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draws myself full of my gf to help me feel better

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a cutsie sketch I never posted of my sona

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"cool character I guess..." I mutter, walking away with a suspiciously character shaped lump in my throat

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Stumbling aimlessly around the vampire's castle for what feels like hours. You're cold and sore, no matter where you go you just can't seem to find somewhere warm to rest. You've given up, collapsed against a wall, when a large shadow casts over you.

You look up, face to face with the owner of the castle. They seem smug but..the moment they get a look at your horrified expression, they soften. They kneel down, running a long nail against the side of your face. They mutter something quietly about how much of a soft spot they have for humans..

You're exhausted, on the verge of passing out. They can tell. In moments you're gingerly cradled between large pale fingers, slowly getting closer and closer to their face. Their teeth glint in the moonlight that streams through the nearby window. You don't have the energy to panic.

They don't bite you..or tease you..or drag the process out. They treat you as if you're glass, like the most frail thing they've ever held. It's a blur, but the warmth of their mouth is indescribable. It's like a hug, a relief from the frigid cold. Their stomach is comfortable..you practically sink into it. They walk, and their stomach sways gently, rocking you into a deep sleep.

They'll let you out in the morning.

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Concept I’ve thought of but only recently remembered; you know those food playsets? Tend to come in wood, plastic, sometimes felt? May come with a toy knife to “cut” in half?

Imagine having a plushie pred who’s able to “taste” plastic/wooden/felt food (as in, the waffle really tastes like a waffle, orange like an orange, etc.) and gladly fills their belly with them. It’s a good way to keep them distracted if you don’t feel like spending some time in a living plush toy’s soft gut! It also allows them to have a full meal over and over without getting messy or covered in crumbs.

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Oh oh oh! Since you spoke about eldritch

Immense, Completely gigantic Incomprehensible Pred with an entire living labyrinth as their internals

Or Living labyrinths in general.

You

I like you

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Yes absolutely this is something I adore, just gargantuan beings with insides you can end up lost in it's so good I love it so so very much please and thank you

Something in a similar vein that I also love the idea of is preds large enough to just have an entire civilization or even ecosystem inside them, I just love it all around

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Vore except the Giant is so overly excited to eat the Tiny that- when their Prey is inside their stomach, it keeps gently squeezing the Tiny, gets extra warm/cozy and waaaaaay more comfortable than normal hhhhhhhhhh

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Inspiration (safe vore)

Rowan groaned, slouching against the tree he’d propped himself against. All this nature, this beautiful, boundless nature, and he had nothing. He could write a short story about the grass swaying as the wind whispered promises of spring, maybe a dialogue between the two? A poem about the clouds as they lazily dragged through the expansive blue sky? Something about bugs, pixies? The exasperated blond rubbed his head. This wasn’t working.

He sighed, reaching for his cup of tea to take a drink. As he sipped, he pondered. None of his usual tricks were working. It had been, what, weeks since he’d had a stroke of inspiration? While there wasn’t a set deadline for his work, a decent draft before he turned forty would be nice. Something for his legacy, or whatever other authors craved. Rowan longed to hold something with his name on it, to have something to show for his uninteresting life. Something to make it worthwhile.

Bringing his legs to his chest, he rested his head on his knees. He sat his tea aside. Anything of interest would do. His mentors told him to write from what he knew. Rowan didn’t know much, other than how to brew good tea and serve it to customers. He knew the best libraries in town to go when life seemed too much. He very well knew the feeling of bills piling higher than he could manage. Nothing worthwhile, nothing that anyone would care to read.

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Rowan didn’t know how long he sat, forehead resting on his knees. All he knew was when a sound besides the ambiance of birds, bugs, and critters made him sit up, his neck was stiff. It sounded…like a snap? Bleary brown eyes blinked back sleep as he stretched. He rubbed at his face, squinting in the dimming lights of the forest. For a moment he thought he saw movement. When he blinked, stillness. Frowning, he turned and deposited his emptied cup into his bag with a defeated sigh. Another day with no progress.

“Y’know, not a wise idea to sleep in the open, shortie.”

Rowan froze. A sharp sting of fear ignited in his core. He remained still, mind still reeling from dozing off.

“Hey, two legs, I can still see you.”

Slowly, his gaze shifted upwards, and upwards, until he met a face. To his side was a figure. Dark, shaggy hair covered his head, illuminated by piercing golden eyes. While the upper body was human, the figure’s lower half was covered with blue and gray scales that came down to a pair of dragon paws, accented with obsidian claws. The figure raised a brow, gesturing a clawed hand towards him.

“You gonna just sit there, or…?”

