#celebrity pred

[justanothervoreblog]

Just Another Snack

You get cornered right after your workout by the sweaty hunk. His body an Adonis and it's backed by an unwavering confidence. He knows and you know why he walked over to you. As if you were stupid, his body gives you an audible cue, a deep growl from his hungry abs. And there was only one thing that could satisfy it.

He picks you up, you struggle and it's useless. Then you see his mouth open and that pink tongue. What was just a chapter in his story was the conclusion in yours. Your head is forced inside as his sweaty treat. Gulp after gulp he pushes you down into his throat. Your screams are muffled and even if somebody heard you, nobody wanted to risk pulling you out. After passing by a loud heartbeat, steady as a drum, your head pushes into a chamber that would be your final resting place.

On the outside, all of your hard work muscles is just a post workout snack now. The hunk takes no special care with devouring you. How much care do you show to a hamburger? That's you. The hunk tosses his head back as you're floppy legs are slowly pulled inside, he pulls off your shoes as they clatter to the ground. A final gulp over your socked feet and you're gone.

You curl up behind his bloated set of abs. With your dulled perceptions you can make out him calling you "delicious". The hunk rubs over the bulge you make and squeezes his abs down on you. The space tightens and tightens until there is a sudden impact. The tightness is immeasurable as a huge belch rips out of the hunk's mouth. He would go home and relax to digest you. You would be forgotten to the rest of the world.

Just another snack.

(Story based on this poll here!)

[izznts]

1 Year!

Before making my page(s) and such, I couldn't have been writing my creative ideas without the 2 knuckleheads that got me into bellies. Celebrating my OCS 1 year canon anniversary of Sol and Izzy, my first creations!!

Art by Toulensister (just decided to use the same picture again, sorry not sorry AKSIFJJEOEKFFJ)

[ltsmoving]

well, they got no skin. they're like.. permanently an internal shot drawing .. silly guy :)

[teal-fiend]

fox pred

in the snow

[goodnightoilcountry]

jo's nhl fic rec list !

hi - welcome to my attempt at being a fic writer again. i have a wip list in the works but first things first: my fic rec list of all the works i've found and adored.

if you don't know yet, you will know soon that i am such a sucker for angst. i hope you find something new to love from the list below !

how to navigate

i update this list weekly (try to) and place all the new fic recs at the top under NEW.

when searching for a specific player, they will always be listed under their current team.

* updated sunday 1 september 2024 *

weekly note: icymi - i've spent the last three weeks of my life packing and moving to my new place and i'm finally settled! next action item is to master plan my space but we'll leave that for when i've actually got energy to think about it. anyways, i did spent the free time i had intermittently reading here and there. hope you enjoy this small update 🤍

like my selection of fic recs? have a player who's not been featured? let me know and i'll go on a deep dive for you!

NEW

won't you stay til the a.m.? (mitch marner) by @senditcolton summary: New Year’s Eve. A time for celebration of another a fresh start, of new beginnings. But for you, it was just another reminder of all the time you felt like you wasted. And when you share a heart-to-heart with your childhood best friend Mitch, someone who you fell for years ago but never told, will the both of you let another moment pass you by? word count: 3.5k

take five (mitch marner) by @mattybenierss summary: it had been five years since you had last spoken to mitch. heartbroken, you return home and are forced to come to terms with your past. word count: 10.6k

felt like magic (nico hischier) by @laurenairay summary: Nico has been pining for years – maybe this summer is a chance to finally do something about his feelings for you. word count: 2.6k

sweet nothing (quinn hughes) by @sweetteainthesummerx summary: 5 times Quinn knew you were the one, and the one time he let you know... word count: 2.3k

as it was (auston matthews) by @miracleonice87 word count: 1.5k

so tell me to leave (william nylander) by @laurenairay summary: once is an accident, twice is coincidence, and three times is a pattern. You really needed to stop falling into bed with your ex-boyfriend William. word count: 1.7k

somehow still stuck on you (quinn hughes) by @matthewtkachuk summary: navigating the realities of your post break up friendship with quinn is exacerbated by how much you’re not over him word count: 2.4k

need you round (jack hughes) by @star2fishmeg summary: how does one guy go from wanting everything to do with someone, to nothing at all? Jack didn’t know what he wanted until he started losing to Trevor, but maybe that was a good thing. word count: 30.2k

moments in time (jack hughes) by @sweetestcaptainhughes summary: The eight times Jack Hughes showed his love through the ring camera that he didn’t even want in the first place. word count: 3k

