#implied fatal vore

[vorekody]

Awkward eye contact

(context: capybara lady gets ambushed by thieves, she's forced to help gather up her own supplies to load onto their horses but instead turns around to see a demon has snuck up behind the two robbers and is making a meal out of them)

[2rrare]

start singin' her praises, unless you want to end up inside her like the rest of 'em.

[juicyfattymeat]

The whole Ninjago storyline could have ended quickly if Pythor were a little smarter and just did this:

Happy vore day, guys :P

[cybersoldier82]

Here’s a question for the vore community.

What is something vore related that you will avoid as much as possible and what’s the reason? I’ll go first^^

I tend to avoid unaware as much as I can. Largely do to the fact that I have abandonment issues and the idea of a friend eating me and not noticing me as I scream for their attention only for me to be ignored just doesn’t sit well with me. And whileI recognize that there is unaware where the pred either eventually notices or is faking it I tend to avoid the ones where the pred doesn’t notice.

However, I also thing that if you put it in a safe vore scenario or use it for comedic purposes I’d be willing to check it out. Otherwise I try my damnedest to not see it.

[philicheesecake]

(UL) The Hunt

Content warnings: Unwilling implied fatal vore, implied nonfatal vore, fearplay, halfsize vore

Summary: A small peek into Eli’s past. This is a very ancient draft from before the UL series was written.

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“Get your hands off of me, freak!” The woman tried to slip between the muggers, clutching her bag like a lifeline. Two had ganged up against her. She cannoned a heel into the groin of one of them, using this as her window to escape. She broke into a full sprint, splashing through the polluted water. Street lights gleamed up ahead in a flickering orange. The light was constricted by the close walls of the alley. She had to get there before the muggers did.

A large shadow seemed to cross the street lamp, but it was impossibly tall— The light was gone in an instant. The lamp was dead.

The woman tripped in the dark alley as she tried to readjust to the new lighting. She splashed into a gross puddle of runoff water that didn’t smell clean. The muggers came behind her. They would soon catch up. She tried to get to her feet, looking at the two men as they began to catch up.

Before they stopped.

They both froze in their tracks. One of them began to run away and the other got out a pistol. He didn’t aim it at her. Something... above her?

She gave the remaining mugger and odd expression before she suddenly felt something grab her from behind, wrapping around her waist like a thick hug. It was too tight, though. She gasped, trying to pry the “arms” off before she noticed at the end, there were long pointed claws.

A hand. A massive hand.

She gasped as she was lifted into the air and she struggled within the grip, trying to figure out what the hell just grabbed her. Her heart froze and she let out a shriek, which was cut off short from a finger flicking her forehead to knock her out easily. All was black.

~* ~

Blearily, she began to swim back to consciousness. She was aware of a slight rocking sensation. A searing pain in her head. A staticky headache.

She opened her eyes, beginning to make out the hazy dark forest floor far below. She was watching it move along, as if walking backwards, but she was high above the ground. A firm grip was held over her back, holding her in place, wherever that was. She began to stir, reorienting herself awkwardly. She froze and let out a shriek of terror.

There was a giant face next to her. Pointed ears, reflective rusty gold-colored eyes, sharp fangs protruding through his lips. Its sensitive ears twitched in annoyance at her noise and the grip around her back tightened. She could feel her ribs strain under the pressure and let out a strained cry of pain.

She seemed to have been slung over the shoulder of the giant as she was being carried further into the forest. She could hear someone struggling and stammering nearby, and looked further to see that one of the muggers had been captured in a similar fashion. He was pleading with the giant, almost incoherently, from his inability to form proper words at this point. She locked eyes with the mugger fearfully and tried to struggle and reason with their captor, not knowing what was in store for them, but knowing it couldn’t be good. Eli merely chuckled at their pleas and continued through the forest, completely unphased by their fears.

After a ways being carried into the forest, the giant called out to something up ahead in a bellowing voice.

“Riri! Dindin’s here!”

The woman was aware as the grip around her back lifted her up off the shoulder and she was held out in front of the giant. She tried to pry off the grip, panting in fear. She could see the giant wasn’t alone. There were two of them. She was held out towards the other, which was just as tall as the first. Easily twice her height, maybe more. Its features were similar; dark hair, rust-colored eyes, sharp ears and fangs. The hair was slightly longer, only enough to be put into a messy ratted bun. It took her a minute to realize that it was actually female. Her features were so rough, it was tough to even tell the difference.

Riri eyed the woman almost somberly before looking back at the first giant.

“I thought you said you were going to bring muggers, not victims.” She spoke as softly as her rumbling voice would seem to allow. She seemed disappointed, almost.

