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What do you think of robotic/cyborg preds?

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Pros:

Very well protected, I love preds with armored exteriors

Could utilize some INSANE anatomy. How would the throat work? I don't even know but it would be awesome.

AIR CONDITIONED STOMACH?????????

Cons:

Being on the inside of a machine sounds like a bit of a death trap (I love danger)

If the stomach is made of metal, you will bonk your head a LOT

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Yeah! Yeah! Eat me! Yeah! Yeah!

okay bud

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a post-wine nap with friends 🍷

(using the characters and emulating the beautiful traditional style of @thefanciestborrower! inspired by their most recent post)

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longing

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goodnight (ᴗ˳ᴗ)

snakes in vore are quite frankly overrated(at the very least, overused) but i just love them too much. catch me putting on my pjs and diving into my resident sleeping bag any day

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snakes in vore are quite frankly overrated(at the very least, overused) but i just love them too much. catch me putting on my pjs and diving into my resident sleeping bag any day

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consider: bug preds

you want variety? insects represent 40% of all living species. have a cuddly isopod pred or a scary praying mantis, ur choice

having an exoskeleton means their insides are extra squishy! maybe!

(and you feel extra protected inside :) )

crazy anatomy. extra arms, extra legs, the stomach is always in some wacky location

there is something sobering about the idea of being inside a creature most humans consider the lowest of the animal kingdom, literal “pests”. what does it say about your own worth, to find comfort and fear in one of the lowest rungs of existence? what does an ant’s heartbeat sound like? what does-

i like mandibles

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i tricked you. it's before he eats someone. ʰᵃʰᵃʰᵃʰᵃ

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No way a snake :o

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(the superior answer is hands first)

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last view of the sky for a bit

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imagine a small pathetic lil guy. prey material. make them a pred

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preds that safely guide prey through their anxieties about being eaten

the prey lies their head on the pred’s stomach and listens to the noises underneath. they hear gurgles and churning, the soft noises of an active stomach.

the pred shows off their teeth, letting the prey touch and play with their mouth. a tongue lightly brushes their hand, and they pull back with a laugh.

the pred might lightly lick and nibble on the prey’s arm, letting it slide into their throat. the pred holds the arm there, the prey feeling the esophagal muscles pulsing around them. it's tight and warm, but not crushing.

the pred’s body is warm and inviting, and they’re so gentle...

one belly trip couldn't hurt, right?

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get yourself a giant who:

is mean

doesn't seem to like you at all tbh

somehow, would still protect you ? ?

looks like a big onion

holds you like a cat

(go read @philicheesecake's The Unseen Legion :) )

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where’s the best place on can go to be eaten :(

anon!! watch out, you wandered into @scketchorinopop's realm! ah, well, good luck.

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It starts with the teeth.

You trace your fingers over the sharp, white bones before you. They’re slick with saliva, not unlike the gaping maw you find yourself looking into. What terrible objects - created to gnash and bite and maim and chew. And yet, here they stand docile, so gently awaiting your entrance, so scared to poke or cut you.

Warm breath washes over you as you move your hands inside. Your face reddens involuntarily. The tongue is scared to touch or taste you. It sits idly by, pressed deep into the floor of the mouth as if the pred was at the dentist’s office. You smile and pat the large organ. It’s okay; you’re not going to hurt me.

The atmosphere is eerily still yet pulsing with little signs of life. You can hear the pred’s shaky breaths, the squish and squelches of your movements inside the mouth, and the low thrum of the blood rushing through the creature’s veins. You know a symphony is coming - the throat and the stomach await your curtain call. You lie on the tongue now, head peeking over into the abyss. It’s impossibly, deliciously warm.

You take a breath...and make your entrance.