FIC REC MASTERLIST

total number of fics: 151

anaheim ducks fic rec list players: trevor zegras

carolina canes fic rec list players: andrei svechnikov - jack drury - pyotr kotchekov - sebastian aho - seth jarvis - tyson jost

colorado avs fic rec list players: cale makar - nathan mackinnon

detroit red wings fic rec list players: jt compher

florida panthers fic rec list players: matthew tkachuk

nashville preds fic rec list players: brady skjei

new jersey devils fic rec list players: jack hughes - luke hughes - nico hischier

new york islanders fic rec list players: mat barzal

philadelphia flyers fic rec list players: erik johnson - jamie drysdale

pittsburgh penguins fic rec list players: michael bunting - sidney crosby

toronto maple leafs fic rec list players: auston matthews - mitch marner - william nylander

vancouver canucks fic rec list players: arturs silovs - brock boeser - quinn hughes

ALL OUR WONDERFUL WRITERS

thank you to all the incredible fic writers on this godforsaken app ! i am always so in awe of how creative people are and am constantly inspired by your minds ! i can't wait to find more of you on here 🤍

@43-hugs @adoristsposts @austonwithan-o @babydollmarauders @bagopucks @bedsyandco @behoright @bitchinbarzal @blueskrugs @bqstqnbruin @cellythefloshie @chewingcyanide @comphersjost @comphy-and-cozy @doc-pickles @eyesthatroll @fallinallincurls @happer08 @hischierdevils @hischierhoney @hockeyboistrash @hockeywhy @hockey-fics @hockey-hoe-24-7 @holy-pucks @hookingminor @huggybug @hugshughes @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @islesnucks @itsjusthockey @ladylooch @letsgetrowdy43 @marnerparty @matthewtkachuk @mattyanonwrites @matwith1t @mendeshoney @misshoneyimhome @mrsensitive @nhlclover @ohmyeyesmyeyes @pennylanefics @prettytoxicrevolver @pucksnsticksnhockeyboys @silovsmenot @starry-hughes @senditcolton @silverstonesainz-archive @stormsplurge @sunkissed-zegras @sunnyskiesscareme @sydnikov @thatintrovertedwriter @theemporium @thewintersoldierdisaster @undertaurus @unluckyhoneybee @withwritersblock @yelenasdog @youunravelme

[creamtreats]

the thing about vore day is you’re never the only pred celebrating, and certainly not the most experienced (;

[ryanmarshallryan]

Biggest Birthday Ever - A Pred's Birthday

My birthday is coming up, and a great birthday gift would be to share some of my stories, donate or commission for some, or maybe even eat me up like a birthday cake! To celebrate I’ve written a couple birthday oriented vore stories, and here is the first of the duo, from a pred perspective. And each weekend this Pride month I’ll be sharing another new vore story so stay tuned!

Pedro woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting through his house. This was peculiar, he thought, as he did not have any roommates. Once this realization hit him, he jolted up and went to scope out the kitchen and was surprised to find his friends, Finn and Orville making him breakfast.

“What are y’all doing here?” Pedro gasped.

“Happy birthday, mate!” Orville gave Pedro a big hug, and leaned back and grabbed Pedro’s belly and shook it vigorously, “We thought we’d help you have the biggest birthday ever, by making you the biggest ever.”

The three of them had met through a gainer site, so often when hanging out eating big was a topic of important discussion. Orville was a gainer himself, and had a gut that rivaled Pedro’s. Orville was quite the opposite, having a metabolism so fast he looked underweight. Pedro thanked them for making him food.

“Oh this is only the pregame. We’re going to a brunch buffet after this.” Orville said with a smile.

“Then your favorite thai restaurant for lunch,” Finn piped up.

Orville shot him a look, “Don’t give away all the surprises. Don’t shove them down his throat… just yet.”

And so they ate. Pancakes, sausages, eggs, bagels, fruit, bacon, french toast, then for lunch pad thai, crab rangoon, scallion pancakes, and the food did not seem to stop coming. Pedro was stuffed beyond belief, but as Finn rubbed his belly his eyebrows went upward to dare Pedro to eat more.

