in her eyes. I kept my distance and slipped away while she was distracted. Another time, she nearly pinned me down before she sensed another predator in the area and fled. I felt confident that I could escape her at least for a while.

Soon, my cockiness would get the better of me. This time, while venturing into her part of the forest, I let my guard down. I didn't think twice about the patch of leaves on the ground gathered in one circular pile. As soon as my foot made contact with the foliage my weight tipped forward and I tumbled for a few seconds until I landed on my side at the bottom of what I can now tell is a pit trap, much deeper than I would be capable of digging. The walls are far too fall and steep to lift myself out on my own. It hit me suddenly that I knew who put this here. And what it meant. If I don't escape, I'll be eaten. But I don't panic.

I hear heavy footsteps against the ground above me and sure enough I see her face peering into the pit with those eager eyes. She looks proud of herself and her trap. She wastes no time reaching a hand down toward me. The image makes me instinctively back away but I don't resist. She has me. Long fingers as thick as torso wrap around me and lift me out of the pit that has trapped me. We lock eyes as I am lifted right up toward her face. I can see my own pitiful reflection in her plate-sized irises.

"Caught you", she spoke softly, her breath pushing my hair back. I can only think to let out a "Yeah". She lifts me until her lips are all I can see.

She leans in and presses a gentle kiss to my head that covers my entire face. The soft lips linger for a few silent moments before parting for a warm, wet tongue slithering over my front. After a pass she pulled away and sighed pleasantly. It was clear she enjoyed the taste she has been denied until now. It felt strange to just let it happen after being conditioned to avoid this at all costs. A strange sense of calm washes over me as her tastebuds drag against my skin. Our eyes meet for the last time. Her pupils are blown wider than I've ever seen them. We both take a few breaths. I somehow feel simultaneously calm and powerless under her gaze. She looks so eager, like a dog waiting for a treat. She's earned it. I give a hesitant nod.

"Thank you", she whispers, like it's a secret between us.

She brings me back up to those parted lips and I am greeted by her tongue once again. It sort of scoops me up and draws me between those giant lips and beyond a row of teeth. I look through her jaws out into the forest for one last glimpse of sunlight before her mouth closes and encases me in humid darkness. Her tongue cradles me, shifting around and keeping me moving as she tastes me. Instinct has me tensing but I remain pliant for her. We had a deal, after all. The noises of enjoyment are so much louder inside her mouth like an echo chamber. Hearing her enjoy me in the most basic sense satisfies a deep part of me. It's fulfilling in a strange way, knowing that you'll nourish a larger being.

I'm not sure how much time passes in the wet darkness before she's decided to move things along. I'm exhausted from tossing and turning and the constant licks and damp air. It takes her no effort to nudge me to the back of her tongue. Her lips part slightly and I am blinded momentarily by the crack between her lips and a rush of fresh air hits my face, rejuvenating me a bit. I feel her head tilt upward and gravity pulls me right to the precipice of her throat. Everything is still for a moment, and then an explosion of movement.

My mind is immediately reminded of when I saw her consume the man. How her throat bulged as he was dragged down into her. That's me, now, I thought. Deafening gulps sound around me as her muscles squeeze and pull me down. It's so tight I can barely draw breath in between squeezes. I am tugged down for several moments before being deposited into a slightly more spacious area. I am greeted by a satisfied sigh echoing around me and the stomach walls clenching and feeling me out.

I am completely within her now. This is it. I've been eaten.

Being in a stomach is a unique experience. I know I won't be here long, yet I'll never leave. It's smaller than I expected it to be. The walls rub against me nonstop, drenching me with something that makes my skin tingle upon contact. Every few seconds the surrounding stomach lets out a series of gentle rumbles, groans, and gurgles.

I shift to make myself comfortable and settle down within the stomach of the predator I created. The pride is back as I think of how far she's come. I feel thankful that my end is within her, how in a way I get to reap the benefits of helping her. It's a strange pride drawing from causing my own end. It's not the worst way to go. I know she'll make good use of me.

"That was clever. I'm proud", I admitted, not sure if she could hear me from so deep within. I feel additional pressure running back and forth and I realize she's rubbing her full belly. I hope I'm filling for her.

After stewing for a while, the fleshy walls containing me begin to clench harder and tighten around me in rhythmic motions. My ears are overwhelmed with the groaning the gurgling of her stomach around me, preparing to digest me and take in my nutrients that she needs so badly. The already heavy and humid air gets thicker slowly over time and my head gets fuzzy. It occurs to me that once I fall asleep, it'll be over. I knew being eaten was a possibility my entire life but willingly subjecting myself to it is something I didn't expect to do. I've escaped quite a few hungry predators, but this ending feels right.

I slowly fade from consciousness knowing that I've helped change the life of the predator who consumed me.

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reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

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Being wrapped up to be eaten for later, struggling against your bonds in terror as you fret about the pred coming back at any moment~

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Can I try something? If you're in the v/ ore community here, please reblog?

No pressure to of course, but looking back so much of the community has broken apart or left and I'd just really like to see how many people are still around, if we can make anything from this.

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Random vore idea #028

Prey falling asleep in the most inconvenient places and being found by hungry preds and swallowed down as a quick snack before they even know what’s going on. Maybe they wake up later and try to beg and plead with their captor, but to the pred, the satisfying sound of their stomach gurgling and their impressive burps is all they can hear.

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“Pet, come here,” I obey my master without question. He holds out his palm and I position myself in the center before he lifts his palm up to his face. I’m so close that I can feel the puffs of breath coming from his nose.

“Close your eyes, Pet. Stay still for me,” Master coaxes. I close my eyes and let the tension fade from my shoulders. I’m not sure what Master wants but I’ll always be good for him.

