#vore drabble

[supernormalblogname]

i don't write very much at all so please be niceys to me... vore story about a prey with an awful big crush on an awful big pred. no specific characters. second person perspective, half size, safe & soft. most of it under the cut :]

When you first saw them, it was love at first sight. They were possibly the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, and definitely the tallest - towering over you wasn’t much of a feat, you were always on the shorter side, but this person seemed to tower over everyone, and they had a sharp, guarded expression to match their slightly frightening aura. 

You found yourself watching them from across the space.. And then, the two of you made eye contact, and the beautiful, intimidating stranger gave you a smile, flashing rows of unnaturally razor-sharp teeth. Before you could say anything, a friend of yours unceremoniously pulled you away.

Everyone you talked to about that person gave you an earful - “They’re a man-eating monster!” “They corner people on the street and swallow them whole!” “Don’t even think about getting near them, they’ve eaten everyone who tries to get close to them!” Nobody even seemed to know their name, but everyone had a horror story about their eating habits. You took their advice seriously at first - that sounded so scary! You didn’t want to be eaten alive!

But, even after those warnings, you found you couldn’t get your mind off of their face - their smile. Ahh, crushes were always hard to deal with, but of all the people you could’ve fallen in love with, why did it have to be them…

You started seeing them around more and more. At first it was just coincidence, but eventually you did just a little bit start lingering in places you’d seen them before, and maaaybe you had a rough idea of their schedule, and maaaybe you were sometimes following them. You were in love! Sue you! You made sure to keep a low profile, avoiding getting spotted by them - you hadn’t seen them do any… man-eating activities yet. But with how everyone seemed to be afraid of them, it must have some truth to it, and you didn’t want to get spotted and gobbled up!

The more you saw them, the more you wondered if the whole people-eating thing was just a mean rumor some bullies spread around about them… but at the same time, you also wondered… if it was really true, that they really ate people… what would that feel like.

You had the first burning wonder confirmed just a few days later, when you were stopped in your tracks by an incredibly strange sound coming from the little space between two buildings. You peaked your head in to see the back of the person of your admiration… with… the bottom half of another person sticking out of their mouth.

All you could do was stand there, completely transfixed as they swallowed the person down - a thick, audible Gulp-Gulp-Gulp sound as they disappeared more and more into their throat. Even with their back mostly to you, you could see the moving bulge in their throat where the person was being forced down. You found your face flushing red as they slurped the last of their - living, squirming - meal down with a particularly powerful Gulp- sealing the poor unfortunate person away.

Soon, the person had been deposited in the predator’s stomach - and you could tell, as the predator’s middle bulged and moved, the poor prey squirming, firmly trapped behind walls of flesh and muscle. They placed a hand on their stomach as it let out a loud Groaaan, satisfied.

And then, they turned.

And then, they made eye contact with you. 

And then, they smiled, flashing that mouthful of sharp teeth.

You doubt you’ve ever run faster in your life than you did in that moment. Trying to get as much distance as possible between you and the predator. Oh god oh god oh god, they were totally going to eat you-

That night, you could barely sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, visions from that encounter filled your mind… their powerful throat, their stomach, their smile… the more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t keep lying to yourself anymore.

You… really wanted them to eat you.

Luckily for you, your opportunity came possibly a bit sooner than you were ready for. As only a couple of days later, you were walking by that very alley, too caught up in your thoughts to realise where you were or that there was somebody lingering in the shadows… until you were roughly grabbed and pulled in.

There you found yourself, held harshly by your shoulders by the predator of your dreams. Your eyes stopped at their stomach at first - it was smaller again, empty and growling loudly, demanding to be fed. After a minute you finally pried your eyes away from their middle, and looked up to meet their gaze. They were huge, looking even taller up close, and as you looked at them, they gave you that mesmerizing smile, teeth on full display. Oh my god. Was this really happening?

You expected them to waste no time in gobbling you down - from the stories you’ve heard, they never bother talking to the people they eat. But instead…

“I know you’ve been watching me, little prey…” they say, voice low and growly. Your face is burning, and there’s no way the predator wouldn’t be able to tell - you’d be trying to cover it with your hands, but your arms are pinned to your sides in their harsh grasp.