On and on the gluttonous gathering continued, as they went to Orville’s backyard and Pedro was surprised with the sudden appearance and chanting of a whole hoax of other friends who had planned a whole surprise birthday barbecue for him. He went from friend to friend, socializing and catching up, each friend in turn showering him with more treats and desserts to try. It seemed that each attendee had brought something to feed Pedro. It was truly a gainer's dream. Pedro wasn’t sure whether the feeling of fullness he felt was more from food he ate or the appreciation he experienced.

Orville came and found Pedro and blindfolded him, letting him know there was another big surprise for him waiting to get in his gut. Orville led him over to a table and lifted his blindfold to reveal a transformed Finn. Finn was covered, head to toe in chocolate and strawberry syrups, whipped cream and frosting. He was sitting on a sheet cake, and posing like a model.

“It’s your birthday, of course you need some cake!” Finn shouted in celebration, smacking his behind to emphasize the last word. He blew Pedro a kiss and mouthed “eat me.”

Pedro needed no more encouragement than this, he bent low to the edge of the table, putting his mouth by the edge and pushed down on his side, so that the contents of the table began sliding down towards him. Entranced by the sudden chanting of “Chug! Chug!” by his friends, Pedro opened his mouth wide and relaxed his throat to let a mountain of cake and Finn slide easily into his belly. As Finn’s face came close to his he could hear Finn shouting along with excited “Woo!”s. He felt Finn’s feet kick around inside his stomach and watched as Finn’s face passed out of sight, down his throat.

Once the cake had either entered Pedro’s belly, or fallen sideways onto the ground, Pedro relinquished his grip on the table and stood up, to reveal his squirming gut, filled with endless amounts of food, cake, and Finn. He wiped frosting off his face and gave a great big belch.

Everyone cheered, as another cake was brought out, and they all began singing songs of “happy birthday” wishes to him. He could hear one voice reverberating in song inside him along with the crowd of friends. Finn appeared to be massaging Pedro’s insides, to make room for more cake. 

They all ate and ate and ate some more, until everyone at the party had either tapped out to go home, or passed out somewhere on the premises. 

Orville, came up to Pedro, and aggressively shook his belly once more, leaning in and listening to the annoyed shouts of Finn, who must have fallen asleep in the soup of birthday gluttony.

Orville coaxed Finn to wake up enough for Pedro to hurl him up, then afterward Orville and Finn gave Pedro on last piece of cake to fill the void (not that there really was much space inside Pedro’s stuffed belly, gurgling away more food than it had ever had in it at once).

Pedro slept away, a bit fatter, and much fuller in more ways than one. He thought to himself that he must think of a way to thank Orville and Finn for planning a great birthday for him.

[lukesvangelista]

𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊

in which luke is your brother’s best friend.

warnings; pining, heavy make out session (but not quite smut), going after a sibling’s friend, little bit of an age gap (but totally legal i promise)

The music from the party throughout your house pulsed in your ears, your eyes blinded by the flashing lights that your older brother Max had set up in the living room. Luke was back in Toronto for the summer after his season with the Preds ended, and your brother thought there was no better way to celebrate than by getting black out drunk on a Friday night.

While a house party wasn’t your usual scene, you had to hand it to him - he had gone all out. In the middle of your kitchen island, a makeshift bar had been set up and boasted an array of drinks—beer, seltzers, and, of course, hard liquor. Nearby, your dining table was practically collapsing under the weight of takeout and finger foods. Laughter erupted as groups formed and dissolved, the animated conversations blending with the rhythm of the music.

Some guests, half of whose names you didn’t even know, gravitated towards the packed living room, where couches provided a safe place for French kissing and unfortunately, much more. The thought of what could go down on those couches practically made you sick, and you wanted nothing more than to find respite in a quieter area. So, naturally, you gravitated to your room.

Luke was in the kitchen talking to Max when he noticed your disappearance. It was fairly early in the night, but Max had already had one too many, and as much as Luke loved his best friend, he would rather be spending time with you. He wouldn’t admit to anyone, but the hardest part of Luke’s time in Nashville this past season was his lack of seeing you, “Hey, Max, I’m gonna head to the bathroom, alright? I’ll meet you back here soon!” Luke shouted over the music blasting, but Max was too busy to notice, so he slipped away easily enough.