I flinch slightly as a warm, wet mass gently rubs over my bare body. Alarmed and confused, I attempt to turn my head out if the last of what I now realize is a tongue. Master doesn’t like that very much and brings his other hand to hold my head still as he pulls away slightly.

“Stay. Still.” The words are firm and absolute and I have no choice but to submit. Master has never been this firm with me before, always so gentle and caring. His fingers remain to hold me into place as his tongue once again seeks me out.

I endure several more minutes of being tasted before master pulls back again. His eyes are nothing like I’m used to. His pupils are huge, drowning out any of the gentle master I had come to know.

“Master-“,

“Shhhhhh...” Master interrupted my inquiries. “Everything’s okay, just relax,” All of this feels foreign and strange. I have no idea what he has in mind.

“I need you to obey, sweet thing,” I nod without question. Anything master wants.

“Crawl inside,” I wasn’t sure what Master was talking about until he abruptly decided to move things along.

My master’s lips part and his maw yawns open, giving me a clear view of the tongue that I had been aquainted with earlier as well as the surrounding slick flesh. His throat shifts as he breathes. His fingers nudge my back, shoving me over until my forearms land on his tongue and I’m staring headfirst at the back of his mouth. The tongue curls around me slightly, like he’s unable to keep it still while he can taste me. Responding to his commands, I push down my uneasiness and slowly pull the rest of my tiny body into Master’s mouth. All of my body can fit on his tongue and I am reminded by our differences in a striking way.

Suddenly the light illuminating the mouth around me is blacked out when Master closes his lips. The tongue under me takes that as a cue to buck and push me to the roof of the mouth, running over me and suckling my form. Almost deafening sounds of pleasure echo up from Master’s throat indicating how much he’s enjoying this. Enjoying me. I don’t know why he’s doing this but I am happy that I’m making my master happy. I continue to be smothered by my master’s tongue, feeling every bump of every taste bud against my skin. Within minutes I am soaked with saliva.

“Why, Master?” My words echo around in his mouth and he responds by prying his lips and tugging me out of his mouth my my arms, strings of saliva bridge between my body and his lips.

“Mmmm because you’re so yummy, my pet,” Master looks so pleased as he says it. I can see it in his eyes. “Now hush, let me have my fun.”

With that, Master’s mouth gapes open once more and his tongue guides me inside before slurping me in like a noodle. I am once again surrounded my complete darkness and humid air. Though this time, Master seems to want to go further. The mouth holding me tilts on an angle and I have no choice but to slide down his tongue until my legs hit his throat. The muscle immediately latches onto me and catches my fall.

My lower body is compressed and held tight by the muscle of Master’s throat while my arms grip the back of his tongue the best I can. His tongue lifts and pushes into my face, scrubbing tastebuds over me as if to give me one last good taste. I run my fingers over the bumps trying to find a handhold to steady myself. He hums and his tongue pulls away only to return to shove me down into the slick tightness below me, swallowing me whole.

I slide down before the pressure halts me and another gulp forces me along. Master has to swallow a few more times to get me down.

I feel encompassed by Master. His flesh squeezes and tugs me along while his heartbeat and breaths are persistent noises booming through my ears.

As my decent ends I land in a cramped and wet space, much hotter than the mouth I had been aquainted with. I know where I am. I’m where food goes, but I’m not food. Master has some silly ideas sometimes.

I feel around the walls and find myself completely enclosed. As I touch I can hear my master let out a purr of contentment and the walls flex and shift in response. Quiet gurgling begins emitting from the flesh around me. I continue caressing for a while because it seems like Master enjoys it.

The walls surrounding me begin to close in more, restricting the already tight space and cradling my form in pulsing movements. Loud groans and gurgles vibrate my surroundings and fill my ears. The walls close in and the sounds get more frequent with each passing moment.

“M-Master? When will you let me out?”

“You’re not going anywhere, pet. Just relax, I’ll take care of you.”

Master and I both cease our words and sit in silence. The longer I sit in this dark place the harder it becomes for me to breathe and my head feels fuzzy. I slump against the elastic walls around me and my container tightens in response, more than happy to squeeze me into a tighter ball. Louder groans sound while I start to feel something on my skin. It... tingles?

“M-Master... I feel... dizzy... n’ tingly...” I can barely make my words audible enough to reach his ears. After I speak, a kind of pressure pushes into me. I imagine Master is rubbing his full belly.

“Shhhhhhhh... it’s alright, Pet. Just let it happen,” Master’s words are smooth and gentle, the only thing around me that is familiar and I cling to it. I’ve always obeyed. I must keep obeying.

The organic noises around me start to sound more distant and soft as it gets harder to think. I feel sleepy and slump into a more comfortable position. It’s hot and tight and hard to breathe but it is my master’s will, I should trust him and obey.

Right...?

[del-eatme]

"Naive, curious prey always taste the best. Maybe it's the wide-eyed idealism that makes them so deliciously sweet... Or maybe it's the joy of taking it away. That moment, right before the end, when they realize the reality of their situation - No, I'm not your 'friend'. I never was. Oh, and you won't be getting out of there. Life is cruel, and so am I."

"What in the world do you mean you 'don't want to die like this'? You should feel honored that I even considered you worth eating to begin with. Ah, well, I suppose beings such as yourself wouldn't understand the honor that has been bestowed upon you. Now, if it's any consolation, you were absolutely delicious. Oh, and keep up the squirming, it feels absolutely divine..."

"I understand that you don't want to die, I simply don't care. Now do as I say - shut up, sit still, and digest quicker. I can't be seen like this, and I have far more important things to do than sit around and debate morality with someone pathetic enough to get themself eaten."