“I bet you’ve been wondering how it must feel, to be eaten…” they lean in closer, you can feel their hot breath wafting across your face. Your heart feels like it's about to beat right out of your chest. You want to snap back at them, tell them to just get on with it, but you can’t get any words to form. Instead, you whimper kind of embarrassingly. The predator laughs, a deep chuckle that echoes through the space, and then…

They open their mouth wide, and practically shove your head into the damp, warm space. You can feel those sharp teeth resting on your neck, juust lightly enough that they don’t hurt at all, but it certainly dissuades you from trying to struggle, not that you could anyway, as you find yourself completely frozen up - oh my god oh my god, it was really happening.

You feel their tongue sliding across your face, and a low hum escapes from the back of their throat, vibrating the space around you - were they tasting you? Were they enjoying tasting you?

You didn’t have too much time to wonder about it, as you found your head moved forward to touch the back of their throat. And then…

Gulp!

It was all happening too fast for you to process, and yet it felt like the world was going in slow motion. Their throat was immensely tight, strong muscles compressing you on all sides, pushing you down, down, down. With every thick Gulp that reverberated around you, you felt more and more of your body being sucked into their powerful throat, until nothing of you was left outside. And at about the same time, you felt your head get squished into a slightly more open space, the rest of your body quickly following.

As you squirmed around, trying to orient yourself in the cramped, squishy, fleshy, moving space, the situation fully sank in. You were in their stomach. They had just eaten you. You had just been eaten, whole and alive… and… you kind of liked it.

You could feel the predator lean against the wall of the alley, and soon after something pressed into the side of the space - ah, that must be them resting their hand on their stomach from the outside, you never expected you’d be able to feel it from the inside like that. The organ groaaaned and growled around you, you could feel each satisfied rumble vibrate your own body. The predator sighed contentedly.

“You were delicious.” they remarked, and their words made you squeak, feeling almost lightheaded. Ah, it definitely wouldn’t be easy to get over this little crush of yours, but at least for now you were enjoying being held in their stomach, and they seemed to enjoy having you.

[nomstellations]

Your friend wants to eat you. Badly.

It's been like this for a while now- they've been staring at you a lot lately and wanting to be in your company a lot, always asking to hang out and hovering nearby. You can hear their stomach EASILY since they're so close- growling and groaning impatiently. They've taken to wearing thick sweaters to muffle the sound, but no matter how much they've eaten or how many layers they wear, it still insistently growls out for living food. Like you.

They know better than to just gobble you up; you've never been very receptive to the idea from other people and have fought your way out of jaws before. So you'd never let them, surely... But watching them struggle with this was agonizing. They were either going to snap, or starve themselves. It had to stop at some point, and you'd rather your friend not get hurt.

One day you've had it. They've come over for movie night, but their stomach is once again making a racket just from being next to you. You pause the movie to get up and get a snack, and they mumble that they'd like one too... When you come back, you set down your things and turn to your friend. Their curious expression turns to one of shock and surprise as you practically press yourself onto them, feeling the vibrations of their stomach through their hoodie as you grab onto their face.

"I want you to eat me."

[bannanasrus]

Vore Scenario

Powerful Sorceress summons a demon to act as her servant. She does everything perfectly her summoning circle has no mistakes in it, and she expertly summons him. Her only mistake? Well, the demon in question was both very lonely, very clumsy and very gluttonous. Therefore after she summons him he, overjoyed to be summoned after so many years, runs to pledge allegiance to her and trips knocking her out of her circle and onto the floor.

He suddenly notes how delicious she smells and without thinking gobbles her up. She indignantly yells at him yo let her out whilst all he can think about is how much bliss he’s in. As it happens it’s a good thing that he ate her as guards come in to try and kill the sorceress, upon seeing her summoned demon lying on the floor with a bloated belly they turn tail and run!

The sorceress decides she actually will keep on her gluttonous new demon, and perhaps she can get a little bit of love off of him? He was very handsome after all.

[smol-and-trashy]

Dual POV vore thing

Idk it wasn’t Twisted Wonderland related until it kinda became. Imagine whatever smug character you want tbh. The only TWST ref is the character’s name

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He had her.

As her tiny form slipped down his throat, he traced her descent. Following the slight bulge from beneath his chin to the crest of his collarbone.