Once in your room, you collapsed on your bed, quickly reaching over to shuffle a random playlist. You were trying to focus hard on the lyrics of “Lovers Rock”, but the truth is that you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to the brown-haired boy downstairs.

It’s no secret that from preschool and onward, Luke Evangelista and your older brother Max had been inseparable, their friendship an unbreakable bond forged over girls, shared secrets, countless adventures, and most importantly (to them), their hockey careers. They had always been the perfect balance of humor and seriousness, hard work and slacking off, and, when it came to you, kindness and smallmindedness.

With three years between you and Max, he had always viewed you as the annoying little sister. Growing up, you didn’t have many friends, which meant that oftentimes, you would ask to hangout with him and Luke. And, oftentimes, that question would lead to Max slamming his bedroom door in your face. Luke, however, was different. Whenever he would come over and see you alone while Max was off doing something else, he would always offer to tag along. He would ask you about your favorite movies, songs, and books, and would even let you join some games of street hockey and pond hockey when the weather was nice. It didn’t take long for you to grow comfortable with Luke, his presence as an older brother figure becoming all too familiar in your life. Yet, amidst the comfort and familiarity, subtle shifts began to occur as the two of you grew older. A lingering glance here, a touch that lasted a moment too long there—small, almost imperceptible signs that something more profound was stirring beneath the surface.

Luke had been Max’s best friend for as long as you could remember. Growing up, he was like another brother to you, always around, always apart of your family. But recently, something had shifted. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it had started, but your feelings for Luke had changed. And, if you weren’t mistaken, his feelings for you had changed as well.

And Max knew nothing of it.

The sound of footsteps outside of your door made your heart skip a beat. A gentle knock followed, and you knew who it was before he even spoke.

“Y/N, it’s Luke. Can I come in?”

You froze, but tried to hide it as best as you could, “Sure,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Luke opened the door and stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. He looked around your room, a place he had been countless times over the years, but tonight felt different. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Luke spoke softly, nodding toward the direction of your phone.

“You’re not interrupting,” you assured him, sitting up slowly to pause the music. He smiled softly, gently asking for permission to move closer. You nodded.

He took a seat on the edge of your bed, a little closer to you than he ever had before. Turning his head to look at you, he sighed, “I just wanted to talk.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, a look of slight confusion etched across your face. It wasn’t rare for Luke to hang out in your room whenever he wanted to get away from tons of overwhelming activity, but this was different, and quite honestly made you a little nervous, “About what?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

He rubbed his thumb across his nose, which had forever been one of his nervous habits. Throughout your guys’ childhoods, you had noticed it countless times - when he and Max performed in the fifth grade talent show, when he watched Canada win gold at the 2010 Winter Olympic Games, and when he was called up to play for Nashville for the first time. But you had never noticed it as intensely as you had in this moment, “About us,” he said, his voice just barely above a whisper.

Your heart raced. You had been hoping for this conversation for the longest time, but were now suddenly terrified of it. Nervously, you made eye contact with him, flames of his own anxiety dancing in his warm brown eyes, “What about us?”

Luke looked at you, sincerity extinguishing the anxious fire that was previously burning in his eyes, “I’ve been feeling something for awhile now, and I think you have too. I just… I just don’t want to hide it anymore.”

You felt a rush of relief mixed with nervous excitement as you struggled to process Luke’s words. Nashville Predators star Luke Evangelista just admitted his feelings for you. The boy that you had known since you were two years old had just admitted his feelings for you. Your older brother’s best friend had just admitted his feelings for you. You smiled quickly, replying almost instantly, “I feel the same way, Luke. I’ve been terrified to say anything because of Max.”

Luke nodded, his thumb dropping from his nose as his confidence began to grow more and more by the minute, “I know. But he’s not here now, and I don’t want to waste any more time pretending.”

With those words, the space between the two of you seemed to disappear. Luke leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the distance, your lips meeting in a tender, hesitant kiss.

The kiss deepened, and soon the two of you were lost in each other. Luke’s hands gently cradled your face, and you ran your fingers through his wavy locks, pulling him closer. Every touch, every movement felt electric, charged with the intensity of your guys’ long neglected feelings.

