#long term endosoma

[alexcutecolly]

omg stuck on a v.olo idea & had to share where he swallows us down on mou.nt co.ronet when he loses the battle and tells us were his consolation prize instead of meeting a.rceus & he traces our bulge down his throat and tells us were so tasty and likes us squirming in his belly and rubs it and teases us but actually hed never gonna hurt us cuz he wants a nicer world after all & he got attached to us but he wants to take us with him & he’s grumpy now and this makes him feel better until he explains his story & we forgive him

he also heals our p.okemon that were hurt in the battle while were inside as a apology

cuz hes mad at how his plan went but he doesnt want us to go away & we cant spill his secret if were safe in his belly

v.olo uwu

ps its cute if he lets us out when were alone but if he goes to town he swallows us again and acts like he doesnt know where we are

pps i rly just like making excuses for v.olo to keep us in his stomach and rub his belly with us in there x3

Hello again dear v.olo uwu anon!

Warning: spoilers for P.okemon Legends: A.rceus below!

Dang, V.olo is pretty adamant here and goes straight to the point ngl xD it'd be cool to see that despite losing the battle and being very bitter about it, he still doesn't take his anger on us or blame us for his defeat 🥺 even though he basically eats us as a consolation prize, lmfao 😭😭

However, I guess it wouldn't be too bad after all? xD V.olo doesn't get what he wants, but he has us as friends, and we can understand how frustrated, desperate and lonely he must feel and have felt throughout the years ;-; even if I admit he'd be more controlling and possessive than usual, since he's making the decision of bringing us along without consulting us first :O especially if he's so afraid we might leave him and tell the others his secrets 🥺

So I feel like we could be squirming and struggling a lot when he's eating us, unless we really want to go with him and let him hide us from everyone else xD

Quite nice of him to heal our team, though!

Omg, being in and out of his stomach depending on where he is is quite funny tbh xD like he needs to go get some groceries from a village in another region, and he's like "It's tummy time for you!" and so we're swallowed again pretty fast xD and nobody would suspect a thing!

And maybe if we're very unwilling, we could squirm a lot and be a source of discomfort to him if we hear him talking to someone else, more specifically if he's explaining how he hasn't seen us in a while xD we'd most likely get only more tum time out of all these stunts, but inevitably we'd get used to it sooner or later, wouldn't we? xD

P.s. I personally love scenarios where he's keeping us inside him for more extended periods of time xD he's got the potential for it too, both with evil and sympathetic intentions x3 also we love a possessive twink (/lh) that just enjoys eating his friends so much, hehehe x3

I'd love to see more of your ideas if you've got some more, dear v.olo uwu anon! 💙

[nightmarevore]

Craving — The Hike

Luke invites his new roommate, Rowan, on a hike. The two get lost, and Rowan's hunger gets the better of him....

Contains: Soft vore, safe vore, same size, inexperienced prey, male pred, male prey, minor injuries.

Words: 7,075

Ao3 Link.

The prequel to "I Get a Craving and I Wake Up For You"

Luke’s new roommate was such a strange one. He had a habit of keeping to himself, though Luke hadn’t the damndest clue why. Luke had just moved in and needed a roommate to help pay the rent, and this Rowan guy seemed like the better applicant than all of the other ones he got. He promised Luke quiet time during most hours and rent paid on time. Which was good! A loud, obnoxious roommate was one of the last things Luke needed in his new apartment. 

What he didn’t expect though, was someone so… distant. Rowan hardly came out of his room. The only time he did so was to grab food or scribble something into a notebook in the living room. He at least wanted to get to know the person he would be living with. Especially since he was relatively nice looking. Handsome, even. It wasn’t hard to admit that the boy had a bit of a crush on the other. 

Something something something you have a type, and it’s jocks.

After some time of giving Rowan some time to settle in, Luke knocked on his door inviting him to go on a hike with him. It’d be good for exercise, and though Rowan looked like he didn’t need it, it was at least a nice bonding activity. They could talk on the trail and get to know one another. It was a sound plan. 

“This is one of my favorite trails.” Luke begins, stepping a foot forward. He holds a hand over his eyes, blocking the sunlight. There’s a long walk ahead of them, but they can make it. 

“…Mhm.” Rowan responds from behind him, taking a few steps forward to walk closely behind the other. 

Luke thinks about how mysterious Rowan is. Even now, he’s mysterious. Distant. What kind of person is he? He works out, that much is clear. They spoke before in the past, but nothing like full conversations. It made the boy a bit sad. 

This is going to fix that, though. He knows it will. 

With determination in his eyes, Luke removes the hair tie from his wrist and pulls his hair back into a messy bun. He turns to Rowan, motioning forward, and then taking off with a fast walk. 

“What do you do for a living anyway, Rowan? I feel like you’re some kind of cryptid.” Luke speaks up with a cheeky smile on his face. 

Rowan snorts, trailing behind his roommate. Luke wants to play small talk? Best to play along for now. 

“I’m in between jobs.” He states bluntly. Best not to get anymore deep than that, right? He has no business knowing more about him. It’s best if he keeps to himself. For Luke and for himself. 

Despite how nice his new roommate seems. 

Rowan isn’t one for conversation, is he? He expected that to sort of go on for a bit longer, but it didn’t. He’s not much for conversation, is he? He’d be able to get something out of him, right? They are living in the same space after all. They should at least know a little bit about each other.

“So… Cryptid. Alright! That’s fine, don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” Luke’s smile remains, and Rowan scoffs.

This is just a ploy to get him talking, isn’t it? Luke doesn’t… need to be close to him. He doesn’t hate Luke, he just…. His condition makes things hard. He just needs someone to pay rent with and move on. 

“You’re not much of a talker, huh?” Luke asks, shrugging. “Anyway, you go hiking before?” 

Rowan’s eyes gaze along the trees they walk past. This place is beautiful. He has to wonder just how Luke found this place. He glances back over to the shorter man, making sure he hadn’t fallen behind. Maybe cryptid wasn’t far from the truth. 

“Once or twice, when I was younger.” Rowan answers. 

“Did you have any good paths here? I think I got a bit lucky, finding this one for us. I’ve walked this trail, but never this path. It’s quite beautiful.” 

“Don’t remember.” Rowan lies. He doesn’t need to tell Luke he never lived here before. Luke doesn’t need to know he’s from out of town. Luke doesn’t need to know his past or his childhood. Why’s he being so pushy, anyway?

Rolling his eyes to himself, Rowan continues to admire the nature that surrounds them. The environment sort of seems to blend together. Between the trees and the rubble, it all looks the same. There’s more trees. More dirt. Maybe a giant rock. In fact, there’s even a bridge over a large pit up ahead. That one is a bit new. 

“You’re fun at parties.” The shifter offhandedly comments as they walk across the bridge. Luke looks down, raising an eyebrow and watching the height. More trees down there. Maybe wildlife? 

Regardless, this is a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. Rowan isn’t really… engaging in conversation. Maybe something, but three or more words isn’t really enough to go somewhere. Swallowing his anxiety, as they make it across, Luke turns on the path’s fork, going off on where he thinks the path might lead to. Looking behind, he sees Rowan still following him. He looks like he’s off in his own world. 

Luke places his hands in his pockets as his eyes trail to the ground. He didn’t know what to say at the moment. What could he even say that Rowan might not shoot down? 

“You play any games?” He chimes in. 

“Eh… sort of.” Rowan responds. 

“Yeah? What kind?” 

“Whatever looks good.” 

“Yeah? what’s that?” Luke raises an eyebrow, turning to walk backwards as he faces his roommate. 

Rowan chuckles, shaking his head. This trick of Luke’s—He’s going to hurt himself. 

“I dunno, I—… I dunno, man. Whatever. You’re gonna get yourself hurt if you don’t walk forward.” Rowan attempts to avoid the question. Maybe coming on this hike with him was a bad idea. 

“What? Nuh-uh, this is fine. Look, I’m totally and completely f—Wuh…!!” Luke’s foot slips, and suddenly he’s falling off the trail and down a hill. His hand reaches out, but he falls too quickly. 

“Luke!” Rowan calls after him, jumping forward. It looks like a steep drop, and Luke is still falling. 

Holy shit, Rowan thinks to himself. He has to go after him. Because he’s dumb, he does. He jumps off the trail and digs his heels into the dirt and slides down, following the path that his roommate made on the way down. 

“Luke!!” Rowan calls out, looking down. It looks like he disappeared along some shrubs at the bottom. 

“I’m okay! I’m alive!” Luke responds, clearly winded. He huffs, terrified. His hand clutches the fabric of his shirt in his hand, and his eyes stare straight up at the line of trees above. 

Rowan arrives at the bottom, skidding against debris of rock, soil, and leaves. 

“Jesus Christ, man! You’re gonna give me a heart attack. I literally just said you were gonna hurt yourself.” Rowan’s voice is filled with worry. Luke smiles at this, thinking that Rowan does, in fact, care. 

“Awww… you’re worried about me.” The man on the ground attempts to push himself up, but he hasn’t fully recovered from all the flips and tumbling that just happened. There’s definitely gonna be a few bruises.

“Shut up.” The other stands by Luke’s side, holding his arm and helping him up. “Can you stand?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little confused. Nothing’s broken.” Luke smiles. 

“Good. No idea where we are, though.” Rowan checks over his roommate one more time. He just has a few scratches here and there. Which is good, really. Things could’ve ended a lot worse. A slight pang hits the back of Rowan’s mind. He thinks that Luke smells quite sweet, actually. Maybe even delicious. 