Reclining in the chair, its front wooden legs hovering as his feet rested on the table for balance, he hummed.

Beyond savoring her taste, the sensation of her plunging deeper into his core was undeniably delicious, delectable.

As she pooled into his gut, her immediate squirms and muffled words were met with casual indifference. He pressed the flat of his fingers to his belly, grinning as a flurry of movement occurred in retaliation.

Sure, he’ll release her eventually, but for now, he was going to have some fun with his little toy.

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Plus a prey POV, let’s name her Yuu lol

The asshole actually swallowed her. As Yuu slid down his throat, she was in a shocked trance. Sure, he was playing around with her, raising her above his open mouth and whatnot but she didn’t think the oaf would actually swallow.

Squeezed down his tight gullet, it felt like the world’s most claustrophobic water slide. Yuu dropped into a more open space, the walls dripped with liquid, constantly moving, and the stale odor of past meals made her irritably kick at the nearest wall.

Unbridled chuckles closed in around her, hurling Yuu across the confined space. Her nails dug into the floor, trying to grasp some semblance of stability as she shook off the dizziness. Nerves grated, anxiety fried — she lashed out, hitting and scratching at the walls. Yuu’s entire body was drenched and sticky, courtesy of the oppressive mugginess of her surroundings.

With her hair clinging to her face, Yuu swore she would make this bastard pay the moment she got out of here.

[fairlyqualityanon]

Digging Your Own (Snow)Grave

You thought the sins of Frisk/Chara/Kris were confined to the game world, that when you closed the window, it all collapsed back into a mess of 0s and 1s. 'Your choices don’t matter,' it said. But what you do online doesn't necessarily stay online. Chara corrupting your game data on Steam isn't the worst outcome from a Genocide route.

5.6k words of reader insert fluffy vore featuring Spam//ton NEO (on whom I now have a massive Switch crush) for 8/8 Vore Day, I had fun with this and I hope you enjoy! (read on AO3)

Masterlist

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You pick up the novelty glasses you’d found in a shop. They were just sitting on a shelf with a ton of other junk, so you had held them against your face while you sent a selfie to your friend.

//Spamton cosplay when? 😛//

It was actually a little weird how much they looked like they’d popped directly out of the game: one lens yellow, one magenta; opaque looking in, nearly transparent looking out.

Only a couple of dollars, so why the heck not?

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You scrunched your eyes, not wanting to wake up. Fumbling for your phone, you squint to see what time it was. No signal. Ugh, had the tower gone out again? The battery was getting pretty low, too, so you sat up with a grumble and opened your eyes.

Um. This didn’t look like your bedroom, or your house at all. Everything was lit by the blue light of a computer screen, as if you were in some cyberpunk dystopia.

You stood up and cracked your knuckles. This was absolutely a dream, so why not make the most of it?

Something was taking up space in your pocket, you noticed, phone not wanting to go all the way in. With your free hand, you rummaged through the mess. What the heck was all this stuff? You started to pull your hand back out, surprised by the window materializing in front of you. It looked not-all-there, kind of like menu options in VR.

'Inventory', it said, listing a fair number of items. Hey, you recognized some of those!

Freeze Ring

> Devilsknife

A small charm in the shape of a colorful scythe, about the size of a keychain ornament, appeared in your hand.

Was this dream based on a video game? Deltarune was an odd choice, if so.

So. Your subconscious based the dream on Chapter 2, Cyber World's Snowgrave route. A first-person visualization of the map was absolutely beautiful, and you wondered from what your mind was drawing to flesh out the dream.

Glancing to your right, you saw a large dumpster, surrounded by bags of printer sheets. You stood on your tiptoes to peek inside it. That weirdo NPC vendor Spamton had abandoned it when you triggered his breaking into the Castle, you remembered; had he left anything behind?

No, just the pillow that showed in the flavor text of any dumpster you checked. At least it was behind a clothing store, otherwise the smell would have been overwhelming. Oh, and some twist of fabric on top of the pillow.

Yoink! Like any good RPG player, you picked up everything Just In Case.

Puppet Scarf was added to your weapons.

Why was it in there, though? It was the reward for defeating Spamton NEO through violence, or else finishing the Snowgrave route, so either the player character or the final boss should have it.