For a moment, you pulled apart, breathless. “Are you okay?” Luke asked you, his forehead resting against yours.

You nodded, a shy smile playing on your lips, “More than okay.”

Luke kissed you again, this time more passionately. The two of you fell back onto the bed, your bodies pressing together, all of the noise of the world outside of your room fading away. It was just the two of you, both you and Luke finally giving in to what each of you wanted.

Time seemed to stop to stand still as you explored each other, learning the curves and lines of each other’s bodies, memorizing the taste and feel of each kiss. It was as if the both of you were making up for all the moments that you had kept your feelings hidden.

Eventually, you lay side by side, tangled in each others arms, your breathing slowly returning to normal. Luke brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and wonder.

“This changes everything, doesn’t it?” you murmured, your voice soft.

Luke sighed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, “Yes,” he agreed. “But I think it’s for the better.”

You traced your fingers on his bare chest as you nodded, speaking quickly, “I don’t want to tell him just yet.”

“Then we won’t,” Luke reassured, his fingers intertwining with yours, “we have all the time in the world, pretty girl.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace and security wash over you. The two of you would have to navigate this new situation, figure out how to tell Max, which scared the hell out of you (and Luke, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you at this moment). But in that moment, all that mattered was that you and Luke were together.

As you drifted off to sleep, wrapped safely in Luke’s embrace, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it side by side (even if that meant forcing Luke out of your house through your bedroom window, or having an escape route at all times for the time being). And that was more than enough.

a/n; special thanks to @babygirlboeser for proofreading!!

[nomstellations]

silly concept: a prey finally gets eaten by a pred they've been wanting to get eaten by, and they excitedly text their fellow preyfriends to celebrate. the pred now has to deal with the constant faint vibrating of their phone as their friends congratulate them.

[justanothervoreblog]

A Date for Valentine's

You would always tell yourself that Valentine's Day was for suckers. People who needed a single day to celebrate love. As if saying that made the day any less lonelier. This year, you decided to get with the holiday and put yourself out there. Luckily you managed to find someone who feels exactly the same way that you did.

You meet up with him and things are going great. If you had ever believed in the power of Cupid’s arrow, it was now. He was funny and relatable, and he knew all of your favorite bands and video games. Not to mention he wasn't that bad to look at either! Things were going so well that you decided to say yes when he invited you over. After all, your Valentine's Day was going well, so why end it now?

The good vibes continue all the way to his apartment. Although you do notice that he's unusually hungry. Odd considering you watched him swallow down three pizzas, but people were quirky like that. Besides, you are far too focused on the dirty talk that he was doing. Saying things like “I can't wait to eat you up” or “You look delicious”. One that particularly got you was stripping you down and licking every inch of your body. That one had your skin tingling!

Once you stepped out of the car, it was a blur. You don't know how two people could walk and make out at the same time but you made it work. Up three flights of stairs, pushing each other against the walls, tearing each other's clothes off, the works. Your hair was ragged by the time you had reached his door. Hot and bothered couldn't nearly describe how you felt.

Inside the door, the two of you traded kisses and hickeys to the couch. After some playful wrestling, he ends up on top of you. You are expecting more to come, but what comes next is not in your horoscope. He makes some comments about how delicious you look and how he can't wait to get you inside. You have no idea what he's talking about, frankly because you thought you would be bottoming. However, when his mouth opens wider than it should, saliva dripping down from his teeth, you realize that this wasn't just kinky talk.

What comes next is a smelly mouth and an invasive tongue. It looks over everything. Your face, your ears, the back of your neck. You pass into a tight pink tunnel, warmed by the air coming from below. The only thing you can hear is the steady gulping from your would-be date and now-turned predator. He didn't have any issue with turning you into a Valentine's Day meal. And with every gulp, that becomes more of your reality.

You don't know how long you spend in the tunnel. You pass by a very loud heartbeat as it slams in your ear. Eventually, you push past a tight ring of muscle into what had to be the smelliest place on earth. His stomach reeks of the pizza he had devoured. And soon it would reek of you. Your head, shoulders, and your upper body all slide in quickly. Your legs kick weakly on the outside and steadily more and more of your body is becoming wet and slimy.