The pang hits his stomach. 

Oh, dear god, no.

Rowan pulls his hands away from Luke. He fucking forgot to eat before they left. He forgot to eat this week. He thought he didn’t need it, so it wasn’t on his list of priorities. Maybe he can fix it when they get back? The only issue now is getting back. They’re far beyond any sort of trail now. If they end up being out longer than expected…. 

Rowan bites his lip, holding his breath. 

“I think we need to get home. A-and get you, um… Y’know, taken care of.” Rowan spits out. 

“Oh! Right, of course.” The size shifter looks down to the ground, getting a feel for his feet again. No more walking backwards. Got it. “I sort of know this trail. I think we’ll be back on track if we go this way.” 

Pointing in a direction, Luke motions for Rowan to follow. 

He’s not sure how Luke can just tell where they’re going, especially now. Each mini tower of tree just kind of looks the same. They all do. Same enough to blend together. 

He just has to bite the bullet and follow him. To trust him. 

. . . 

“Not to be a dick, Luke, but when do you think we’ll get back?” Rowan raises his voice, speaking up. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since they last made a turn. Trees, shrubs, and the occasional log mix together in one bland pallet. Rowan thinks his stomach is beginning to hurt. 

“I-I dunno…. I kind of…. I dunno.” Luke mumbles, lost in his thoughts. He’s beginning to regret this, wondering if this was a good idea at all. Between Rowan refusing to really engage and Luke falling and hurting himself, this was starting to be a disaster. “Why?” 

Rowan tenses up, eyes widening. 

“N-no reason.” The man places his hand over his stomach, wincing at the sudden sharp pain that shoots through his stomach so quickly. 

Everything is fine. Things are fine. Rowan hopes they’re not too far away from the correct trail so they can get back on track and home. The pain dissipates, but he knows it’s not for long. He knows it’ll get worse the longer this goes on. 

Luke turns to look at his estranged roommate, raising an eyebrow. His expression speaks louder than his words. ‘No reason,’ he says while he looks like he’s annoyed to hell and back. Is he making that bad of an impression? Maybe it’s the fact they’re lost. 

Lost…. He hadn’t thought that until just now. 

“I need you to not be mad, but I think we’re lost. Like, maybe we took a wrong turn.” 

Rowan chews at his lip, grumbling. Fuck.

“Awesome.” Sarcasm seeps from the predator’s words, and it’s then he knows agreeing to this was a bad idea. He thought maybe giving Luke this one interaction would satisfy his curiosity, but now he knows he shouldn’t even have done that. Now, Rowan finds himself needing to keep his mouth shut. His sharpened teeth are beginning to show in full force; a display of the man’s gnawing hunger. He can’t even hold them back correctly. 

Shit, he didn’t think this would happen so fast. His hunger has never hit him this hard before. Could it be the moment? His nervousness and anxiety? His hand’s grip on his middle tightens. The ache in his belly trembles in and out in waves far more aggressive than before. Luke’s smell…. it’s enough to make him drool. God, he hopes he doesn’t. 

“Listen, I-I’m sorry, I know this sucks. But we can find our way back. I know we can. It’s not all bad, yeah? This trail isn’t too big.” Luke motions for Rowan to follow him, huffing and biting his lip. This is fine. Everything is fine. They’ll be able to get back on a decent trail. To get back home. Luke can just… pretend he didn’t fuck everything up. “Let me know if you recognize anything? It can help get us back on track. If you were paying attention.” 

“Uh, yeah… Sure. Will do.” 

Just keep walking, Rowan. Ignore the pain. Just keep walking. Walking behind Luke. If he can just stay out of Luke’s line of sight, he wouldn’t have to notice how awful he looks right now. The two trek aimlessly forward. 

This isn’t getting any easier. In fact, it’s getting worse. Every step led to more, intense pain. Longer pangs of starving hunger. His stomach fighting his body—Demanding a meal. And that horrifies him. In fact, as Rowan’s eyes land on Luke’s back, watching his hair bounce in his bun, watching his arms move as he walks, he begins salivating. 

No, absolutely not. This isn’t a fugue. Rowan still has his mind. He’s not about to ruin what’s supposed to be a fresh start with his stupid Predator bullshit. If he just holds on a bit longer, then he can make it and just pay off some random in the town to sit in his stomach for a while…. 

Rowan’s arms both wrap around his core, hoping it’d somehow stop the pain. Which doesn’t work, because of course it doesn’t. Rowan’s stomach lets out a pained, hollow empty cry. He’s doomed.

“Whoa, someone’s hungry.” Luke chimes in, keeping his eyes forward. Did Rowan not eat before they left? The thought almost makes Luke feel even worse. He’s so clumsy, his fall got them in so much trouble. With how distant Rowan is, he wouldn’t be surprised if he hated the man. Luke would hate him if he was in Rowan’s shoes. 

He huffs, shaking the thought. Focus on the surrounding nature and push through. 

With another sound coming from Rowan’s stomach, even louder this time, Luke’s brows furrow and he stops to turn around and look at him. 

“Did you skip breakfast or something? Dude, we could’ve gotten something for you on the way here, you know!” The size shifter speaks, placing his hands on his hips. 

Luke suddenly turning around startles Rowan. This isn’t good. 

“No, no, it’s…. It’s fine, I just—… Uh, I didn’t—“ The predator’s mind blanks. The churning and full on punches in his gut are nearly unbearable. Fuck, Rowan is hungry. He fails to hold back a subtle hiss at a particularly large pang of hunger. He breathes through his teeth, his lips curling back lightly and showing off his sharpened canines mindlessly. 

He really can’t hold this back any longer, can he? Rowan’s focus lands on Luke’s somewhat surprised and terrified expression. 

Rowan really is a monster. 

Luke thinks Rowan looks absolutely terrible. He looks pale. He’s hugging his stomach, and his teeth…. Were they always sharp? 

“Uh….” Not knowing how to respond to the situation, all Luke can do is laugh pathetically as he rubs his arm. “What’s… uh, are you… okay…?” 

Fuck, Rowan thinks. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

There really is no going back from this. He didn’t want to resort to this, but if he held out any longer, something was going to happen. Something bad. His mind would fog and he wouldn’t be all there. He didn’t want to scare Luke more than he already has. 

Hopefully Luke isn’t claustrophobic. 

“Ah… Luke, um… have you heard of preds? Predators?” Rowan finally asks, biting the bullet. 

Green hues stare at the other man in silence. It feels like gears are turning in his head. He keeps rubbing at his arm. 

“I dunno, a little? They… need to eat people, I think. Right? They’re rare.” 

Rowan nods in response. Good, this isn’t going to be a complete shock. 

“Yeah, well… That’s me, that’s what I am. A pred.” He sounds words through another wince, feeling awkward and vulnerable. “And, well, uh…. I made a mistake, and I need to eat. Like, Right now.” 

Luke completely freezes, trying to read his roommate’s face. Is he trying to play a joke? He’s not acting like this is a joke. His mysterious, handsome, jockey roommate is secretly a predator and needs to eat people. Rowan used to be so quiet, and now…. 

Luke’s breath hitches, and his face flushes as he realizes the situation. 

“You… Wait, you… need to eat me? Like right now?” This is genuinely something you don’t hear everyday. Luke is a size shifter, it might be easy to shrink down, but is he even safe? “How does that work? Would it hurt? Would I be okay?” 

Luke’s mind is racing, and that’s understandable, but Rowan literally cannot wait anymore. 

“No! Um, at least, I don’t think so.” Rowan hates this. This is so weird. “I mean, nobody’s ever… Nobody I’ve ever… you know, has been hurt from it.” 

His stomach is screaming at him now. The sight of Luke nearly has saliva slipping out of his mouth. 

“Well…. What do you say?” 

“Uh….” Luke hesitates. His face is bright red. This situation is something he couldn’t have imagined in a million years. He had never been eaten before. Even so, how were they going to navigate with Luke inside the other’s stomach? Even that thought alone sounds ridiculous. He’s thinking about being eaten right now, how insane is that? “I… guess so? I-I can… shrink down, or something, to—“ 

Rowan’s hands reach over for Luke’s shoulders quickly, not hearing anything else after being given the okay. He’s so hungry he needs someone down his throat now. He surges forward, mouth wide open and his fangs on full display as Luke’s eyes widen at the sight. He doesn’t have much time to react as Rowan’s mouth engulf’s Luke’s entire head, shoving him headfirst. The predator immediately swallows at feeling his meal press against the back of his throat. 

Each swallow is quick, loud, and aggressive. Luke couldn’t even finish his sentence before being eaten. All the size shifter can do is keep his eyes shut as he’s continually and forcefully shoved down his roommate’s throat. The fact this is even happening is enough to make Luke dizzy. His body is constricted by the powerful organ, and any attempt to move or shift fails as he’s trapped in place. 

Rowan’s heartbeat approaches the man’s ears, and the predator himself gently closes his eyes. He purrs as he takes in the man’s flavor. He feels the other’s head descend from his throat and into his chest, making him desperate. Rowan grabs at Luke’s arms, sliding his body further down within him with a few thick swallows. 

Luke’s head slips into the desperate stomach, and they both feel it. Luke hears nothing but the sounds of Rowan’s body around him. His swallows, his breathing, his heartbeat, and even his stomach as he enters the empty chamber. It groans at his presence, and he can’t tell if it was out of hunger, or because it now has food in it. 

Food? 