Eli snorted. ”I have found and delivered. One ran off, so I grabbed this scream-y one. Ya really can’t be picky with this shit, sis. Good and bad— they all taste the fuckin’ same.” he held the woman further out and she let out a fearful whimper. ”Here, you can have the scream-y one, I can have the squirmy one. Fair? You didn’t do any of the work anyways.”

Riri sighed with a slight frown. It looked like she had just been given a distasteful task, like a child being told to eat their broccoli. She took the woman from the other giant’s hand, and studied her silently for a moment.

”Don’t forget your check for weapons— you always tend to forget about that,” Eli cautioned her. Riri felt around before removing a switchblade she had found.

She glanced over at the other giant to see he had wasted no time to begin to down the mugger head-first. The poor man was writhing like mad, and she could hear his muffled protests as he began to be pulled into the throat. He was pulled in up to his torso almost immediately, gripped by the hash, forceful muscles of the throat. His form began to make a slight bulge in the Eli’s throat.

She looked back at the woman she held. Barely in her thirties. Medium build. 5’5. She was crying.

Riri sighed. She whispered an apology to the woman before opening her mouth and chomped lightly around the woman to get a good grip, not enough to induce bleeding, but enough to cause slight pain. She pushed her deeper into her mouth and started swallowing. The woman was squirming, crying, and trying to protest as she was dragged in. A struggling bulge formed outside of her throat as she made her way down. Riri removed the woman’s boots and pocketed them before her feet slipped slowly past the giant’s tongue and out of sight. Eventually, the woman pressed into the stomach and was forced to curl up in the tight space. Riri could feel the weight settle inside and took in some deep breaths as her airway cleared. The woman still squirmed and struggled within her. The slight movements felt amazing, but the giant wasn’t smiling. She looked down at her stomach with a slight sigh, rubbing at it gently.

”--Yeah, that’s right, keep squirmin’. Not gonna get ya anywhere,” Riri could hear her brother snort nearby. He had quickly finished swallowing up the mugger and pressed his hand harshly against his stomach to induce more desperate struggles from his captive.

Riri tried to ignore him, but she seemed visibly uncomfortable from the way he gloated around his prey.

“Playtime’s over, we need to move,” she spoke.

Eli rolled his eyes with a groan. ”Awhh, no fun in that. Alright captain killjoy. Whatever. I’m gettin’ tired anyways. Let’s move.”

~* ~

They traveled towards the next town on the map, choosing the outskirts in the forest where they were aware of some cave systems from the last time they were here to use for their advantage. By this time, the woman had stopped squirming. The intense heat must have put her to sleep.

Riri had taken the time to unpack their few belongings. There were two large quilted blankets that each of them could use as bedding, and they were set out over the cave floor. Eli had already set himself to get to sleep, while rubbing at the slight bulge in his torso with a pleased sleepy grin.

Riri laid down on the other side of the cave, opposite to her brother. Despite the drowsiness that kicked in after each meal, she didn’t sleep. It seemed so sickeningly easy. How her kind could take in another living intelligent creature, go to sleep, and wake up the next day to find them completely gone. At least the humans would be unconscious and hopefully without pain as they were digested, but the fact remained, and that unsettled her.

She could hear her brother’s noisy snores on the other side of the cave. A fang pricked her lip as she bit it uncertainly, seeming to debate something. After a moment, she rose to her feet.

~*~

Eli was groggy the next evening. Now he remembered why he didn’t like this cave. It was facing the west, which made the sunsets practically blind him in order to wake him up. He let out a long, drawn-out groan, trying to cover his face in the quilt.

“Whyyyyyy....” he whined.

“We’re going to need to move soon.” Riri’s voice came from the other side of the cave. He peaked out from beneath the quilt. The blanket was still pulled up to his nose, but he could see that Riri was already gathering their things to put in her bag. She snatched his blanket before he could react and began rolling it up. He whined.

”Ririiiiii.....”

”There’s a missing notice for the people taken last night. It shouldn’t be long before the dogs find us.” Riri explained shortly. She stuffed the last blanket in the bag and slung it over her shoulder.

”Ughh already?” Eli rubbed his face with a groan. ”How did ya find out about this so fuckin’ quick? How long have ya been up?”

”Long enough.” Riri responded, not elaborating further. She began to head towards the entrance of the cave, pausing for Eli to get up. Eli groaned again, rolling his head back dramatically towards the cave ceiling. He sorely got to his feet and stretched. The bulge in his torso from the mugger was already gone. He began to follow Riri, making his way out of the cave. Once outside, he stopped in his tracks. A perplexed expression played on his face.

Riri’s brow lifted slightly, though there may have been fear in her eyes. ”What’s the matter?”

Eli narrowed his eyes, stepping further into the small clearing around the cave. ”That scream-y lady... her scent’s here.”