Eventually, your shoes are taken off, that tongue wraps around your wet socks, and what's left of you in the world is gone. You feel your legs travel down his throat as you curl into a ball. With a steady thump, the date is over and the final course, you, was served. On the outside, your date rubs over his belly content with yet another helpless romantic lured in on Valentine's Day. He taught you about how love hurts and that this way you two will be together forever. Or something like that, it's muffled through the churning of the stomach walls as well as the gurgling.

As you settle into your temporary home, a bittersweet thought comes into your mind. You still weren't spending Valentine's alone. You would be with your pred, for as long as it takes for him to digest you. As the stomach walls squeeze around you and press all of the air out of the chamber, a soft smile plays on your lips. You gently pass out as that huge burp vibrates the apartment.

There were worse ways to spend Valentine’s Day.

Happy Voretine's Day ❤️❤️❤️

[annieqattheperipheral]

hey everyone

it's time. Time to celebrate the fact that

luke prokop is on the preds training camp roster!!!

[dragon-tummy]

boothill in my mouth. (jk other way around)

art below the cut

clears my throat. uhnmrrr mgngf .... hi.

scratching the back of my neck. idk how to tag it. lazily drawn cause its late and im TIRED.

guess im making a new tag. doodled this to celebrate getting him. uhhrhrmgg ...... im not normal. very far from it.

waiter! waiter! more pred cyborg man please!

[vorthodoxy]

ok but hear me out. An immortal pred who has a fucked up sense of love, falling in love with mortals and not wanting to leave them behind when they eventually die. so the best course of action? Eating them and digesting them. The pred thinks this will keep them together forever, and is totally fine with it, despite the guilt of hurting their love. The pred will eventually digest them of course, and in the morning the pred will lovingly caress the new fat on their tummy, having their partner apart of him forever

It's RLLY angsty but also kind of hot idk...

-🍓🎭

yESSSSS I'M ENTIRELY ON BOARD FOR THIS thank u strawberry thespian

the pred is lonely, part and parcel with being immortal, but the world is filled to the brim with so many interesting people! they travel from city to city, spending just long enough to get to know each one like the back of their hand before moving on to the next one, and then coming back once it's been long enough for the city to grow and change and transform.

they LOVE people. no matter where they go, they immerse themself in the lives of others, fascinated to see the way mortals learn and grow and make mistakes and leave a legacy. they dance with them, they tell stories with them, they tumble into beds with them.

every so often, they meet a particularly interesting one-- a savant of the generation, a genius, or a true humanitarian, or someone with enough ambition to strike the gods down from their seats. the pred will become this person's lover, their confidant, their muse. and they'll reveal their immortal nature to the sweet, brilliant, fascinating little human.

and, almost unfailingly, the mortal who has won their favour will ask if it's possible for them to share their immortality.

the pred will often play coy, piquing their mortal's interest even more fervently.

well, there is one way. it's wonderful. you would become so much more. but it's also painful. it... changes you in more ways than you know. i would only share this with someone i truly trusted.

and the mortal is so eager to prove their love, to prove they're trustworthy, that they're worth bringing into the aeons.

i would love nothing more than for you to join me.

the pred helps plan their delectable little artist's "last day as a mortal." the best day of their life, the day in which they finish their magnum opus, and prepare to become part of something much greater.

it's almost time. i trust you. do you trust me?

and the mortal nods...

hours later, the pred's immaculate, ravenous belly is gurgling and squeezing playfully around its squirming prisoner, hard at work processing the new hefty meal.

the pred is amorously massaging their massive gut, trying to get their tasty lover to just relax, it's okay, let it happen. you wanted to be part of something greater, and I wanted you to be part of ME. and now we both get what we want! shh, shh, i know it's scary, but i'm right here, i'm all around you, and i'll keep you safe... soon, nothing will be able to touch you, no blades, no disease nor famine, not even time itself... i couldn't leave you behind to waste away, to fall to dust, you're too (uuurp) beautiful... and delicious... just stop squirming and let my belly take you apart~

of course, they planned this perfectly, they've had practice. no one will disturb them this evening, or the next day. they fall asleep still rubbing their great, bulging tummy, trying to soothe their softening meal.

the next morning, their gut is about halfway done redistributing their lover to their hips, chest, thighs, and waistline. they happily pinch and squeeze the new layer of soft, warm pudge on their body, delighted to see their lover taking so well to their new position in life. they spend the day in bed, celebrating their lover's "immortality".

then, in the evening, they sigh, squeeze into their traveling clothes, and set out. it's time to move on to the next city.