Rowan’s heart sputtered. He’d heard of drake hybrids, never heard of them close to the city. His mouth opened a moment, then closed as he shook his head.

“I, uh…sorry, it’s-I’ll move, yeah, uh…” awkwardly, he grabbed his bag from the spot next to him. “Sorry.”

“Eh, don’t be.” The figure shrugged, stepping forward with a soft thud. Rowan shrank back as the figure’s face split into a fanged grin. “You just brought me dinner.”

A/N: Short story I wrote thanks to a prompt from an anon! This story contains digestion mentions but it’s completely safe, no harm to prey :) click the break to keep reading! Reblogs are very appreciated!! PLEASE NOTE if you are a minor OR don’t have an age in bio and you interact w this I will block you. Thanks!

Before he could react, the hybrid lunged at him. Hands half as big as his torso clamped over his arms. His bag fell. Rowan kicked, squirming in his jacket as the creature lifted him up with a rumbling sound.

“I-I thought-it’s not legal-!” Rowan squeaked. The hybrid snorted.

“Not if I don’t get caught~,” his grin widened, ivory fangs sneering back at Rowan. “Can’t find someone if you don’t leave a trace…”

Fear raked claws in Rowan’s gut. The hybrid paid no mind, casually shifting Rowan into one hand. Even with the new position, being so far off the ground, all Rowan could do was squirm weakly. His jacket was tugged off, as were his shoes, all dropping to join his bag on the forest floor. Tears spilled down Rowan’s face.

“Oh stop,” the hybrid rolled his eyes. “You humans with the tears… I’m not letting you go, no, I don’t care if you have family, no, you can’t pay me, yes, it will hurt, and no, I don’t care.” Golden eyes met Rowan’s as the tears drenched his cheeks. “Cry all you want, though. Really, I feel awful,” he trailed into a snicker. “Gods, the entitlement…”

“E-entitled…?” Rowan echoed. He sniffed, trying to blink tears away from his eyes.

“I mean, yeah,” his captor shrugged, lifting and dropping Rowan with the motion. “You want me, a non-human, to live by your rules. ‘Killin’ is wrong’, for instance,” another shrug, “it’s survival. You don’t see…deer tellin’ me what to do. Why are you-“ a claw reached up, prodding Rowan in the chest, “any different? You’re just as tasty as a deer, just as easy to eat.”

Rowan stared at the hybrid. On one hand, it was an entirely alien thought to him to eat another living creature. On the other, he didn’t want to be eaten. And yet…the perspective was fascinating. His eyes dropped, wishing he had his pen with him.

“Y’know most people cry more when I talk about eating them, the whole killin’ part,” the hybrid’s voice jolted Rowan back to the present.

He stared numbly at the face before him. “I…guess this is the most…interesting conversation I’ve had…in a while,” he mumbled, then shrugged. “Wish I could write it down.”

The hybrid’s face contorted. “…Why?”

If he was going to die, there was no point holding back. “Because maybe it would finally be something worth reading, and I’d be worth something to the world.”

The hybrid blinked.

“You’re a sad little human.”

“I know.”

“…I'm still eating you.”

“…I know.”

There was a pause. For a moment, Rowan thought he saw something in the hybrid’s gaze change. Almost…soften? But as soon as he saw it, it was gone. Replaced instead by lips parting to reveal a maw mottled with gray and blue flesh. The hybrid shifted, gripping Rowan’s torso with both hands. For a moment, Rowan wondered if this was what sandwiches felt.

Just as soon as the thought occurred to him, it vanished as the creature’s jaws consumed his vision. He recoiled as warm, slimy muscles entrapped his face and neck. Something slithered along his shoulders, earning a shudder from him. He couldn’t breathe. The world flexed around him and he felt himself move forward with a horrible squelching sound.

The world began to fade as heat and slime overtook Rowan’s senses. Sounds, too. Gurgles, rumbles, sounds he couldn’t begin to identify drowned out the rest of the world as the hybrid’s body moved around him. Rowan sank into the squishy embrace. It didn’t matter what he did now.

After some time, the crushing pressure increased around his face, and then passed over his neck and shoulders. Rowan gasped as his face was released from the pulsing grip, now shoved into a dimly-lit chamber. He didn’t get a great look before his face squashed into the floor of the space, dragging along it as more of his body was crammed inside. The gurgles overtook all other sounds now, leaving Rowan drowning in the noise.

As he folded himself inside the fleshy room, Rowan’s stomach twisted again. Ironic he’d just met the most interesting creature and he’d never get a chance to write about it. Just his luck. Using his arms, he pulled himself inside, slouching back. It wasn’t quite comfortable…but not entirely uncomfortable either. The walls sagged beneath him, and hugged his sides tightly, like a living, pulsing hammock. Cozy, if not for the impending sense of doom.