Riri carefully adopted a more casual expression. ”It’s probably just—“

”Ya let her go, didn’t ya?” Eli’s voice lowered into a growl.

”I...”

Eli put a hand to his face, shaking his head. ”Riri, this is fuckin’ dangerous.”

Her eyes widened, then narrowed. ”But—“

”Our race is endangered. We move town to town to keep hidden. We cover our tracks so we don’t get fuckin’ killed or collected for fuckin’ alchemy shit. And ya just released a human who knows about us?!”

His voice was now a deep bellowing growl. Riri shook her head defensively.

”I told her not to tell anyone! She would have died!” Riri’s voice rose slightly.

”Just like the hundred dozen other humans we’ve eaten over the years. It’s really no big deal. Now our entire race has a possibility of being fuckin’ exposed and a whole lot more than one person’s going to die for that.”

Riri opened her mouth again to protest, but Eli cut her off short again. ”Ya know what, you’re right. Let’s move.” he snapped impatiently, beginning to walk at a brisk pace through the darkening forest. Her eyes widened, feeling a pang of almost guilt, but she followed after him, hooking her fingers under the strap of her bag of supplies to alleviate the weight from dragging on her shoulder.

There was a long moment’s walk in the darkening forest in tense silence. Night fell and the moon began to gleam over them through the gaps in the tree leaves. She finally spoke up more softly.

”Eli—“

”What.”

”I’m sorry.”

A pause.

Riri truly felt bad. Like she had done something wrong. She had seen what had become of the “soft” giants.

”Riri, are ya really gonna end up as a fuckin’ softie?” Eli seemed to read her mind. It was more of an observation than a question. Her behavior had been leading in this path for years. Her entire life even. This wasn’t normal for giants. Something must be wrong with her brain. And it unnerved him.

”I don’t want to kill people.” She said silently. It wasn’t a direct answer, but it was clear enough.

Eli scowled, kicking a sapling tree over in their path.

”No way I’m just lettin’ my sister go soft. Remember the promises we had to make before we left the Cradle? Does any of that mean a fuckin’ thing to ya?” His voice was rough, but had an edge that was genuinely concerned.

Riri looked down and sighed. She still held the woman’s switchblade in her hand from last night, rolling it between her fingers tensely.

”It… won’t happen.”

Eli stared at her long and hard for a good moment. It seemed to speak of the futility of her statement without saying anything.

Her face fell and she sighed. ”Okay, I’ll try living off of animals for the next few weeks, and if I feel weird at all, I’ll go right back to humans. Happy?”

Eli’s expression remained hard for a while before he reverted back to his careless drawl. ”Eh, well more humans for me, then.”

This signed it off as a case closed, though she knew Eli would be careful about it, even more careful than her.

[sigery]

*Foster parent reader meeting their new charge, Lunar*

Reader: *staring at the giant demonic Glitch floating above Lunar* Whatcha got there, Lunar?

Lunar: *holds up a patchworked stuffed animal* My best friend, he eats nightmares!

Glitch: And people *grins, showing his many sharp teeth*

Reader: Ah

[teal-fiend]

you get eaten by a stranger. You barely are able to catch a glimpse of their face before you're gulped down and deposited in the stomach.

You were in public before, a park that you'd been to many times. So when your predator starts moving, and the stomach starts to become more active, stimulated by the walking, you can imagine in your minds eye where they have gone in the park.

They're heading to the edge, now you feel the footsteps hitting concrete as they go along the sidewalk.

you yell for help; there must be other people around who can help you. Your pred doesn't even bother trying to silence you, or acknowledge your protests at all.

You're still following along where you imagine they are, until they stop, leaving you hanging motionlessly for the first time. Its kind of like being in a hammock, but cramped, and the hammock is trying to digest you.

You hear a click, and the opening of a car door. As the pred gets in, you become much more cramped, squished by their legs and torso, and the car. And their stomach keeps squeezing you, trying to make you smaller.

Now the car is moving and you have no idea where you are. You are sloshed back and forth by the momentum of the vehicle or what could be an hour or more.

Eventually it slows down, the car parks. For the first time the pred gives you a little pat before getting out of the car.

They're moving up some stairs. You can feel and hear their heartbeat at the exertion. And you get thrown back and forth with each step.

You hear a door open. And a sigh. You're in a house, you assume. Or an apartment? It could be anywhere, you dont even know if you're still in the same city.

You are likely in a strangers home, and in their gut. You're going to be digested far away from any place you are familiar with. No one will know where you went. And if someone saw this pred with their full belly, they'd have no idea who the meal was.

Your world shifts, the pred has laid down. You hear a muffled rustling of sheets and there is extra weight over you. The pred is tucked into bed, and its not even night time. A mid-day rest, as they prepare to digest you fully.