[digestavore]

I just turned 18 and want nothing more to celebrate by the pred that you are to cream me and after eat me, just sliding down into your huge wet stomach as you digest me.

Mmm good boy 😏 I'll rail that 18 year old hole with my thick pred-cock and then swallow you down whole without thinking twice. Then I'd lay back and jerk off again while I digest all of that young man-meat. Gonna enjoy feeling your skull sliding out of my hole the next morning....

[teal-fiend]

imagine being the bacteria inside a pred's stomach.

it's a tiny civilisation that lives inside there. They don't fully understand their world, because they've never been outside of the stomach. All they know is that their country goes through cycles, or seasons. But instead of being determined by temperature, it is determined by whether there is prey.

When the pred consumes prey, the civilisation is thriving - they are hard at work breaking down the catch, and they feast and celebrate every night.

The bacteria civilisation continues to work (alongside other chemicals such as acids and enzymes) until there's nothing left, and it's been moved deeper into the digestive tract (where other bacteria colonies live as well)

maybe they see the pred as a god-like entity, and when the land grows barren, they pray in hopes that they will be given resource.

and them praying, is actually communication through the vagus nerve. Which triggers the preds hunger.

[mousegirlvorecast]

Hey y'all! This is my first actual writing for this blog so it might be a bit rusty but I hope you enjoy!

(CW: hard vore, blood, death, cruel pred, mice, digestion, multiple prey)

The tan-furred mousegirl sits in the wire cage that her feline captor had dropped her in. She looks around at all the other mice present; she seemed to be on the younger side. Most were talking happily, but a few seemed to be looking for exits. One stood in the corner with a big scar across her eye.

All at once the room shook, not like before when other mice were dropped in; but like the cage was being shaken. Light poured in as an orange haired catgirl took the top off of the enclosure, her amber eyes looking at each of the mice analytically. She grabs the tan furred mouse, and a smaller white mouse with red eyes and holds them both in the air by the scruff of their neck. The white haired mouse is frozen in fear; but the tan mouse is squirming hard enough to cause the claw pinching her neck to dig in

The cat grins wide and can’t help but lick her lips before addressing the crowd

“Greetings little mice~ don’t fret; I know being in this cage isn’t ideal, but I can’t just let you all go! That would be such a waste of such cute specimens! So I have a little game I want to have you all play~ you all will fight in a little competition; and the winner gets to scamper free!”

The crowd of mice stirs with excitement—for the most part. A few mice don’t seem all that interested; after all, this setup isn’t all that bad, and they get free food and water whenever they want. A few mice are still wary, and the mouse with the scar hasn’t moved from her place.

The cat smirks and puts the two chosen combatants into a specialized cage, in opposing waiting rooms with a closed off center area in sight through the clear plastic barriers. In the center of the middle room there seems to be a hole in the center. The cat clears her throat and speaks loud enough for both cages to hear her perfectly

“The object of the game is simple! Push your opponent into the center hole and you win! That’s it~”

The game seemed deceptively simple, and the tan mouse looked up at the cat through the wire ceiling suspiciously… but she isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. The cat counts the two down and when she says go the plastic barriers are lifted, and the catgirl sinks below where the mice can see. Both mice run to the center and awkwardly start to tussle. The white mouse is smaller and weaker and easily gets pushed to the ground. Careful not to slip, the brown mouse pushes the white mouse over to the hole; and the white mouse doesn’t do much to fight back; after all if she loses she goes back to a comfy and safe life in the cage. The tan mouse watches her opponent slide down the hole and smiles wide.

SQUELCH

Her celebration is quickly interrupted by a thick wet sound. Moments later the catgirl rises back up with two white feet kicking out of her mouth, along with a long pink tail. The tan mouse watches in horror as the cat gulps down the loser, who squirms feebly in her throat.

GLLRK

“Mmmm, just as delicious as I had hoped~ it seems subject 037 is our victor! Now then, up next to face the previous victor is…”

She reaches in and grabs a larger mouse, one who looks nice and strong, and plops her down in the cage, back in the waiting room.