Did Luke just refer to himself as food? 

This entire situation is overwhelming for the size shifter. Five seconds ago, being eaten was a brand new concept to him. Now, he’s being stuffed and swallowed down. Pushed further and further down his roommate’s body. He even feels his feet lift off the ground as Rowan continues to loudly swallow his entire body. His face flushes, and Luke finally opens his eyes. The inside of the stomach is just as dark as Rowan’s mouth and throat. His breathing is hitched as he swallows more and more of his body, and his heartbeat is racing. It’s wild how much of his body he can hear…. It’s kind of enjoyable.

A chill runs down Luke’s spine. The warm air of the other man’s insides coupled with the cold air of the outside made for a strange, body temperature difference. Not only that, but the fact that Rowan is so much more stronger than he looks. This should be impossible, lifting someone up like this. 

With an aggressive exhale out of Rowan’s nose, the predator groans as he feels Luke finally filling his empty stomach. He should be filling him up and rounding out his middle. Determined to get the rest of him down, he grabs Luke’s legs and lifts them up as he pulls his head back. All that remains now are his roommate’s waist and legs, this shouldn’t be too hard to finish now. A muffled, surprised yelp can be heard through the flesh of his center. Luke shifts, feeling the weight and gravity shift to pull him downwards. Thankfully, said gravity would allow him to get his meal down with a few more hearty gulps. 

One swallow sends the rest of his waist down. Luke’s arms press against the stomach walls, trying to keep himself from being pressed up against the flesh in front of him uncomfortably. 

Another swallow pulls Luke’s thighs past his lips and down his throat. The powerful organ grumbles at the presence of such a filling meal. Satisfaction, perhaps?

Rowan lets go of the man’s legs, believing they’ll sit still and slide down. Downwards, sliding ever closer down the tight confines of his throat. 

With how powerful and strong each swallow felt and sounded, it’s almost like Rowan has eaten people like this so many times before. Has he? Luke tumbles around inside, trying to get more comfortable and in a better position as more of his body slips through the esophagus and into the fleshy organ. It’s tight in here, that’s for sure. 

In response to feeling the other shift within him, the predator swallows, getting past his knees. He feels Luke’s hands press all around the walls inside. His back even leans up against what feels like the front of his belly. 

Luke isn’t sure what he thinks about this situation. Maybe one more swallow would seal him within another human being. Something he never even thought of in the past. But he’s here now, being eaten. Being swallowed down and hearing the powerful swallows, the powerful heartbeat of someone else. Seeing the body from where one would never usually see it. 

Why… did this feel nice? 

Luke feels so satisfyingly comfortable to the predator. The way he moves about and the way he sits inside him just feels right. His mind craves this; the feeling of another person moving within his gullet. Within his stomach. He knows he’s going to regret this. He always does. Despite this, right now, he needs this, and he is going to allow himself to bask in the moment. 

Gllk—!

“Ah, Rowan?” Luke’s muffled voice chimes in again. 

Rowan doesn’t hear it. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back once again. His lips ring around his prey’s ankles.

One more swallow.

One of Rowan’s hands press against his expanding, distended belly. It feels wonderful. His free hand lifts, pressing down on the other’s feet to force them past his lips, into his mouth, and down his throat. A  powerful swallow seals them, sending the man’s entire body into his stomach with pride. Finally. Completely encompassed by flesh, Luke is entirely within him. He takes his hand back, straightening his head. His throat massages at his prey’s body, but it’s this final, powerful, loud swallow that sends them down quickly to meet the rest of him. 

Rowan exhales with relief. 

With all of Luke finally stuffed within the organ, the size shifter curls up, trying to keep himself steady. Rowan’s breathing picks up, and he can feel Rowan shift around outside as he moves around himself. This… this is strange. 

Pressing down into the flesh under him, the consumed man attempts to prop himself up and squeeze himself through the flesh that hugs him into a comfortable position. Saliva presses his clothes into his skin, as well as his hair. The walls gently knead at him, and he finally feels like he’s in a somewhat better position. But he keeps his hands steady, to keep himself in an upright position. 

Rowan’s fingers guide themselves down the curve of his middle. Hunger and pain are replaced with fullness and contentment. Luke’s movements as he tries to get comfortable even feel amazing. Like an internal massage. He feels as though he hadn’t focused on the feeling of his meals this much before. His stomach gurgles loudly, perhaps happy to finally be fed. It’s even nice, no, wonderful, to watch Luke move and shift under the skin. To have Luke under his skin…. 

All his. 

Mesmerized by the sight, he thinks of how much of an idiot he was for not doing this sooner. Why would he go this long without feeding himself? Not with how nice this feels. God, he’s an idiot. Gently pressing over the bump that he thinks are one of his meal’s hands, a burp forces its way through his chest and out. 

He covers his mouth, though his worry isn’t here. He’s finally full.

“I…. Do you feel better?” Luke’s voice is quiet, and calm. Definitely hides the fact that Luke’s cheeks are bright red. 

The muffled voice of his roommate through his skin jolts the predator out of his haze. 

Oh, right. He just… ate his roommate. He basically just met this guy. This guy didn’t even know anything about his monstrous side. His hunger for people. Living people. Now, he’s curled up within his gut. God, how does he even feel? Rowan’s been so focused on himself he didn’t even bother to ask how Luke felt. Is he terrified?

“Shit, yeah… Much better.” Green eyes fall to his middle, attempting to make out the man’s orientation under all those layers of flesh and organs. Rowan swallows nervously, dropping his hands underneath in an attempt to support the weight of his stomach and asks in a small voice, “Um… You okay in there?” 

Luke falls silent, looking up. Is he okay? Fuck, he doesn’t know. Rowan is so mysterious. He’s a predator and needs to eat people alive, for God’s sake. The burp from earlier pushed all of the walls against him and made his cheeks hot. What did the burp even mean? 

He feels as Rowan’s hands brush the outside and support his weight. Rowan enjoys this? Did he act like this with everyone he eats? Maybe… Maybe he was a good meal? Eugh, it feels weird calling himself that. But that is what he is, right? Rowan ate him. He’s inside the predator’s stomach. 

He thinks that he’s lucky Rowan can’t see his face. He swears, his face must be so red it’s embarrassing. So many conflicting feelings. 

“Y-yes!” Luke nods and closes his eyes. Maybe he can just focus on the sounds that surround him. The feelings that surround him. It’s soft, yet tight. Definitely not as tight and constricting as the throat, though. Opening his eyes, Luke presses his hands back into the fleshy walls to keep himself steady. “I’m a bit thrown off, though. I thought you would wait for me to change my size, or something! I didn’t expect you to eat me at full size.” 

“Y’know, I… probably should have.” Taking a heavy step backwards, Rowan aims to rest his back against a tree behind him. Luke shifts inside him in response to the change of weight. The predator exhales. He’s so dumb. Potentially, this can ruin his new apartment situation. All because he couldn’t get a goddamn meal at the right time. “I couldn’t stop myself, I guess. It got pretty bad there for a sec.” 

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

“Look, Luke, uh….” Rubbing at his wrist, Rowan looks away from his stomach. “I-I’m sorry… about this shit. I kinda was planning on not mentioning this to you at all. It’s not something for you to deal with.” 

The idea that Rowan felt horrible for not eating is strange. If it felt bad, why would he hide it? Luke looks up to where Rowan’s voice booms down from above. Rowan looked awful before. Sick and the color had nearly left his face. He should’ve at least known in case of an emergency…

Luke huffs. 

“It’s fine, yeah? I got us lost in the first place with that fall. Plus I’ve heard a little bit about preds before. It’s not all bad, okay?” Exhaling again, Luke looks around before looking back at his hands resting against the fleshy walls of Rowan’s stomach. Out of curiosity, he presses them outwards, letting his hands sink in. He wonders what it looks like from the outside. “I’m glad you told me, but this was a helluva way to tell me, huh?” 

Huffing, Rowan lets out a small laugh. 

“Heh. Yeah…” His eyes drag themselves to his stomach. They watch curiously as Luke presses out. His hands move instinctively to press back at the bumps. It’s strange, the predator can feel the shape of Luke’s hands through the layers of flesh. It’s so strange, but something about the way he’s settled within him feels… right. Perhaps even better than any prey he’s had in the past. “… Thanks. Though…” 

Rowan realizes his anxiety about this whole thing is still pretty high. Why wouldn’t it be? This new person in his life is guaranteed to see him as a total freak now. Even so, the presence in his stomach; the weight of the other so perfectly filling up his insides and moving against the walls, has him feeling so very comfortable. 

“I’ll get you out eventually,” The man finally finishes. “We don’t have to acknowledge this happened afterwards. It must be pretty weird.” 

“It’s not something I’m used to! That’s for sure. I don’t really know how to describe it, but I guess I can cross ‘Get eaten by the guy I took on a hike and got lost with’ off my bucket list, right?” Luke laughs to himself, albeit awkwardly. Rowan laughs softly in response.

It’s flustering to feel Rowan move around him. To push at him. To breathe. To speak. To live. Rowan is already pretty attractive as it was, but this is different. Intimate. Indirectly, their hands are pressing against each other. They’re close, in the sense that Luke is literally inside of the predator. Under his skin. Swallowed down and consumed, tucked away. Closer to Rowan’s heart than he would’ve been outside… 

Luke wonders if his face can get anymore red. 

“Um… How does it… feel? To… have someone in your stomach, like this?” The shifter spits out. 

Hm. What an awkward question, Rowan thinks. 

“… I’m not sure how to describe it super well. Perhaps like this… little weighted warmth right inside of you. I can feel you move around and brush against the inside of my stomach. I can see you push out and roll… It’s a strange sensation, but… It’s nice. Comforting, in a way. And…. and you feel really nice in there.” Rowan’s hands mindlessly massage against his distended belly. His eyes gently drift shut, and he focuses on the feeling of Luke within him. Between the weight, the warmth, and the rising and falling of his breath, the near perfect sense of fullness is breathtaking. This sensation his roommate gives him feels like he was made to fit perfectly inside his stomach. Inside his core. 

Rowan jolts, realizing the words he just said. The thoughts dancing around his mind. He blinks as his eyes quickly widen and his face flushes. Dread overtakes him. 

“I-I mean, like— It’s like… like you being in there stops the hunger, right? I-It’s nice to, uh, not be in pain and all that!” The man chokes out in a cough, once again forcing himself to look away from his stomach. Luke shifts as the cough squishes him within. He can feel his face heating up. What the fuck, Rowan! What the fuck?!

Luke stays silent in an attempt to sort his thoughts. He curls up, leaning further into the stomach wall behind him. It wraps around him and he feels himself sink. Rowan’s breath hitches around him as he feels the sensation. Rowan definitely has his weight leaning against something, though the shifter doesn’t know what. Focusing on the sounds that surround him, his face flushes as he’s described as ‘nice.’ It’s a simple thing, really. Such a small, insignificant comment, as he’s surrounded by and hugged by Rowan’s flesh. The organ that gently kneads at and squishes him. That groans and gurgles around him. Rowan’s heart as it beats. His lungs that inhale and exhale—Luke subconsciously met his breathing with his predator’s. 

Rowan really, really likes this, doesn’t he? Maybe… Maybe Luke likes this, too. However, he shifts to shove his face into his hands, burying himself into the nearest stomach wall. 

“Um… I—I see. It’s not, um… as tight as I expected, you know? Your stomach really stretched out. I can’t even begin to think what it looks like from the outside.” Luke finally exhales, accidentally kicking his foot into one of the stomach walls.

“Huh? Yeah? Oh, yeah. That is pretty weird, isn’t it? But I think it’s a predator thing. Stretchy insides, I think? Something a doctor told me as a kid, I dunno. I’ve never had much trouble getting bigger things down. That’s—pretty fucking weird to say, isn’t it?” A finger traces gently along the curves of Luke’s body tucked away within him. He chuckles. “You have made me a bit bigger, though. If I look hard enough, I think I can make out the position you’re in?”

Luke feels thankful that Rowan can’t see his expression, especially at the last comment. He might not have let him live it down, if he did. Probably. Would he think he’s weird for getting so flustered? Being inside here was a lot nicer than he expected. Squishy and a bit wet, but nice. Honestly, he can see himself getting tired enough and falling asleep. 

Luke shakes his head. He has to stay awake. How weird would it be to fall asleep inside the man who just ate you? … Well, probably not as weird as eating someone. Still. 

He thinks to himself for a moment; the cogs turn within his brain. Luke moves his body curiously, using his legs to press down and force his head up against whatever wall was above him. He knows he’s not upside down since his head isn’t being pulled down by gravity, but whatever orientation he’s at within Rowan’s belly is unknown to him.

It’s a tight push, but he forces himself to go as far as possible, trying and failing to hold back laughter.

“Whoa—hey!!” Rowan yelps as he watches the skin of his middle strain against the shape pushing out from his torso. There’s a prominent bump. It stretches out, vibrating with the other’s laughter. “What the fuck, dude! That is not an invitation to test it out!”

He shoves back into his stomach with his open palms, feigning anger and annoyance but failing to hold back the laughter that bubbles within him and forces itself out in response. Honestly, the squirming and pushing feels genuinely and strangely nice. He can’t place it, but having Luke inside and moving around like this has him more relaxed, significantly more compared to the start of their hike. Luke laughing in there is soothing. Perhaps even ebbing away some of the awkwardness from before. 

“Yeah, Sorry! Sorry, I wanted to try it. I couldn’t help myself.” Feeling the push back, he falls back into his previous position. Rowan massages the skin around him, and it’s soothing. This isn’t so bad. He also noticed his roommate became more talkative, too. Is this a way to get him to speak? To be eaten…?

“Pretty sure you’re right side up, in case you wanted to know, by the way.” Rowan chimes through his thoughts.

“Oh! Okay, cool. I wasn’t sure. It’s hard to tell what’s up and down in here.” The shifter responds, burrowing into the predator’s insides and closing his eyes. Man, he really is getting tired. Incredibly tired. He didn’t expect this to be so.. relaxing. Is it the warmth? The organ wrapping around him and holding him in place? 

Wait, aren’t they lost? 

Luke’s eyes shoot open. 

“So… um… How are we going to get home?” 

“How are we—?” Fuck, right’s right. They’re lost. That’s what’s happening. And now Luke is stuck inside his belly, unable to see anything outside of him, which means…. “I guess I gotta get us back now, huh?”

Rowan groans in annoyance, wishing he paid attention to literally anything around them earlier. With a huff, he removes his hands from his bloated belly and pushes himself off of the tree he was leaning on. He has to accommodate for the new weight now, too. He’s used to having bigger prey, but not… moving around like this. 

“I guess I’ll just start walking? Hope for the best?” The predator looks down to his stomach as he talks to it and begins walking. 

“I guess? Maybe try and turn around? I dunno…” So much changes around the size shifter. The change in weight as Rowan stands up and begins to walk. He can feel every step he takes and his breathing and heartbeat pickup at the sudden action taking place. This is all too weird. Luke brings his hands up once again to press against the walls on either side of him to steady himself. Maybe he should try and break the silence in the meantime. So, Luke takes a breath and says, “How often do you need to do this, if you don’t mind me asking? Eat people, I mean.”

“Oh, well, uh… Maybe every few—” Rowan cuts himself off. This isn’t Luke’s problem to deal with. Rowan isn’t a child, he’s just a really weird hungry adult. This is a one time thing. It has to be. He can’t subject Luke to more of this shit than is necessary… No matter how much he enjoys his sweet taste or the shape of him inside of his gut. “No, no. You sure you even want to deal with that? After we get back. Somehow. Like, this shit will be over and I can spit you back out and we don’t have to ever talk about this again.” 

As a form of punishment for himself, Rowan removes his hands from his engorged stomach and shoves them into his jacket’s pockets. He wants to touch it and feel more of Luke’s form, but he won’t allow himself to.

“I dunno, I just want to know. We live together, so I wanted to know…. I wanted to take this hike to get to know you…” Did Luke mess this up already? They were talking before he mentioned getting back home. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it at all. Maybe it would’ve been better for Rowan to stay leaned up against whatever and they could just talk. “If this is a part of you, I’d like to get to know more about it.”

Rowan sucks in a breath. His pace slows down as he listens to the muffled voice of his roommate. His meal. He seems so sincere about wanting to get to know him. Rowan isn’t sure how to react to that. He figured Luke would want to try talking to him. It was expected, but to go this far? To continue with his curiosity, even after Rowan fucking ate him? … A strange sense of warmth blossoms within his chest at the idea of Luke accepting even this part of him. 

“You—You really don’t mind this? Me being like this? You’re okay with it? I mean, look, I’d totally get it if all of this had you wanting to back out and find a new place or kick me out or whatever.”

“I don’t…. mind it, Rowan. I’ve heard a little bit about predators before,y’know?” Lyke swallows nervously, his face flushing again. At this point, his face will never be a normal color while inside Rowan. This is going to be fine. “I’m fine with it. I wouldn’t move out over something like this. I’m just… glad I could help you, in some way.”

Vague crush on the predator notwithstanding, that is.

“Oh, well… Thanks, I guess.” Rowan picks up the pace, trying his best to follow a vague trail that he manages to pick up. Trees and grass and trees and more grass and dirt… “I… Usually go once every two weeks or so. Maybe even a bit more if I’m dealing with, uh… cravings.”

As he spits out the final sentence, Rowan hesitantly removes a hand from his pocket and lets it simply rest upon the top of his engorged belly as he walks.

The faster pace shifts the stomach again. Luke holds the walls to keep himself steady. Who knows how long this’ll take. But man, did he want to fall asleep right now.

“You get cravings? Is that what the pain was about earlier? You looked like you were so uncomfortable. It must really suck having to deal with all this.” Luke replies.

“Yeah… It’s consistent, for the most part. Just gotta feed myself every now and then. Sometimes my stomach gets a mind of its own and I get cravings. It’s a pain in the ass.” In retrospect, thank god his cravings didn’t spiral into a full on mind fog. He never feels like himself like that. Like the predator within him shoves itself into the front of his mind and doesn’t stop until it gets what it wants. Hopefully, Luke wouldn’t have to see that. “You’re right though. If I can’t eat like this every now and then, it gets really bad. I start to feel woozy and it hurts like a bitch the longer I wait. Can’t say I’d recommend being a pred…”

“That sounds so rough… I’m really sorry I got us lost. I feel so bad about that.” Finally, Luke lets out a yawn. He sinks fully into the wall behind him. It’s… nice, despite what Rowan describes. Would he be doing this more often? Would he even let Rowan eat him again? Would he ask? He didn’t think he’d mind doing this again. The process of getting down was weird, but overall, it’s pretty nice. Despite the bile that causes his hair and clothes to stick to his skin. “If it’s any consolation, it’s nice in here.”