It was a really interesting NPC, everyone scrambling with theories and headcanons; nobody could have guessed ‘battle theme remixes are canon’. The obligatory 'Gaster did it' featured, of course, but you couldn't keep up with all of that.

Maybe you should follow along, staying out of sight in case Berdly hadn't been Frozen yet. You didn't know if you could die here, but you weren't taking that chance. You felt a little chilly, so you wrapped the scarf-weapon around your neck. Much better.

There had been a SAVE point around here somewhere... There! A flickering blue-white four-pointed star. You touched it eagerly, wondering if it would say 'Kris' or else the character name you'd picked before the first chapter.

Blank. Guess you got to pick your own name. As you focused on the menu, it changed to the keyboard screen, a transparent cartoony hand indicating the first character slot, which was empty. The next five, however, were filled.

_ASTER

You tried to move the pointer to the other slots. No luck. Shrugging, you selected the blank space. The hand flew down to point at the letter 'G'.

You sure as hell weren't picking that one. What would happen to you if the game crashed?

Just like the name field, you couldn't move the hand to any other letter.

This was a dream, right? You were already lucid, so why not try to control it? Squinting your eyes at

SELECT

ENTER

you willed a third option into existence

SELECT

ENTER

> delete

... Are you sure?

You nod your head curtly.

'G' disappeared from the keyboard, leaving a darker hole in an already dark background.

Well, you still couldn't change character position, but you needed a first letter. Something nonsensical didn't sound any fun. 'M'? 'E'? 'C'?

'F', you decide, reaching for the symbol.

MISS

"‘Taster’? That's stupid," you scoff as it confirms the name and returns to the SAVE screen.

You followed the trail of recently-living ice sculptures, passing a mini iceberg. You tried to avoid looking at it, feeling guilty for the quasi-Genocide Run.

No one - not even the fearful NPCs - spotted you as you slipped into Queen's Mansion. The door to The Basement was right there, the one with the scratched-out panel.

That rapid teacup ride was annoying, but you descended unscathed even though your thoughts were filled with questions, not just 'how did I get here?' but also ones such as 'what will I find down there?'. In your own save files, you'd had to restart the Pacifist Playthrough a few times in order to SPARE Spamton NEO with a full inventory, because the double-secret dialogue cracked you up.

Able to enter the basement, you weren't certain if the discarded robot had been activated. Kris sealed the Cyber World Fountain immediately upon freezing Spamton NEO, so it couldn't have been defeated and progressed past already. The door was blocked when you entered the Mansion in-game, because Spamton had already taken it over. So where was the antagonist NPC?

You crept through the basement, taking a single step into the end room where the robot was stored, all the way at the very end. You could just barely see it from here.

The Empty Disk wouldn’t be in there, would it? Snowgrave didn’t have that quest; your character never formally met him since you indirectly helped by clearing the way. You wanted it, though, if you could still turn it into the Loaded Disk and then definitively bring both bosses with you to the next chapters.

A sapient - or sentient, at the very least - floppy disk? Lancer's flavor text was funny enough, but the glitchy NPC's dialogue was completely novel. Toby Fox had really outdone himself, using Chapter One to trick you and other players into thinking choices at best only altered a few lines. Jevil was completely optional and gave one piece of equipment; Spamton NEO was optional normally but also the final boss of Deltarune's 'Genocide Route' equivalent.

Adjusting the Puppet Scarf around your neck, you reached into the cavity of the machine and fished out the glasses.

DEALMAKER was added to your wea

Was added to your

added to y

[ERROR]

404 [STYLE] Not Found

"What the [BEEP] was that?" you muttered. Starting to fold the earpieces together, you paused and - on a whim - decided to put them on. Maybe it would wake you up, a sort of double negative?

Hmm. Nope. You bet you looked stylish as hell, though. Time to go find a mirror!

You were wondering if you could hack somehow the Mannequin into your inventory, get the full set of secret-second-boss-themed equip. Those Addisons didn't have full-on shops the way Gerson, Burgerpants, Seam, or Roulx did, so you couldn't simply collision box glitch your way in. Were they one of the enemies you froze while grinding to get Spamton's Thorn Ring? Eh, you'll check on your way back out.

The background music was really starting to set you on edge, though. The Basement was inaccessible during Snowgrave after you'd hit enough internal flags. But the Genocide Route music - Flowey’s slowed theme - featured. It was spooky, making you feel like you were being watched. All the NPCs were either hiding, locked up, or deadfrozen.

A low rumble shook the room and you wobbled for a moment, arms flailing. Was that Giga Queen? You didn't actually fight her in Snowgrave, though. The Spamton NEO fight? That happened outside the mansion. Better hurry and get out of here.

You heard the rumble again, but this time the floor remained steady. Turning around, you called out - perhaps foolishly - "Who's there?"

Something scraped against the far wall, a metal-on-metal sound that threw off a shower of sparks not quite bright enough for you to see what had made it.

Backing up slowly, you panned your gaze back and forth in the gloom. This was quickly going from 'quirky dream' to 'outright nightmare'.

You caught a blur of motion and tilted your head up and up, and up even more, your eyes adjusted to the dark enough to trace the outline of the towering figure seeming to coalesce from the shadows, two large circles flaring with the illumination of a non-existent sun.

Oh bleep, you think to yourself, automatically self-censoring. The Spamton NPC had been smaller than all four of your controllable party characters, and those were schoolchildren. The abandoned robot was roughly Queen’s height, and the optional boss Spamton NEO had been between two and three times Kris’ height.

But this? This thing? It was colossal, and almost bulky compared to its vibrant buggy Slenderman aesthetic in-game.

You finger the Devilsknife in your pocket before firmly grabbing its handle and swinging it out in front of yourself in a defensive stance. You realize it’s the same battle posture as the Kris character, though Susie was the only one you could equip the bonus boss’ item to. You were glad you’d taken the violence option in Chapter 1, originally because it blatantly implied you were bringing said boss along with you, but now because it gave you a sharp object to cut the wires of this boss.

As you did so, your surroundings spun away, replaced by the arcade style background of the Battle screen. The dissonant notes of 'Deal Gone Wrong' played under the echoes of Spamton NEO's battle intro.

"HOLY [Cungadero] DO I FEEL GOOD. ...HERE I AM!! [Player #1]!! IT'S TIME FOR A LITTLE [Specil Tour]!!"

Was that his normal dialogue? It sounded familiar, but you didn't think it was strictly accurate. Time to put your Mad Gamer Skilz to use; hopefully those translated over to the dream.

In your playthrough, the videogame boss had a set animation pattern, only 'looking' in a direction based on its attack. Even when firing off various projectiles, its head and gun arm always pointed in the exact same position per cycle.

But the very real creature - person? machine? - shooting very real bullets at you was tracking your every movement. Though you strafed and jumped - something the top-down 2D game definitely didn't allow for - Spamton NEO followed you with no delay. Freaky.

Your arms were so sore, completely unused to the weight of such a heavy scythe. It giggled uncannily as you whipped it through the air, fortunately encountering no resistance, but your hands were covered in sweat and struggling to keep your grip on the handle. The impact of the Pipis fragments - whatever the blue bouncing eggs were supposed to be - wasn’t doing you any favors either.

And then it happened. Lungs burning, you swiped at a Pipis you were too tired to dodge, whiffing entirely. Rather than colliding in a burst of pain and depleting HP, it exploded on contact into a tangle of wires just like the ones holding the machine up, though yours were blue instead of green.

"TIED [down] TO A [loan] YOU CAN’T REPAY? [Die now] AND SEE IF YOU QUALIFY FOR [forgiveness]."

The cartoon heart beating in front of your chest dimmed - no, was changing color - and you felt a surge of emotion. Was this the Determination mechanic from the first game? A green light flashed in your vision, accompanied by the beep of health restoration.

"THERE'S A NEW [palette] TO YOUR [facial glow]... GETTING YOUR SECOND WIND, [Player 1]?"

There it was again. The boss was supposed to address your character as ‘Kris’, except for when ‘you whispered Noelle’s name’. No such thing as ‘reading too much into it’ here: too vivid to be a dream, too much pain to be a hallucination.

With each pulse, the orange heart became darker and darker until it glowed green. That wasn’t a feature in this game, unless it would be a mechanic in the upcoming chapters: kindness and shield mode. You didn't have a shield from Kris' DEFEND action, nor the Spear Of Justice from the Undertale fight with Undyne.

"THIS [final boss] HAS A [limited time only specil] JUST FOR YOU!"

"Shut up! Shut up!" you yelled, "Your voice lines are even more annoying than that other secret boss, how do I skip your dialogue!?"

Your wires tightened, lifting you into the air until you were dangling at a level to look Spamton NEO in the eyes from across the battlefield. The words

(Wrong choice...?)

floated before you. According to the wiki, Spamton and Jevil were rivals, so you probably touched a nerve.

"NOW IS THAT ANY WAY TO TALK TO [your old pal] SPAMTON? AFTER HE’S [offering] YOU SUCH A SWEET SWEET [meal]?"

Wait what. This sounded sketchy as frick. "You’re just a computer program, what kind of ‘deal’ could you offer me, a real person?"

Bitcrushed yet cacophonous laughter echoed and you winced, unable to reach your ears to cover them. You couldn’t look away from the grotesque mouth gaping in a maniacal cackle, stretching almost up to the glowing bichromatic lenses. They gleamed in turn, like when you were playing Undertale’s Neutral Route and had to fight Asgore, and you prepared to dodge... however that would happen without Muffet’s webs to hop and your SOUL green instead of purple.

"AN UNFORGETTABLE [never] IN A LIFETIME DEAL."

"What if I don’t like the sound of your deal?" You were blushing; you knew what you’d heard, as much as you'd like to pretend you didn't.

"ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO TURN DOWN THE CHANCE OF A [very specil tour]?"

You mentally cursed your heated cheeks, probably as bright now as the hue of a Determined SOUL. You were pretty well cornered, with so few options. Right on cue, an ACT prompt materialized.

CONCEDE

DENY

Good thing the menu screens didn’t require your physical body for interaction. How could you lie? The truth was evident.

> CONCEDE

DENY

"But I used Incognito Mode!" You protest. The exact outcomes of dialogue selections were difficult to predict, but you weren’t going to complain about this one.

"HA HA HA. YOU THOUGHT YOUR USING [the Google Bing] WAS [blockchain encrypted]!?"

The rooms in Queen's castle were supposedly personalized based on the various NPC's web searches in Hometown, giving you clues into their backstories, but how would your real world searches be scraped? The original file name of Deltarune Chapter 1 seemed to mock scam programs, but it couldn't really be a Trojan or something.

It didn't make sense. Actually, it made total sense but should have been impossible.

"Well... Yeah," you admitted, adding suspiciously, "I want to know more about this deal of yours: what are you demanding in return?" Acting interested at first was how you SPAREd him in the Normal Route, so it couldn't hurt to hear him out as your HP blipped back to full.

The noises of the Basement returned in a deafening rush and Spamton's wires - no, yours... No, both of yours - dragged you closer together, battle screen below you vanishing as well.

"I mean, this is a video game; you're a boss NPC and I'm not a character at all!" What did it want from you? What could it possibly want?

His ever-present grin turned sharklike, sensing a captive potential customer as certainly as smelling blood in the water.

"[Player 1]! I WANT. THAT SHINING SOUL. YOU HAVE. THE [determination] OF A PERSON [level grinding] TO REACH THE HIGH [leaderboard]."

Yeah, no. Not happening. You didn't fancy dying in a dream, even one as weird as this. "No. Absolutely not. You can't have it. I kinda need this to, you know, live?" You dipped your head to indicate the vulnerable green SOUL.

His wings arched forward, as if reaching out to you. They cast twin shadows over the whole room, but stopped just before crossing the halfway point.

"WHEN I'M OFFERING YOU A [free cruise] FOR [hot singles in your area]?"

You just narrowed your eyes, remaining silent.

Spamton NEO shook his head reproachfully. "I KNOW I CAN'T [alt-tab] MY WAY OUT OF [the most dangerous game] BUT WITH YOUR [no background check required] [cheap rental] SOUL POWER I CAN STILL. BE BIG. SO VERY VERY BIG. SEE PAST THE DARK."

He knew it was a videogame, that you were a real person and he just a program. What sort of implications did that have for Deepest Lore? It seemed Spamton just wanted control over the game itself, unlike Chara, who wanted both the game and reality. You could live with this on your conscience. Hopefully it wouldn’t ruin the SAVE files of whoever’s computer this was.

"THIS OFFER IS [for a limited time only] UNTIL YOU [ctrl-alt-del] BACK TO [aren't you tired of working a boring 9-to-5 desk job?]!"

"So... Temporarily? I'll still own my SOUL. And not die?"

Silence. Just for a moment. And then he bowed, one hand behind his back and the other extended in the classic 'let's shake on it' deal stance.

Your vines descended, unraveling and falling to the ground in loops at your feet.

What had that stuffed cat NPC said after you beat Jevil? "He started saying bizarre things that didn't completely make sense - But didn't completely not make sense, either."

Time froze again, even the flicker of the nearby Dark Fountain reflected on Spamton NEO's massive teeth. You glanced at the small menu in front of you.

AGREE

REFUSE

You hovered your ghostly disembodied finger over the damning words before drawing in a nervous breath and firmly pushing

> AGREE

REFUSE

Your arm stretched out - almost without thinking - placing your right hand in the robotic puppet's. It was so small by comparison, your entire hand barely covering even one of his fingertips.

Spamton's too-broad grin widened - somehow - even further, carefully pinching your hand between thumb and a single index finger, giving it the tiniest shake.

You smiled hesitantly, emboldened by the gentle contact and what appeared to be a warm cast to the glowing lenses. That smarmy stereotypical 'used car salesman' expression was so hard to read; you had to make wild guesses from his posture and the area around Spamton's glasses. He didn’t seem the slightest bit hostile anymore, and Mercy +100% had flashed the moment you picked to agree to his deal, so you felt you could trust it.

Facial expression unchanging, he released his hold on your hand and, barely a second later, lunged forward with his own, wrapping all three fingers around you in a firm grip. You couldn’t tell if Spamton NEO stood back up or if it was the wires tugging him upright; searching for the answer was rather low on your list of priorities right now. Instead, you were hyper aware of just how high up you’d been snatched, and that you were staring directly into the eyes of a giant who’d just agreed to EAT you.

Struggling wouldn’t do you the least bit of good; while you would certainly survive a fall from that height, you couldn’t possibly limp away fast enough. You were pretty sure your SOUL was still green, anyway.

The boss seemed content to study you placidly, and you swallowed nervously, hoping the hammering of your heart wasn’t too obvious. It gave you a better view as well.

The Saw-like red dots on his cheeks from the original body were gone, leaving a uniformly shiny bone-white surface. Spamton NEO’s plating and wings, on the other hand, were incredibly garish, but also weirdly pleasant to look at; the tiny animated figure on your computer screen simply did not do the character justice.

You could faintly see a pair of thick carats on his face behind the glasses. Hadn't the Addison shopkeepers mentioned he'd been one of them, 'just a little unlucky'? That was certainly support for the theory. You also thought you could see your reflections twinned in pink and orange staring back apprehensively, you were so close to his face.

Even if it wasn't a dream or hallucination, nobody in the real world would know about this. It's not like you'd ever had a vore dream, so you didn't want to look this gift horse in the mouth. Though, you were looking him in the mouth, worried about just what lay behind those gleaming teeth. How would this even work?

Uneasy didn't even begin to describe your emotional state right now; all the vore scenarios you'd read and seen heavily featured trust, something untenable at the moment. You had to fight against the very human response that was cringing in fear, failing entirely when Spamton NEO opened his mouth. Was this the Money Vacuum attack? It looked like you’d been betrayed!

Except... You didn’t hear battle music, not a single one of the many themes. Instead, you were popped unceremoniously into his mouth the way a person might toss back a TicTac, or perhaps a breath mint.

You lifted your head to watch the shrinking window of light, vanishing fully with the creaking slam of a garage door. No backing out now; the deal had been sealed behind you as surely as his teeth.

Everything was dark. So, so dark. The Battle Menu had been the only light source besides Cyber World's Dark Fountain, and now you had neither of those. You didn't really want to move around, what if you fell? The texture you were on was too smooth to be fabric, but had too much give to be metal. What else could there be in the robot body?

You started to stand up, deciding that maybe exploring was a good idea after all, when something large knocked into you, causing you to fall back over again. Pushing yourself awkwardly to your knees, the whatever-it-was bumped you again, far more cautiously this time.

Huh. The robot had a tongue. Not too far fetched of an idea, you thought. It gently pressed against your side, almost like an affectionate dog, if dogs were slightly damp and had the faint odor of ozone.

Deals go both ways... 

You obligingly leaned on it, gradually transferring all of your weight. Apparently taking that as permission, it slicked up your arm, halting just below your head.

If this thing - you really needed to be fairer and treat it like a person, as a ‘he’ and not an ‘it’, since the NPC seemed to be fully sapient - knew about your frequently-cleared search history, then he would also know you didn’t like the harsher and more violent types of vore.

A professional salesman might make underhanded deals, but it would be a poor salesman indeed who failed to deliver on those shady promises.

It felt weird to think of yourself as ‘tasty’, but that was clearly Spamton’s opinion, tongue insistently scooting you to the smooth inside of his weird teeth and starting to cover you all over with whatever its equivalent of saliva was. Maybe your hitting the wrong letter on the SAVE screen was some sort of Freudian slip, or the game giving you a sly nudge and a knowing wink.

The average - the sane and normal - person would consider this to be a living nightmare, but you? You were loving this. You let out a contented sigh and finally allowed yourself to fully relax. The warmth and steady pressure was doing wonders for your acquired aches and pains.

Aches and pains that Spamton NEO had caused, beating the absolute crap out of you in your battle.

Were you the equivalent of a boss encounter, one where you needed to FIGHT to lower the enemy's willpower? You certainly never would have admitted to this otherwise...

He absolutely owed you a massage for that. Not really the best start to a business relationship, now was it?

His jaw creaked open just enough for you to see back out through it. When had he traveled to the Dark Fountain? Eh, didn't really matter.

You were tipped very deliberately over the row of teeth, tucked safely down in the confines of Spamton's cheek pocket.

"AND NOW. [Player 1]. WITNESS THE [alternating current] OF SPAMTON [NEO] EX."

'Ex'? You hoped you weren't about to be in the middle of an explosion.

You waited expectantly, practically seeing the

(* . . . )

scroll in the text box.

"MY [power level], IT’S STILL NOT [over 9000]!"

The words were pretty well garbled - he was clearly trying very hard not to hurt you - but they were laden with helpless anger. You actually felt bad for Spamton; seemed a real person was insufficient, or perhaps incompatible with the wherever-you-were. In the game’s Normal Route, he hadn’t attacked your party until noticing he was still trapped by the computer cables masquerading as puppet strings.

The crackle of TV static failed to mask what was clearly a wail of utter despair.

At a loss for what to do, you wriggle one arm free and pat the cheek surface. Hopefully he could feel it, your attempt to offer some measure of comfort. You’d tried. You’d really really tried, and even wanted him to succeed.

A knot twisted in your stomach; you’d never felt such strong emotion towards a simple videogame character. Susie’s words to Kris in the beginning of Chapter 1 when the game wouldn’t let you pick a dialogue option echoed in your mind - ‘Your choices don’t matter.’ Seemed that had been directed at you and the other players after all, not the in-game character Kris. All you’d done was give him false hope.

"FINE." Sure didn't sound 'fine' to you. "FIREWALL ACTIVE. ALL [sales] FINAL. [Frequent flier miles] NOT ELIGIBLE FOR REFUND." Intensely frustrated, but not angry. Or at least, not angry at you, fortunately.

Working his jaw awkwardly, he fished you back out and swished his tongue over you one last time before propelling you to the rear of his mouth. You’d have been fibbing if you’d said this next part didn’t make you even more nervous.

You were over the edge before you knew it, unable to so much as yelp in shock as your entire world collapsed into a tiny cylinder.

Tight. So tight that you could barely draw in even a half breath. The 'gulp' of a swallow sounded more like a 'click' followed by the 'whirr' of whatever was squeezing you down his throat. Despite trying to take shallow breaths, you felt dizzy. Or was that just the blood rushing to your head?

You almost didn't notice when you'd left his throat, since the stomach-analogue was similarly lacking in space. The only real clue was the cessation of dispassionate swallows.

Once you were fully inside the thankfully-much-drier chamber you heard what sounded like a semi truck's air brakes. