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‘Herons Catch’ pencils on paper✨throwback

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Ig: relmartist

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Continued thing from my last post because I cant get it off my mind now

The skull being in the lower part of the preds gut, lodged in their large intestine. The prey getting handsy with their belly helped move things along but freaked out the prey. They’re sweating and nervous, their eyes frantically darting to the skull thats just sitting in the preds lower stomach…

Preys not so forward now that they realized what they’ve gotten themselves into…

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I know I've posted about this before but god I also love bondage when it's applied to vore. Binding some cute prey up in leather gear, forcing them into their knees, and tasting at them, savoring their flavor, complimenting their cute struggles...

And then, finally, squeezing them into your throat, swallowing quickly and greedily. An excess amount of saliva makes the trip easier, but even so, it's a tight squeeze for them... And finally, they're forced to curl up in your tight, hot gut.

Being restrained, they can hardly squirm or struggle. Your stomach shifts slightly as the prey wiggles, but a cacophony of wet gurgles and groans tell you (and the prey) that really, they don't have much time. There's muffled protests from within, but you can't decipher what the prey is saying as they jerk their body around violently.

Of course, the prey loses the battle - of course they would, why wouldn't they? Your stomach has rounded out and shrank a little, and the weight of the prey has started shifting downwards - they're being pumped into your intestines to be absorbed by your body.

Your stomach makes a sickly burple, and then, you hiccup - and out comes the bondage gear you'd forced your prey to wear, completely unharmed and drenched in acid and mush.

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Peristalsis is inevitable, no matter how much a pred wants to prevent it. The sludge that was once prey is now pumping through their guts, draining through their body... but that doesn't stop the pred from daydreaming about their prey, even when they're now long gone.

Their struggles, their screaming, crying, protesting... it all felt so good. Sure, post-digestion feels great, too. They're nourishing the pred's body. But... god, who doesn't love an active, squirming prey?

It's one of the best parts, in the pred's opinion. They'll have to hunt down another pretty morsel soon... but right now, they're still too full, and their stomach is still heavy and round from the digesting sludge inside them.

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smoothing down

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Preds who pay attention to the way weight shifts in their belly as their prey moves through their guts. The first couple of hours their squirming prey sits high, putting pressure beneath their chest that makes it almost hard to breathe. Eventually the squirming stops and the weight becomes more malleable, sagging down and putting pressure on their lower stomach. Best of all is the slow transfer of their lovely liquidized prey as their stomach slowly pumps their intestines full, the bulk traveling lower and lower with seemingly endless gurgles <3

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a pred with a very gentle, careful stomach. But it will still digest you in time.

Their stomach holds you delicately, its walls molding around your body. like warm velvets, shifting with an almost affectionate awareness. As if it was aware how fragile you are, compared to it.

However, the pred did warn you. You know your fate. It might not feel like it yet, but you are being digested.

The stomach works around you, mindful and trepid, as if reluctant to disturb you too much; to cause you too much trouble. It’s... considerate. Polite. Patient.

A faint tingle spreads over your skin—the creeping knowledge that this is not a safe place for you to be.

The stomach is patient, but it is still a stomach.

It will hold you, tenderly, for as long as it takes.

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my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

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Could we get some Beastars prompts where Riz convinces other preds how good it was to eat Tem. Maybe he tells Legosi and Bill and talks them into eating Pina and Louis?

I really like this idea! I'll definitely give it a shot.

The three predators are standing in the school locker room together, having been busy changing and chatting. A question about R.iz’s extra heft has led to...an interesting conversation.

“Y-You can’t be serious!” L.egoshi practically yelps at the news he just got.

R.iz grins a bit wider and pats his stomach a few times. “Completely. There’s really nothing else like it. I can’t even describe how it feels.”

“But…But T.em—“ L.egoshi sputters, still gaping like an idiot.

“Does it really feel that good?” B.ill asks, crossing his arms.

“Better than sex,” R.iz says matter-of-factly.

B.ill’s ears perk up and he whistles. “Woah, alright…I’m game.”

“B.ill!” L.egoshi quickly turns his attention to the tiger. “You can’t be serious! R.iz just confessed to killing T.em and you want to go along with it?!”

“Well, he said it feels really good…” B.ill pouts, lowering his head a bit. “You can’t act like you’ve never thought about it even a little.”

“But—“ L.egoshi tries to keep going but he’s interrupted.

“I don’t like to think of its as ‘killing’,” R.iz interjects with a very serious expression. “T.em and I…are one now.” He tests his paw on his stomach gently, giving it a few gentle pats. “We’re closer than anyone can be—in the way only a carnivore and herbivore can be. It’s just the natural way of things.”