Shit.

“Heh…. don’t apologize, and…. Thanks.” Rowan smiles, patting the top of his belly. He looks down, green hues looking over the skin. Feeling Luke relax inside. 

However long it takes to get back on track, maybe it’s not all bad. 

[mmmleckerlecker]

The Magic of Christmas

Summary: Santa grants you the gift of a full year in the North Pole with him. What you don’t realize is that YOU will end up being the true gift of Christmas.

Contents: m/?; fatal vore; willing pred; unwilling prey; size-difference; betrayal; painless digestion; long-term; a little bit of soul vore?

Wordcount: 2,398

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It’s the night of Christmas Eve, and you’re already curled up, fast asleep in bed. Until suddenly you are awoken by someone gently shaking your shoulder. You blink your eyes open and are startled to find someone standing above you. You gasp and sit up. The stranger in your room is dressed all in red and sports a great white beard. As you come to, you realize you’re looking at the man himself.

“Santa Claus!” you blurt. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles at you. His eyes are as twinkly and his cheeks are as rosy as all the stories say. He’s also much, much bigger than you ever expected. You wonder how he even fits down all those chimneys.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you were a small child,” he explains, his voice warm and rumbling. “Not once have you been on my naughty list, and each year I’ve admired your kindness, thoughtfulness, and your ability to bring joy to other people’s lives. It’s because of this that I want to give you a very special gift this year.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you ask, “What is it?”

You’ve always known Santa to be real, even when all your friends grew up and stopped believing in him. And now, to not only get to meet him but to receive such high praise from him… it’s a dream come true.

“As a gift for your enduring generosity,” Santa begins, “I’d like to invite you to spend the next year with me in the North Pole.”

Your jaw drops. You’re so honored by the offer that it takes several stuttering attempts to say, “Yes! I mean, yes please!”

Santa lets out a quiet chuckle, each set of, “ho ho ho,” like music to your ears.

“Come,” he says, holding out a mittened hand. “Let’s go.”

You spend the rest of the night at his side, flying over the earth in his sleigh. You expect to be terrified by the height and speed, but you’re not. You’re exhilarated. There are even several times you stop at a house and Santa returns carrying carrots. He hands them to you and lets you feed the reindeer.

When you’re not feeding reindeer or waiting for Santa as he drops off gifts, the two of you are engaged in conversation. A lot of it is asking questions about the North Pole. Very often, Santa’s only response is, “You’ll see.”

As you talk, you can’t help but notice the faint scent of sugar cookies that emanates from him and the way he has a habit of dotingly rubbing his impressively round belly (like a bowl full of jelly). You don’t think too much of it, however. He’s Santa Claus and he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

At the end of the night, you land in the North Pole and are greeted by hordes of cheerful elves. They’re smiling and laughing as they show you around Santa’s Village before guiding you to your new room where you promptly crawl into your marshmallow soft bed and fall asleep.

The next year goes by like a dream. All the elves make sure to meet your every need. Taking you on sleigh rides, inviting you to snowball fights, teaching you to ice skate, and then always making sure to bring you some cookies and hot chocolate after every meal.

Living in Santa’s village is like living Christmas every day and you couldn’t be happier.

There’s only one small thing that nags at you. And it’s Santa himself.

You see him quite regularly, and every interaction with him is as magical as the last. But as the year goes by, you notice that he starts to lose some of his… glow. The twinkle in his eye grows dim, the rosiness in his cheeks fades away, he loses his distinctive sugar cookie scent, and even his round belly grows smaller and smaller until there’s almost nothing left.

You’re too polite to comment on someone’s appearance, but you also don’t understand how this could be happening. Everything about the North Pole is invigorating and full of life. The longer you live here, the more you feel its influence. You can even see it when you look in the mirror. Each day, your reflection glows a little more brightly, so how could Santa be losing his own glow?

In the last few weeks leading up to Christmas, you truly begin to worry for Santa. At this point, if it weren’t for the beard and red suit, you wouldn’t even be able to tell he’s Santa at all. It’s like all the magic has gone out of him. But whenever you ask if he’s okay, he simply chuckles, pats your head, and assures you not to worry. But you do worry. You even ask the elves about it in hushed tones, but they just laugh and dismiss your concerns.

On the night of Christmas Eve, Santa’s workshop is a whirl of activity as everyone makes last minute preparations for the Big Night, yet Santa looks as un-Santa-like as ever. Still, no one seems concerned about this, least of all Santa. And amidst all the other hustle and bustle, the elves still manage to find time to prepare the grandest feast you have ever seen. Turkey and ham and potatoes and gravy and green beans and cookies and ice cream and cakes and pie.

In the final hour before Santa’s departure, everyone sits down to eat. You’re at the head of the table while Santa sits all the way across from you at the other end. Every dish you try is the tastiest thing you’ve ever eaten. Even more so than all you’ve had in the last year (and you’ve had a lot of good food in the past year.) You can’t help yourself as you try each dish at the table, going back for seconds and then going back for thirds on all you favorites.

The only thing that puts a damper on your spirit is that Santa himself doesn’t really touch his food. But the elves don’t seem perturbed. They’re all feasting away. And when Santa catches you watching him, he smiles that same warm smile at you, a ghost of a twinkle in his eye.

After that, you’re too embarrassed to be caught looking at him again. You put your head down and pretend nothing is amiss. It’s only when you’ve eaten so much you feel like you’re going to burst does the feast end.

As soon as it’s over, the elves swarm about, cleaning up the table. Meanwhile, you hang back, trying to stay out of the way and nervously waiting as Santa makes a few last minute adjustments before his trip. You know your year in the North Pole is nearly up. You know the time to say goodbye is fast approaching. Something tells you that you’ll never see this place again, and the very thought of it fills you with a terrible, aching sadness.

Finally, Santa approaches, and you know it’s time to go.

“Come with me,” he murmurs once he draws near. “There’s one last gift I need to finish and I want you to be a part of it.”

You blink in confusion as he beckons you to follow. This is not what you’d expected, but you’re not going to argue. If Santa needs your help, after all he’s done for you, the least you can do is comply. Besides, if it means staying here a little bit longer, you’ll happily go along with it.

A little uncertainly, you follow him away from all the elves and into Santa’s private workshop. You’ve never been in here before, and you marvel at the wonders within. So many beautifully and masterfully crafted toys. You wonder how in the world you can help with one of these gifts. They all seem perfect already.

You hardly notice when Santa shuts the door quietly behind you. Your attention only returns to him when he puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you to face him.

You swallow as he looks you up and down with his icy blue eyes.

“Wh- what’s the gift you need help with?” you ask, thrown off by the intensity of his gaze.

Instead of answering, he merely smiles again and says, “I’m so very proud of you for all you’ve done to inhabit the spirit of Christmas. If it weren’t for people like you, Christmas wouldn’t be able to happen at all.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks. Your heart is soaring with elation. You don’t think you’ve ever received such high praise. “Of course,” you squeak. “You’re welcome.”

“Merry Christmas, my child,” he mutters before leaning down and planting a light kiss on your forehead. You feel a little electric shock go through you from the contact.

And then your insides shift and you freeze as things take an unexpected turn. The kiss turns into something so much more, and suddenly you feel your entire head being engulfed by Santa’s mouth.

It’s only when he begins to swallow you down that you realize something is very wrong. You start to panic. You struggle and kick and beg to be released, but none of it has any effect. You just feel more and more of your body sliding down Santa’s throat and being crammed into his stomach. By the time your feet join you inside, you’re sobbing and fighting for your life. But it’s all in vain. You’re trapped.

After several long minutes of trying to escape, you tire yourself out, curl into a ball, and resign yourself to your fate.

You can’t believe this is happening. After so much wonder and magic, you end up here, betrayed by Santa, someone you’ve loved and trusted your whole life. And you thought he loved you in return.

At least it doesn’t feel too bad in here. It’s actually quite soft and warm with a sugary sweet smell. You’re reminded of that first night you’d met Santa and the sugar cookie scent that had followed him. You’d almost forgotten about that. It had disappeared so long ago…

And then you’re surprised when you feel someone rubbing at you from outside and hear Santa’s voice.

“There you go,” his voice rumbles all around you. “Just relax in there.”

“Santa!” you call and push back where you feel his hand. “Please!”

But Santa doesn’t miss a beat. “Unfortunately, I can’t let you out, but you’re giving the greatest gift anyone can give.”

You go still. “What do you mean?”

You’re not sure if he can hear you, but still he goes on to explain. “You see, I can’t actually produce my own magic. Instead, all magic in this world resides in you, in humans. You attract it to you and absorb it. Only you all cannot sense it or control it. But I can.

“So every year, to keep the magic of Christmas going, I must take the magic from a single human who best inhabits the spirit of Christmas. The past year you’ve spent here has only strengthened the magic within you. I’m sorry to do this, but it’s the only way to rekindle my magic. I hope you understand.”

You kick out and very colorfully explain that you don’t understand, but now you’re sure he can’t hear you because you only receive a distracted pat in response. It’s then you realize there’s nothing else you can do. This is how it ends for you.

You can feel every little movement as Santa leaves his workshop and climbs into his sleigh. And then, for the next few hours, you feel him squeezing through chimneys and stacking presents beneath trees. He doesn’t acknowledge your squirms and occasional kicks beyond a distracted rub and a comforting word. So you’re surprised when you suddenly hear what sounds like him conversing with someone else.

You strain your ears and are able to make out what Santa’s saying, “So as a gift for your enduring generosity, I’d like to invite you to spend the next year with me in the North Pole.”

You go still. You know those words.

Then you hear a muffled reply from whoever Santa is talking to, and before you know it, Santa is back in his sleigh with his new human. For the rest of the night, you listen to the two of them chatting amicably. You even overhear Santa telling them that they can feed the reindeer. And every once in awhile, you can feel Santa lovingly caress you within his stomach. You have flashbacks to one year ago when you were on the outside and witnessed him doing the same.

Then everything clicks together. You’re not the first to end up here. And you certainly won’t be the last.

And so the night comes to a close. You feel Santa return to the North Pole and listen to him bid his new human goodnight before heading to bed himself. As you will yourself to sleep too, you wonder how long this is going to last…

You end up remaining inside Santa for far longer than you expect. From what you can tell, you’re in there for months. You never feel any pain, but you can tell your physical body is slowly being broken down and absorbed. It gets harder and harder to find the strength to move, but every time you do, you’re once more met with a comforting rub and a few soft words.

As the months go by, not only do you lose the strength to move (you’re not even sure if there’s anything left of your physical body to move), but you find it harder and harder to stay conscious of what’s going on outside your little prison. But you’re roused just enough when you hear Santa say one last sentence to someone on the outside.

“I have one last gift to finish, and I want you to be a part of it.”

What little remains of your consciousness flutters a bit as you recognize those words and realize it must have been a full year now. It’s time for you to be replaced.

And just as you have this thought, you feel everything slip away, and you’re met with a void of endless darkness. There’s quiet and freedom. At last, you find peace.

[jack-the-nibbler]

Long term vore is something that interests me, and it’s getting colder here. So...let’s talk hibernation vore! There’s two types I can think of at the moment.

-Only the prey is hibernating, staying inside of the pred throughout winter. They’re probably kept in some crop or secondary stomach, letting them sleep while the pred goes about their business outside.

-Both the pred and the prey are hibernating. The pred is kept nice and full, and the prey is safely tucked away. Just having a nice, long snooze together until spring.

[lesbianoms]

Hihi love your writing and was wondering (if you took prompts) to do more werewolf endo stuff?

Anon I am SO SORRY this took 80 YEARS TO WRITE 😭

It Started with a Sandwich

(Includes soft vore, f/f vore, kink, safe vore/endosoma, gentle/caring pred, werewolf pred, same-size) minors dni!!!

I didn’t know her that well, but she knew me. At least, knew of me.

My college had recently implemented a new kind of "supernatural studies abroad" program; currently, they only offered it as a J-term with limited spots. It served to both teach us about the history of other countries, and to satisfy anyone who was super into fantasy and folklore.

On the night of the deadline, just 5 minutes before midnight, I typed up a rushed essay on a whim... now, here I was, studying old European legends in Romania. It couldn't be helped. I'd always loved the strange.

The woman I watched from across the cobblestone street was our guide. She was not a professor at my school, or a fellow student, or anything like that. Born and raised in Romania, she had shown our small group around, pointing out the tall churches and the intricate, weaving designs of stone atop old castles. Crumbling structure. Old structure. Yet the way she spoke of the past somehow endeared me to it.

I won't deny it. As I looked at her— sitting in the empty outdoor seating of a deli, eating her sandwich— I felt really attracted to her. She was older than me, much older, I'd say about 35 or something like that. Early 40s maybe. Just from her deposition she seemed the type to have kids. A husband, a family.

Not that there was anything wrong with that, because my heart was all too familiar with the stupid, stupid tugging pulse of heartache. It came with the territory of being in love with women who were an entire lifetime away from me. But still, I wondered... would she see me?

My thoughts drifted to the sandwich in her hands. Another perk of being a college student is forgetting that you need to eat to keep your energy up. I thought about the places I’d seen along the route to the hotel: there was a ramen place, a burger joint… hm, “Romanian Ramen” had a nice ring to it. Maybe-

I froze as she looked up at me, and with an embarrassed turn of my head I realized that I’d been spacing out and staring at her the entire time. Ugh, I’m such a dork.

But when I glanced in her direction again, I was confused (and admittedly, a bit intimidated) when I saw her waving me over with a smile. I slowly slid off of the wall I was sitting on and walked over, compulsively brushing at my hair with my fingers.

I hope I looked good.

“Hello!” she said. Her voice was sing-songy, with a soft yet prominent Romanian accent. It radiated warmth. “Would you like to have lunch with me?”

~~~

I don’t remember how long we both sat there in that Deli, talking and laughing. As the time went by and the world around us changed from bright to dark, we seemed to be lost in ourselves.

She was easy to talk to. At first I’d felt like a bit of a geek sitting down and rambling on about whatever was currently on my mind, but she just sat still and listened. She would nod and look at me with interest, as she continued to devour her sandwich. I’ve never been the best at making eye contact with people, so while I talked, I found my eyes wandering down to her mouth as she chewed…

watching her throat bob as she swallowed…

It’s at this point in the story I need to confess something. I have a bit of a… strange “interest.” This is kind of embarrassing, but a necessary detail to the story-

-Oh who the hell am I kidding? Vore. It’s vore. I’m into vore.

So now, as you can imagine, watching her eat made me feel a bit flustered. I was ready to just ignore the feeling and continue on, but ohhh boy… I had no idea what was coming next.

Somehow, we got back on the topic of the program.

“So? Are you enjoying your stay in Romania?” she asked, licking her fingers. The sandwich was completely gone.

“Yeah! It’s a really cool place, with a lot of history. I thought the stuff you were talking about yesterday was really interesting.”

She giggled. “Real spooky, hm?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“The legends, they are my favorite part of living here. I’ve had an interest in the supernatural ever since I was young. When I was 18, my mother took me to Transylvania— it was a difficult trip to make, but I begged her to go— and, ultimately, I’m glad I did. Some of my best and worst memories come from that trip.”

I leaned back in my chair, a slight chuckle in my voice. “Did you want to go to Transylvania because of the vampires?”

There was a sudden shift in her demeanor after I said that. Her eyes looked sad as she smiled and continued her story.

“Well, yes and no. There was something needing to be done there. I had studied vampires before, and…”

She looked left and right, as if making sure nobody was listening to us from the shadows. I blinked in confusion, then watched her lean in and heard her voice drop to a silky whisper.

“Do you know why Transylvania is the vampire country?”

I shook my head. She licked her lips and continued.

“It is because they need a place to roost. They like old things. Old castles. They need a place to hide, yes. But they can't have Romania, because someone is already here.”

“Who?” I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion.

She grinned, and in the rising moonlight, her teeth shimmered like fangs. “The werewolves.”

~~~

It had been hours since I’d let her give me a ride back to her place; the full moon, in that time, had been tucked away behind the clouds. Still. She kept all the curtains closed.

She could tell I was nervous. Even though we’d both been very clear about boundaries and terms, my anxieties were not quite put to rest. I felt stupid for asking, but I also felt like I had to.

"So you're not going to kill me?"

She gave me a warm smile as she stood across from me. "I understand your concern. But I can safely say that no, I'm not in the business of taking any lives. I'm no loup-garou, darling."

“…But you are a werewolf.”

Something dimmed in her eyes, and I felt a little bad for being so pressing with all my questions. But if this was true, and it was all real… I needed to be sure that I wasn’t in any danger.

“In Romania, werewolves are protectors,” she said putting a hand to her chest, “I swear on my life that I will not harm you.”

My fingers drummed along the bed that I sat on, and I took a deep breath before responding with, “Okay. I trust you.”

An excited look lit up her face, as she began to take off her clothes.

I watched, enchanted. Enthralled, by the swiftness of her movements as she pulled her shirt off, revealing her bare belly to me. Even mostly empty, it still sported a bit of a round shape. She had a little paunch that just hung over the waistband of her underwear, straining against the elastic. I stared.

When I heard her giggle, I hurriedly averted my gaze from her stomach and tried, unsuccessfully, to make eye contact with her.

"You like what you see?" she teased.

I stuttered, "Wow... um, I dunno if this is a weird thing to say but your belly looks so... soft..."

"Years of good hunting will do that to you, love."

I didn't really want to think about what she meant, so I slowly shifted my position on the bed, fiddling with the trim of my shirt. Quietly, I asked, "Have you ever done this before?"

She smiled and shook her head. "No, never. But you're so small, I should be able to get you down easily. You're like a baby deer."

A hot flush spread across my cheeks as I hummed in satisfactory embarrassment.

"Do you look for baby deer when you go out hunting?"

"No, no! Of course not. That is... not for me. I prefer not to go after fawns. They are in the prime of their life, no? And it feels, for me at least, that it would be cruel to snuff them out at such a tender age."

“So, I guess I'm your first, then..." I chuckled.

A wide, warm grin spread across her face as she approached and sat by me. I felt her strong hands on my thighs. Her voice was sweet, and I shuddered at her hot breath on the side of my face as she leaned in to whisper her melody to me.

"My sweet, sweet fawn," she purred, "these lips and jaws will be so honored to have your small form pass between them, squeezed so snugly into my depths…”

She sniffed at me, licking her lips.

“You smell delectable. Oh, dear, if you could only know how hungry my belly is for you… mmm, yes~ I am quite looking forward to wolfing you down, and keeping you warm during this cold, blustering night.”

"Oh god," I squeaked. I was smitten.