“Ah~,” the hybrid’s voice was muffled, rumbling through the walls. Rowan felt something thud against his side. “Now that’s a meal…” The walls gurgled softly, stretching and relaxing for a moment before a gentle rocking motion swayed Rowan’s surroundings. “What were you doin’ out here?”

It took Rowan a moment to register the hybrid’s words.

“I…trying to write,” he shrugged. “But I have nothing interesting to write about…so I gave up.” His voice cracked. The realization stung, and he slumped back. “I…was so tired.”

“Ugh, gods you’re dramatic…” the hybrid’s exasperation earned a sniffle from Rowan. “But…fine, I guess I’ll let you.”

Rowan wiped his face, only to smear it with slime. “Do…what?”

“Write about me.”

He blinked. “I…what?”

“Since you’re so stuck, I mean. You can write about me. Make it interesting…as a repayment for letting you go.”

Rowan faltered. “I…you ate me…”

“Yep.”

“And…you’re-“

“I can still kill you-“

“No, no I-um…I’m grateful, I…guess I’m a little…confused?”

The walls tightened, then relaxed with a rushing sound of wind. A…sigh?

“Gods…I will let you go. Not kill you. If you write about me. And make it…good.”

Rowan frowned. At this point, he didn’t have many other options. The world rocked as his host shifted, squashing Rowan into a near fetal position. He grimaced, pushing against the walls, which seemed to amuse the hybrid, by the rumbling muffled chuckle.

“I…I can try,” Rowan grimaced. “But, um…I don’t know…your name? Or anything about you…”

“We can handle the details-“ the walls squeezed in again, relaxing after a few moments, “after I get a nap. For now, call me Fio.”

“Fio,” Rowan repeated. “I’ll…okay.” He tried to settle, only to find the pliable walls provided little true freedom of movement before returning to their original state. “Are…are you doing to let me go?”

“Mm…later,” Fio replied simply. “Food’s scarce, and you’re filling…you could squirm a little, though.”

“I…I’m good.” Rowan’s nose wrinkled at the request. The implications were enough to make him uneasy again. “Um…thanks. For not…really eating me.”

“Mh-hmm,” Fio’s voice became more slurred. “Better make th’story good…’re I might…”

Rowan winced. A man-eating half dragon would be inspiration enough. He had to be.

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блиин ничего себе она наконец что-то нарисовала?????????

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To those who are interacting with the post, hi!! I would follow y’all but this isn’t my main ;w;

Um,, are there any other 18+ nsx/sfw vore blogs out there? Most of them are inactive or deactivated… I just don’t feel comfortable interacting with minors, I wanna rant to people in my age range

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Um,, are there any other 18+ nsx/sfw vore blogs out there? Most of them are inactive or deactivated… I just don’t feel comfortable interacting with minors, I wanna rant to people in my age range

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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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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 like the idea of pred lying covered with a warm blanket, gently stroking their rounded and full tummy and already starting to fall asleep, while the prey wriggles inside, doing a small abdominal massage for pred, thereby calming them, and making them feel more comfortable

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Consider this a continuation of this

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It had been a while since she had seen the angel. Perhaps he felt bad about what he did, and disappeared. But that couldn’t be the case; no matter where she went, she couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes staring at the back of her head. Maybe she was just paranoid, she was, she had to be, being by herself in a small apartment.

At least she thought she was by herself, before she had opened the door to said room. She was exhausted, waiting in line at a grocery store with low social battery was not helping her mood. Her mood shifted from exasperated to terrified as she heard humming coming from her bedroom. She set the groceries on the floor, and silently crept towards the bedroom.

Her hair was standing on end, she could feel a pit forming in her stomach; she crept too close before realizing that she didn’t grab anything that could be used as a weapon. The humming stopped, and she froze dead her tracks; breath hitched. She didn’t know whether to run or hide so she remained frozen.

“What’re you doing?” A deep voice spoke from behind. She whipped around, eyes wide with fear. The voice came from a man, dark skin pale blue hair covering his eyes. A navy blue leather jacket and blue jeans, his hands in his pockets. He was hunched over, staring at her, he just barely didn’t touch the ceiling.

“Get out,” she spoke slowly. “Before I call the cops.” She tried to sound stern and threatening, but the man just scoffed and stared at her; as if he hadn’t heard her at all.

“Y’dont gotta be all serious, y’know? B’sides, ya’d look real stupid calling’ the cops on yer roommate, girlie.”

“How did you-“

“I can read yknow, I saw yer listin’. If ya wanna know how I got into yer place it’s real simple,”

He leaned in closer, and whispered in her ear, “Ya don’t become a shoulder demon without learning shrink magic.”

A demon. She felt her heart drop, and her head get fuzzy. She stared up at the demon, as he got further away and everything faded to black.

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TMP

TMP

TMP

“Nice of you ta finally wake up, shortstack!”

The demon’s voice boomed. She yelped as she covered her ears and flinched. Where was she? The last thing she did was black out staring at his face… she looked up.. and up, up up.

Panic set in at the sight of an impossibly huge man, no, demon, staring down at her; eyes pure yellow with black slit pupils eyeing her form. She stumbled backwards, barely registering his black platform boots being inches from where she stood.

“Where ya goin’, shortstack? I haven’t even introduced myself yet!”

His sudden speaking made her fall on her butt, he either didn’t know how loud he sounded to her, or likely didn’t care. She didn’t have time to think about it, however, as a giant hand came towards her faster than she expected.

He snatched her up easily, his right hand keeping her in his fist while his left hand remained in his pocket.

The rapid change in height did nothing to calm her nerves, everything got farther away before she was hovered uncomfortably close to his face. All she could see was dark skin, those yellow cat-like eyes staring at her, and a playful grin forming on his face.

He was having fun, staring at her form that was shaking like a leaf in his fist. Humans were always so shocked meeting demons, and shrinking them down a notch was always a fun pastime.

“I don’t believe we’ve been acquainted quite yet,” he spoke. It was softer, only because he wasn’t actively yelling. “The name’s Remulus, but you can jus’ call me Rem. I’ll be your shoulder demon, bringer of temptation from this day forward, shortstack.”

“Precious,” she spoke.

“My name is Precious. Don’t call me shortstack.”

She tried and failed not to waver her voice as she spoke.

Rem snorted, and then chuckled, and then laughed, throwing his hands up, Precious included. She let out a scream she was mentally holding back as she was thrown directly into the air, almost onto the ceiling, and came crashing down onto a soft surface. The wind was knocked out of her, she was shaking as she gripped the palm of Rem’s hand for dear life.

She glared at him, the fear she felt replaced with anger.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Sorry shortst- ahem- ‘Precious’, but you humans are so funny when you’re so small and try to act tough! As if I already didn’t smell your fear before you came in the room~”

He paused for a second, then brought her closer to his mouth.

“Your fear smells delicious by the way. Makes me wonder what it would taste like.”

Precious felt her blood run cold. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t do exactly what she had feared would happen since the day she met that angel.

Her world shifted in the blink of an eye. Suddenly staring down a dark abyss of blue flesh and drool, she did the only thing she could do; freeze up and fall face first onto Rem’s tongue. It took her another second to register what was happening, and then immediately begin fighting the fleshy muscle away.

She had also registered that was less light, because he was closing his mouth. She scrambled, trying to run but it was no use. He pinned her to the roof of his palette, licking his lips and sealing her in. She fell back onto the ‘floor’ with a splat. Crying in desperation, she kicked his tongue as it tried to keep licking her

“LET ME OUT YOU BASTARD!! I’ll FUCKING — MMPH!!”

Her shouts muffled as he pinned her to the roof of mouth again.

She once again landed on his tongue, and she was suddenly lurched backwards. He’s swallowing, he’s actually going to eat me. Desperately trying to grip any surface, but it was no use.

*glp*

Her mind felt fuzzy again, was she in another free fall? Maybe this wouldn’t be that bad, maybe should would wake up in a grassy field again. She tried to reassure herself as everything faded to black again..

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Rain.

Everything smelled like rain. The sound of rain pattering against a window woke her up. She was soaked. It was pouring. She stumbled to her feet. She saw a small building in the distance, and didn’t hesitate to sprint towards it.

Getting closer, the building was more like a tiny cabin in the middle of the woods. She didn’t have time to think about the faint smell of rotting wood or hint glimpse of cobweb.

It was cold, but being in any shelter was being out in the storm.

This is his stomach, she thought.

I didn’t know that they could create buildings.

“Of course I can create buildings! It’s my body after all!”

She jumped.

“How.. how can you-?”

“Ha! Humans are so easily impressed! It’s a lot easier to hear you through telekinesis, shortstack. And before ya ask no, I’m not lettin’ ya out. I gotta confirm somethin’ first..”

She sighed. Maybe I can wait out the rain.

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Oh to be 3 inches tall and get fullbody Kisses

That would fix me

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Hello Sevent, long time not seeing you!