“Closer…than anyone can be..?” L.egoshi’s ears fold back a bit and he frowns slightly, now thinking about it a bit more.

A toothy grin crosses B.ill’s face and he nudges the wolf roughly with his elbow. “You’re thinking about that snooty deer, aren’t you~?”

L.egoshi’s face flushes bright and he jolts. “N-No, of course not! I don’t…th-this is still wrong!”

R.iz just chuckles to himself. “Oh, sure...well, you can go then. I’m just gonna get someone for B.ill to eat. You won’t tell anyone, right, L.egoshi?”

“I...” L.egoshi hesitates a bit. He knows it’s wrong and that he should do something, but his mind keeps wandering back to L.ouis and the idea of them being closer than ever...

“...well, I’ll be right back then,” R.iz says with a shrug. “I got a good idea for who B.ill wants.” Chuckling to himself, the bear turns and lumbers off, leaving the other two carnivores in the locker room.

It takes about twenty minutes before R.iz returns with two people, P.ina and L.ouis. The bear smiles when he sees L.egoshi and B.ill are still waiting in the locker room, shirts off.

“Oh! Well, hello there,” P.ina says with a slight smile. “I didn’t realize you guys were here.”

L.ouis crosses his arms and frowns, turning his attention to R.iz. “Is there something going on? R.iz, you said we needed to talk about something important regarding the drama club.”

“Mm, that’s right.” R.iz keeps up his passive smile, neither herbivore noticing just yet that the bear is stationed in front of the door.

B.ill walks over to the two of them, slurping along his muzzle. “Yeah, we’re doing a bit of restructuring. Starting with you!” The tiger wastes little time, grappling onto P.ina and opening his jaws wide.

“Ow!” P.ina cries out as he gets slammed into the lockers back-first. “B.ill, let go of—“ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. He realized a second too late that he was straying down a gaping maw, and it had come down to engulf his head before he could even register it.

L.ouis’s eyes widen and he’s immediately on the defensive. He looks between B.ill and R.iz, then looks to L.egoshi. “L.egoshi, don’t just stand there! Do something, you stupid dog!”

L.egoshi jolts a bit when he’s called on so directly. His ears fold back and he looks around frantically. R.iz is still standing at the door with a big grin. B.ill is purring loudly, holding Pins’s arms down at his sides as he slurps roughly over the sheep’s head. Those big horns aren’t stopping him at all.

“Ah…I-I’m sorry, L.ouis-senpai!” L.egoshi blurts out. He lunges forward, hands grappling around L.ouis’s antlers. The two struggle for a moment before two loud cracks ring out and the deer manages to stumble away, his antlers broken off.

“Wh…What did you..?” L.ouis’s hands shoot up to his head, shock written on his face. He’s left completely vulnerable as L.egoshi drops the antlers and lunges, drooling jaws snapping down over L.ouis’s head and upper arms.

R.iz’s grin widens, a self-satisfied look settling on his face as he watches. His hand lazily rubs over his own stomach. Seeing them snack makes him think about eating T.em again. He’s almost a little jealous—his meal had been smaller compared to both of theirs and the size difference made it even more drastic. Still…he wouldn’t change what he did…

Despite being the one to have more reservations about the whole thing, L.egoshi is the one who’s eating faster. He takes the first wet swallow, shoving himself down L.ouis’s shoulders and chest. He’s less interested in tasting and savoring this meal than he is in getting it put in his growling stomach.

Loud banging fills the room as P.ina thrashes against the lockers, his feet constantly kicking the lockers. He can’t overpower B.ill’s natural strength. The first gulp echoes from the tiger, P.ina’s yelling getting even more muffled as his head plunges down the greedy gullet and lifts him off the ground slightly.

B.ill is purring loudly, clearly enjoying this delicious taste of meat. His fangs gnaw slightly on Pins’s chest as he works it into his jaws but he’s careful not to do any damage. He wants to feel all this sheep meat squirming in his gut. That’s gotta be better than taking P.ina down in pieces!

L.egoshi has a similar idea, whining happily as his tail wags in a blur and drool drips down his chin. L.ouis is by far the most delicious thing he’s ever had and it just makes him want to claim the deer even more. He’s already working his jaws past the deer’s stomach, ripping his head back while L.ouis’s legs kick around wildly.