The heat of her round stomach touched my skin like the sun. Tentatively, I reached up a hand. My fingers curled into hers as she took it, grasping it gently. She led my hand over to the soft swell of her belly and I felt goosebumps break through on my skin as I made first contact.

Much like her, the resonance of her stomach made me feel safe. It talked to me with a low and constant grumbling, the groan of a hunger aching to be satisfied. I felt her belly growl against my hand. Oh god, I could only imagine how it must feel to be in there. It actually made me lightheaded.

"Wow…” I whispered, pressing the palm of my hand into her skin. "Your body sounds beautiful."

She flashed a coy grin at me. “The moon is up now.”

~~~

I watched in a mix of fear and admiration as she transformed. Bones shifting and cracking into place, ears and jaw muscles elongating… despite the awful noises, it didn’t look painful. I’m sure she was used to this.

The top of her wolf head and the tips of her ears just barely scraped the ceiling, and she stared down at me with a lustful glow in her eyes. A sharp-toothed smile curled across her muzzle, but instead of being scary, the expression actually made me feel kind of warm inside.

She licked her chops and beckoned me over with a clawed finger. My eyes widened as I watched this movement; her beastly demeanor, infused with all the graceful nuances of a human woman. Even now, it makes for a pretty picture in my mind.

Looking into her eyes, I knew that I was safe with her. I stared up, now pressed against her furry, somewhat swollen belly. The noises coming from inside were downright monstrous. I felt my core heat up, the sensation delving lower all throughout my body, as I slowly began rubbing my legs together. In sure she must have seen how excited I was, because at that moment, she opened her jaws wide and lowered them down onto my head.

Her tongue curled against my face as I entered the slimy cave, whimpering at the feel of so much warm and gooey saliva assaulting my senses. It seemed that first taste was all she needed for instinct to take over.

The gulps were loud and thick, occurring in rapid succession, and I didn’t have any time to think as I was swallowed up by the undulating movements of her gullet and sent down into her powerful stomach. She slurped on my body and growled as the last of me disappeared into her. I’m sure that, despite my size, I made a prominent bulge in her throat…

I could hear only my own breathing for a few seconds as I curled up in the fetal position— welcomed into my new snug home for the night— and then a meaty squelching from underneath me caught my attention, bubbling up into a series of digestive groans. I felt them echo all around my body, and I moaned, all inhibition drowned in that pool of warm acids.

I felt my sleeping bag shift, heard a big slosh of fluids as she flopped over on her side. She was panting and whimpering… I assumed with pleasure. A shrill bark left her jaws and she rubbed at me, pushing against my form, being sure not to hurt me even as she kneaded her prized catch. Me… a prize… I’d never felt so honored to be won as the shifting walls of her belly began to claim me. And as her stomach squeezed me, I came.

I have no idea how long we stayed like that, me and her. Her wolf gut made for a comfy pillow as I yawned and drifted off to the sounds of indigestion I was giving her. She moved towards her bed and tenderly squished me against the mattress, which made me wriggle and squirm. No harm came to either of us as we snuggled together in the most intimate way I know.

I think that overnight, my clothes melted. Or at least, most of them. I remember receiving a text from her days later that my panties were stuck in her intestines. I still don’t know how that happened, but admittedly, it was kind of hot. I got a little wet while I was responding to her.

I’ll never forget my trip to Romania, for several reasons… though if I had to pick one, I’d say that it was because of that stunning tour guide, and her beastly appetite that I had the honor of sating. And to think, that it all started with me watching her eat a sandwich… 💖

[cybersoldier82]

UMMM for the ask game

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🦷: fave tropes are really just when the pred goes on abt their business while the prey just chills, vore as a means of protection/intimacy/romance and kissing that leads to noms :3. OH and endosoma, especially long term endo, def one of the GOATs of vore for me -w-

❤️‍🩹: LEAST fav is unaware fatal for personal reasons that i dont rlly wanna get into w an anon sorry :(

🫠: my personal opinion on digestion is that im not very fond of it, unless it’s painless and involves reformation i tend to avoid it as best i can, respectfully.

And finally 🫀: these mostly related to possibly non human/alien preds but like.extra organs. Wether it be an extra heart, stomach, pair of lungs doesnt matter it’s all cool to me. That and crops, gotta love crops man ;3

[ltsmoving]

Good evening, call me Doc.

I'm an artist, animator, and writer. This is my 18+ kink blog. My main kinks are vore, medical/mad science, hunger, stuffing, preg, emeto, and a bunch of other shit. Hey check out how hard I can be.

Requests are open, the quality of which will depend on how im feeling when i do them sorry. Commissions are closed. RP is also closed.

Minors are obviously not welcome, if I can't tell you're an adult, you will be blocked, "sfw" kink blogs that allow minors will also be blocked.

I'm gonna re-do this at some point :) - just wanna clean it up and make it more clear ig sdfg

Temporarily using an image from pinterest as pfp- wanna take my own photos but cant rn cries. banner + dni banner background image is from unsplash!

(extra stuff under the cut to reduce space)

I'm a trans, gay, polyamorous bear and use he/it. I'm fat and mentally ill. Currently I'm not in a relationship, but I'm okay with flirtation. I'm a shapeshifter otherkin- shifted to a ringneck dove atm :)

Errm I'm also working on a comic called Substandard right now and the protagonists show up here a lot :) (this is actually going through a from-scratch rewrite and will take a while im so sorry cries)

I am exclusively a dom. I'm a pred in vore, but don't mind mild prey teasing. I'm exclusively a feeder, do not tease me as a feedee.

🎬 Fav kinks: Fatal vore, soft and hard vore, hunger, stuffing, burping, weight gain, pregnancy, breeding, emeto, hypnosis, gore, terato, transformation, micro/macro and g/t, possession, mad scientists.

🍿 Liked kinks/experimenting: Safe vore, flattening, wings, inflation, pet play, other typical BDSM stuff, clone-fucking/selfcest, pool toy/inflatables.

🎞️ Turn-offs: Long-term endosoma, knotting, fat-shame teasing, object transformation, incest/stepcest/fauxcest, blueberry inflation, nulge, monobutt, explicit disposal (mentions are okay), general scat/piss.

[vore-rambles]

Nvmind Im just going to make one post answering everything because my need to ramble is more than my need for direct interaction.

In general, though, what I like and dislike in vore can be summed up very quickly. I like soft, safe, nonsexual, willing vore. Kink stuff makes me really uncomfortable most of the time. I also really don’t like it when one half is puposful and the other is unwilling, and it’s just for fear/control because it feels like they’re forcing themself onto the other which makes me,,,, uncomfy.

🤔 - How did you find out about vore? When I was pretty young. I had been coming up with vore ideas, without knowing people had a word for it, since I was a very little kid, but then I saw this one story in Undertale with a cool-looking plot and this weird word called vore at the end of the summary. I still remember the chills I got when I read it. (Vore, funnily enough, was also the reason I finally got off Fanfiction and onto AO3...) 😋 - Favorite vore method? (Oral, absorption, etc.) Oral, hands down, but I also like a lot of other things that don’t really fit into vore so... Things be getting wild in the club tonight. 📷 - Do you prefer to be the predator, prey, or an observer? Hm. I feel like I lean most towards being the pred, but I love things from all three viewpoints, and I sometimes like to picture myself as prey or, more rarely, observer. 📚 - What types of themes do you enjoy in vore? Are you interested in encounters related to fantasy, science fiction, modern times, or something else?  I love protection vore but without a doubt, my favorite thing about vore is the trust. I love things that explore people trusting each other, and there’s little else that could require so much trust. I really like it when the prey could hurt the pred as well, so it takes a lot of trust on both parts, as well as communication. In terms of setting,,, I really don’t care. Like them all. Have a tendency for modern day just because it’s what I know best, but I really like any setting. 🖌 - How do you prefer to create vore media (if you do)? Do you like to roleplay, draw, write stories, mix vore-related sounds into audio scenarios, or other ways? You mean it’s not just enough to make all vore scenarios as increasingly complex daydreams in my head? 

Writing. Hands down. Only thing I have the focus plus skill to achieve the results my perfectionist self desires.

💻 - How do you consume (pun intended) vore media made by others? I’m... not sure what this means? I like reading most things. Comics and drawings are awesome too. I don’t listening to stuff half the time so I guess... ASMR? I also don’t like second person but that might be because it never seems to kit the tropes I like... 😐 - Any vore tropes you dislike? Well, second person it seems, but also fatal vore, almost all unwilling vore because it feels creepy, kink stuff about 98% of the time, there’s probably more because I’m Picky but I can’t think of it. This list also excludes like... A large amount of the total volume of vore so there is that.

Do you prefer…

🍴 - Soft or hard vore? Soft, but I actually love some hard vore if it’s safe/consensual/doesn’t involve permanent maiming. I only like soft vore a little more if they’re both all those things, but most hard vore,,,, isn’t any of them. ⚠️ - Safe or unsafe vore? Safe. Without question. There’s something I can really enjoy with the fear from a pred when they don’t think they prey is safe, but No Death Please. 🖍 - Realistic or unrealistic/cartoony vore? Realistic, because I can physics/biology nerd, but both are cool. :) 😧 - Willing or unwilling prey? So this can be a little tricky, but almost always willing. There’s a few unwilling prey I like, like when the pred genuinely has to and doesn’t have any other options to protect them... but the prey doesn’t know it’s safe, and the pred can’t explain. If I can’t really believe either of those things though... meh. Not my thing. 😯 - Willing or unwilling preds? Willing, but again a few exceptions. I do like certain times when a pred doesn’t mean to swallow and doesn’t know if it’s safe, because I like that deep, genuine fear with the comfort to me of no real threat. 🌃 - Same size or size difference? Either, both, it’s all cool. Not a fan of inflation kink stuff so I useally read g/t, but for actual vore I just,,, like it all. 🏃‍♂️ - Fast-paced scenes that cut straight to the chase or slow-paced scenes that observe details and/or have buildup? Not??? Sure?? what this means. I think the second one. I did write a vore fic that was 2.5k from tiny in mouth to tiny in stomach, and not much happened there except thinking about the fact that there is now a person in a mouth, and a very painful swallowing.

Your opinion on…

❗️- Digestion Don’t like fatal. 😇 - Reformation Well, it’s not fatal? ☠️ - Fatal vore Bad. 👅 - Mawplay/mouthplay Sure. Don’t really look for it but it’s fun. 🛌 - Endosoma Hnng yes please. 🌀 - Hypnosis in vore No? 🧪 - Transformation in vore Not sure... what this means. ?? 🥰 - Fluff in vore Yes please. 🍜 - Foodplay in vore Makes the clean freak in me freak out, but can actually be fun. 😱 - Fearplay in vore Only as a fun thing that both partys are cool with 🤯 - Turning the tables in vore Again... not sure.... what this means. ? ✏️ - Original characters in vore Sure! 📺 - Canon characters in vore Yes! Also. Who’s saying it’s not my story the vore is happening in?

Characters and Characteristics

📝 - Do you have any original characters specifically for vore? Yes, though I also use them for completely un-related non-vore stories, which would probably be the only way I would actually write them. 😛 - Any fictional character(s) that you imagine as prey? Would you eat them? Um. Yes. But I’m not going to list them. I’ve been in this too long to be willing to cop to all the fandoms I’ve vore-ifyed. If you want to know about a specific fandom I might answer? There’s also only one character I’ve ever pictured for prey as myself, 99% of the time I keep my real self completely out of stories I read. 😳 - Any fictional character(s) that you imagine as preds? Would you let them eat you? See above answer, and like, if I was vored by a fictional character, I’d want it to be that one. 🤤 - What are the characteristics (physical, personality, etc) you enjoy in preds? What do you dislike? N/A, really. 😙 - What are the characteristics (physical, personality, etc) you enjoy in prey? What do you dislike? Again, just N/A

[alexcutecolly]

omg yea the villi would tickle ur right!! omg v.olo trying not to wiggle when he feels us moving around down there & he presses our spot a lil bit x3 uuu it would b fun to feel him squeeze us from outside like an extra hug!! & hed like finding where we are and feeling us move further in too no way we think he forgot us!!

omggg hes silly!! others might beleive it but we know the truth cuz were what his lower belly is rumbling about x3 i think it means we’re liked deep inside there!!

uuu n.aga!v.olo would look so good in the sun!! with his full wrigglily belly! how do you think he first gets the idea to be friends with us & swallow us? cuz yea he’s lonely as a human hed be rly lonely as a big snake guy :C

omg I like that alot!! weve been in his first stomach for a long time already and instead of letting us out those gurgly rumbles only pull us in deeper uuuu and he does a biiig sigh when he moves us in further cuz it feels soo good ❤️ or omg!! even further than the second stomach?? uuuuuuuuu wow he must rly enjoy us!! n.aga!v.olo doesnt want to let us out cuz we make him nice and full and he likes talking to us!! and every time he moves us deeper he gives the bulge we make a massage so we fit more cozy x3 i rly love thinking he keeps us in there for days its rly cute omgomg

i saw that!! did u read the part like “remember me as i am”?? hes so sad and I wanna know what happened to him & hes gonna be ok after the end of this right?? omg i got so scared for him v.olo u cant even see youre cared about poor man

if anything went wrong hed be right there to help!! uu shrunk to ten inches for m.erman!v.olo?? thats a rly cute size cuz hed have to work just a lil to swallow a few times to get us all the way down!! & wed make a smaalll bulge in his tummy outside uuu x3 i rly like this v.olo being playful and pritective of us at the same time!! we can move around a lil bit in his belly but its snug too

we can travel everywhere with him!! he wants to see all the myths in the oceans of the world & were his exploring buddy that hes a little more than friendly with ❤️ omg i hope he doesnt get hurt saving us!! maybe after he swallows us down and gets outta danger we can remind him to take a break & make sure hes okay!! we stay in his belly the entire time cuz he has to know we’ll be safe ofc x3

-v.olo uwu

Oh yes!! They'd tickle both him and us at the same time! x3 also V.olo might actually be quite ticklish if he wiggled so much in the first place! Hehe, in that case concealing our presence would end up being harder than it seemed! x3

Oooh I like the idea of trying to locate us to be a sort of game to him, like a vore version of Where's W.aldo? xD like where he's poking and rubbing his middle to look for small bumps and movements xD he'd definitely have his intestines squeeze a little bit around us too, especially when he finds our specific spot! Hehe x3 this cements the fact that there's no way he's going to forget about us if we're inside, oh dear xD and we're absolutely the reason behind those rumbles lmao, and that's just his digestive system trying to say we're an excellent meal! x3

Omg yeah he'd look so gorgeous!!! ✨ Relaxing in the sun, exposing his fangs as he does a big yawn, his shiny black and gold tail shimmering with the human-shaped bulge wriggling inside xD and I actually have two plot-ideas for a story involving n.aga!v.olo! I'm not normal about him lmao

Both stories would take place in H.isui, the first around the same chronological period as the P.LA events, the second one in modern times:

1)

The classic monster-in-the-forest trope: rumors are spreading about a cruel, unforgiving half man-half snake creature in the H.eartwood, in the O.bsidian F.ieldlands. Everyone in J.ubilife V.illage is terrified by him, wild p.okemon stay clear of his cave.

We're tasked with exploring the area and figuring out if he actually exists and how much of a threat he is. Soon we stumble upon the cavern where he lives, but as we sneak inside we mess up and we alert him of our presence. We really don't want to hurt him, we're almost frozen in place, but before we can flee or summon our p.okemon partner we get caught and eaten safely, so he can get some answers out of us.

Bonding situations ensue once he realizes we're not after his throat and we're actually friendly and nice to have around, especially because he's been feeling lonely for so long and nobody ever dares approaching him. Plus he finds out he likes keeping us in his two stomachs, and beside the initial shock we don't really mind it afterwards xD

However, in the end we discover that K.amado actually knew n.aga!V.olo was real, and he sent us to investigate him just so he could get rid of us. Nobody is happy with this.

2)

A Modern!AU story where n.aga!V.olo is our college roommate/study buddy, and we've been knowing him for so long. We don't know this, but we're actually his only friend. Unfortunately most people on campus are repulsed by him, despite his sweet and cheerful demeanor.

After revising our notes and manuals for hours, we're exhausted and can barely keep our eyes open. That's when V.olo offers to swallow us for the first time, assuring us it's all completely safe. We accept, and take a long nap inside as he keeps studying his own stuff.

He'd massage and stroke the bulge in his tail where we're in, and even play around a bit when he says he's gonna let us out, but instead we're sent deeper inside as everything around us gurgles and rumbles xD we enjoy his company however and we have no errands or places to be then, so we just relax some more and let him take care of us x3

Also I'm very glad we're both such huge fans of long-term endosoma/vore! We'd basically have a field day if n.aga!V.olo pushed us deeper to his small intestine and/or kept us inside for days xD perhaps it'd be a little cramped, but the warmth and the rubs would make it pretty cozy regardless x3 💕

Warning: V.olo in P.okemas spoilers below!

Omgggg yeah that line!!! Omggggg... ;-; ;-; ;-;

"Please remember me as you've seen me during our time together."

It broke me tbh ;-; ;-; like... what do you mean V.olo?? Is he going to do something he knows he'll regret? Or that he's not fully in control of? 😭😭 Or perhaps he can feel he's going to disappear forever, so he wants us to remember him in his happiest moments... ;-; ;-; ;-; if this is true, it's supported by this other line of his:

"It's possible that either you or I could disappear from this world..."

Like jfc 😭😭 our man's perspective of the future and the world aren't too positive ;-; ;-; ;-; and considering his past and low self-worth, he probably sees everything as unchangeable and unfixable ;-; ;-; ;-; oh my gooood!! 😭😭

Omg yeah absolutely!! I picked this size because not only is it very cute, but he'd need a few gulps to send us down, and we'd leave a small bump too, which is super lovely! x3 His belly would feel slightly tighter, but we could still move around, it's pretty good imo! We adore snug stomachs! x3 💕 plus I feel like he'd be the perfect combination of protectiveness and playfulness, which is very fitting for a charming character like him! x3

Oooooh I like this a lot!! I'd love to be his travelling companion on his journeys, and help with his research by exploring ancient sea ruins and more! Btw I also had thought of a giant m.erman!V.olo, with us being of our normal height and him around 42'? This way he could protect us from P.rimal K.yogre for example, or other beeg sea p.okemon! x3 Regardless of his size though, as long as he can get away safely with us in tow, I'm happy and not terribly concerned 🥺 hopefully he doesn't get hurt! Especially if it was us that somehow drew the attention of those sea p.okemon! :(((((

Either way, we'd definitely check up on him after such a tense event, and depending on how he's doing we could either remain inside, or have him bring us out so we can maybe help him heal, or at the very list rub his stomach to make him feel better! 🥺🥺❤️❤️