“Subject 012! Now then, since the stakes are properly set, I’ll inform all of you that if no fight takes place then both of you will be swallowed~ got that?”

both of the mice nod nervously. 037 stares at her opponent and starts to panic. She won she should be free; can she really kill again just to escape… before she can think any more the plastic barriers are removed again and both mice run for the center. 037 can’t exactly overpower this mouse, and gets pinned to the wall. Right before she is about to get pushed to the floor she kicks 012 in the gut, causing her to double over in pain. Desperate for a way to stop her opponent from just overpowering her, 037 leans down and grabs 012’s cock, starting to jack it off. The grey mouse blushes and squirms but has been so pent up lately she can’t help but grind into the smaller mouse’s hand. Slowly but surely, 037 pleasures her opponent while discretely pushing her towards the center. Right before the mouse is able to cum, the tan mouse cries out an apology and pushes her into the pit, hearing that same wet smack as before.

SQUELCH

The cat lifts up like before, but 037 notices her going just a bit higher than before, raising up directly over the poor mouse before biting down on the morsel in her mouth.

SNAP

Blood and gore rain down all over the two time victor. The tan mouse—now stained in a dark red—gags at the sensation and the scent, and watches as the mangled and squirming mouse above her gets pulled into the cat’s maw. But it’s fine… she just has to keep winning…

The cat grabs another mouse, the one with a scar over her eye, and smirks. This’ll be over soon, she can tell. The same process as before is ran, but this time when the plastic doors open up, the scarred mouse doesn’t scamper out as all the others did. She walks out with confidence, staring at the blood soaked prey before her. 037’s heart is racing, and she tries to run away but is quickly cornered.

The poor defenseless mouse squeaks out a plea for mercy

“Please! I—I need to live! You can’t do this!”

The scarred mouse just rolls her good eye and places a paw onto her opponents neck

“Is your plan to beg for mercy from every mouse that catches you? Pathetic.”

037 is lifted up into the air, her face turning a deep red from a lack of air; and is hoisted over the pit

“Last words would be wasted on you, I hope for your sake that you die quickly.”

And with that the scarred mouse drops 037 down. She takes a gasp of air and closes her eyes tight; falling for a moment before…

THUMP

She lands on the rough tongue of the catgirl, drool dripping down onto her head. Her feet are at the edge of the cat’s throat, and her tail has slipped in already, with the flesh around it pulsing, trying to pull her downward. The cat bites down gently, enough to pin her by her neck, as she stands back up, giving the blood soaked mouse a good view of both the arena and of the cage with the rest of the mice who are all horrified. The scarred mouse is looking away, preparing for her next match. She feels the thick tongue under her lapping at her fur, the feline sucking all the rodent blood off of her. Then, almost as quick as she fell, she feels herself slip back, with a loud

GULP

She SQUEAKS and scrambles for any leverage, but cannot help but slip downward into the cat’s maw. Her throat is tight around the mouse; squeezing her from every angle. She squeaks and cries but every time she opens her mouth more thick warm spit rushes in. It isn’t long before she falls into a hot humid chamber, which reeks of mouse blood. She lands with a splash and takes a moment to orient herself. She feels around but can only find a bit of tattered fur and a few bones; and for good reason. The tan mouse can feel the acids she is soaking in start to burn at her skin, starting with her ears.

GLLLRRRN

As she bangs on the stomach walls, it growls and groans in protest. The mouse is pushed back into the acid as her captor lets out a burp, causing the stomach walls to squeeze in on the mouse. Despite her efforts her consciousness is quickly fading; and what is left of it is in pure agony as her body is melted to the bone. In a last ditch effort to prevent pain, she decides to dip her head under the acids, letting herself be taken completely. It isn’t long before her brain is overtaken by acids and she is left just a floating corpse, crushed by the next mangled body which falls down into the gut.

Many hours and a huge squirming gut later, the cat swallows the last loser, savoring it’s flavor as it cries out for mercy. The victor looks up at the cat with her one good eye

“I’ve done your dirty work again… now you hold up your end of the deal and let me go”

The cat giggles and moves in close; the mouse does not flinch

“But these morsels are so much tastier when they think they have a chance! How about this… you tell me about one more nest and help me eat them and I’ll let you go!”

The mouse sighs, she knows this won’t be the end…

“Deal”