The wolf tips his head back, bobbing it up and down. L.ouis’s legs are kicking around wildly, his voice muffled deep down in L.egoshi’s gut. His legs are steadily disappearing with each bob and gulp of L.egoshi’s head. The wolf’s gut is bloating out heavily before him…

B.ill rumbles loudly, already pushing down on P.ina’s ass to help wedge it into his maw. He’s gotten to taste over the most meaty and delicious parts already, so soon all he’ll have left are the goat’s legs. He hoists them into the air, holding on by the ankles, and starts to shove them down the hatch. B.ill’s tail swishes back and forth lazily as his teeth gnaw gently on P.ina’s legs. His gut is pressing against the lockers, the bulges of P.ina’s hands and muzzle stretching it out as he tries to squirm.

“Mmmm..~” B.ill’s got a big, toothy grin on his face as he gets up to P.ina’s knees. He’s pushing down on the goat’s feet at this point, slurping up his lower legs. They kick the whole way down, even as B.ill is pressing those feet into his maw. His jaws snap shut loudly and a final GLLLP! and a bulge sinks down B.ill’s gullet, letting the last of P.ina get crammed into the tiger’s stomach.

“Hooooooh, yeah~” B.ill’s tongue lolls out and he rubs his gut with a big grin. He presses his gut against the locker a bit harder, making P.ina let out a loud but muffled yell. The tiger just snickers and looks at the wolf. “Hey, L.egoshi, you done already or wha--”

“BWWWWWOOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!!!” A massive, deep belch roars out of L.egoshi and blasts B.ill right in the face. The tiger’s ears fold back and a soft blush crosses his cheeks. He tries to cover it up by looking away and coughing. L.egoshi barely notices either way, lowering his head with a pleased, rumbling groan. His tail is wagging fast, tongue drooping out with a dumb look on his face.

L.ouis is much more feisty prey than P.ina, shouting and cursing as he thrashes around wildly. It doesn’t seem to be doing much to upset L.egoshi, the wolf still panting happily as he flops onto his ass. His gut sloshes into his lap and he starts rubbing over it roughly. “Senpai...” L.egoshi whines out with a pleased sound.

R.iz walks over to the two predators with a deep chuckle and a toothy grin. “Seems like you two really enjoyed yourself, huh?”

B.ill perks up again, quickly putting on his toothy grin as he lets confidence wash over him. “Sure am! You all comfy down there, P.ina?” He presses down on his gut as he teases his prey. A muffled whine escapes P.ina, his horns bulging out the bottom of B.ill’s stomach. The tiger thumps his chest a few times and blasts a wet “HWWWWWOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!!!” into the air.

“Mmm...closer than anyone...” L.egoshi wraps his arms around his gut, restricting the struggles of his prey. L.ouis voices his complaints very clearly, the bulge of his head knocking into L.egoshi’s chin a few times. It doesn’t seem to bother the wolf at all, who’s completely prey-drunk.

R.iz grins wider now, his eyes sharp and dangerous for a second. He’s immensely pleased with himself seeing how these two have turned out. It’s good, seeing carnivores accept their role and prey be put in theirs. A few hours of digestion will ensure P.ina and L.ouis have been properly put where they belong. And then...

...then R.iz can make sure to spread this truth further.

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As a dragon, it's important to occasionally remind the local nobility that humans are, for all their delusions of grandeur:

1. still made of meat

And

2. Uniquely well shaped for siding down your gullet whole and alive

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The Pipeline (girlfriend -> fleshlight -> meal)

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big ol cyclops that lives alone in a cute humble cottage on a beautiful deserted island is taking a walk on the beach and thinking about what to have for lunch when he comes across a shipwrecked crew of people ^_^ (you can infer what he does next)

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There's a LOT of stuff I love when it comes to vore, but by far, the thing that's always captivated me the most has been the aftermath of vore. The impacts that naturally come with devouring and digesting an entire person, stuffed guts, eagerly melting away its contents, the constant gurgles and groans as it works down an entire person down into mush. A big post-digestion belly, the weighty sounds of what's left of its meal sloshing away inside the overworked organ, the occasional burp beinging up an acid bleached piece of clothing, or other personal effects of the unfortunate meal. And don't even get me started on weight gain. UGHHG I can't get enough of it. An entire person, reduced down into nothing but extra chub, a slight muffin top when whoever ate them tries putting on their clothes, pants that they struggle to get over their newly fattened hips and thighs. Oughhh man i need get back to writing about this...

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That final, lewd moan that escapes me just before your powerful swallowing pulls me entirely into your throat, sending me down into the sweltering, gurgling chamber that is your stomach