You dont want to accept this. Your efforts to escape have been useless so far. But you try to do your best. You yell at them, to get their attention. You kick at their stomach, which is hard because of how restricted you are.

You feel the pred roll onto their back, letting you wriggle uselessly ontop of them. You feel silly doing it, seeing as how little an effect it has.

Then, you feel them tense their belly muscles slightly, and there is a loud bubbly gurgle. You feel the pred thump on you lightly. You figet in response, doing your best to irritate them further. But all you get is a loud burp from above, before you feel the pred relax again.

you hear their voice for the first time as they excuse themselves. But after that, they have nothing more to say.

You wonder what the room looks like. And what the pred looks like. You can barely remember.

You wonder what you would look like from the outside. A gurgling bulge in a stranger's abdomen. An anonymous meal. The pred had probably seen that many times. If they looked in a mirror later, they'd be able to see you. Well not you, the pred would only see their own stomach, but you would be inside it

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

You know the neat thing about soul vore as a concept? From the perspective of a predator their prey is still there with them, but to observers the predator can seem mad.

The idea of a mutual friend or acquaintance of the predator and prey struggling to understand how the predator who to all appearances had loved the prey could have eaten them.

The predator is just like “Together forever :3” but the observer is having an existential crisis about everything they thought they knew about this person they thought they understood.

[squirmifyoulike]

love being able to physically WATCH digestion happen.

The pred's stomach is squirming and writhing, and it's letting out a lot of bassy gurgles. The prey inside is being hopelessly dominated by the pred's body... And you can see it. When the prey goes still for a moment, it's super obvious. The pred's stomach is still moving, but not because of the prey this time.

The strong churning of the pred's stomach translates to a rhythmic, gentle pulsing on the outside. The movement seems deceptively soft, but with every few pulses, a muffled cry comes from the pred's stomach... Followed by a liquidy gurgle.

[warmeclair]

Nothing like doing some casual shopping while you digest your prey

[juicyfattymeat]

[cybersoldier82]

Pride month idea pt7:

Ok, this one kinda ties into part two so here we go lol. You know how in pt2 I mentioned preds that hunted down bigots during or de month, well what if they had prey friends to lure in other preds that were bigots????? Imagine it, pred finds out another pred is a bigot, and is harassing ppl during pride month, so they and they're prey friend to be bait to lure them away for noming. On occasion the prey will be nomed by the target, but they always come out ok, then the bigot gets what's coming to em >:3. It's a fool proof plan if you ask me.

Hehe, now I'm just imagining the aftermath discourse is like: prey: "THEY ATE ME!!!" Pred: "Relax man, you're fine." "I still got eaten..." "But you're still alive, meaning my genius plan worked, and now there's one less bigot in the world." The pred says as they pat their shifting gut.

[philicheesecake]

Eli since you are such a lightweight (no shame in that) may i propose a method that could double as a way to tease the second when eating two humans.(since you seem to enjoy teasing your meals)

swallow the first then pin with your stomach while you digest the first

then swallow the second when the first is all done digesting.

[lesbianoms]

Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.

After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”

We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.

And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.

I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”

She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.

“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”

He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.

She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.

“This one’s for you, sweetie~”

She lowers him towards her mouth.

“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”

Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.

Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.

She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”

Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.

The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️

“Come with me.”

She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.

I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.

“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.

I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…

“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*

She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.

“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"

Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.

About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.

She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.

“There he is,” she mumbles.

Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.

I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.

“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.

I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…

She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.

Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.

Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”

She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”

[teal-fiend]

preds with instincts that override their conscious brain:

Preds that lose any self control when hungry

Preds who feel hazy after eating, meaning they won't be able to let you out

Preds who are triggered by the scent of their favourite prey

Preds who will immediately start swallowing you if you put your hands in their mouth

preds who cant control their digestion

Preds who will chase you if you start running

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

Bastion has two modes when it comes to Ida, one is the unabashed lovesick predator mode, where the mask falls off and it’s obvious this is a being who is hunger and very little else. A being that wants nothing more than to devour the one he loves and let his stomach show her how much she is adored. But there’s also that part of him that tries to get the most out of the fact the rules of the Manor restrict how much of him can be shown. The part of him that regrets that he can’t actually be human and is ashamed he can’t be truly good or healthy for the one he loves. They’re the same person, Bastion definitely wants to devour Ida. But he’s still acutely aware that she deserves better. Ida disagrees, not because she has self-esteem issues (though she does) but because as predatory and inhuman as Bastion is, she loves him and feels safe emotionally with him. And for someone who’s never felt any sort of safe, emotional safety feels like it’s enough. I’m not saying she’s right about that. Their relationship is not meant to be objectively healthy, but it is meant to be sincere.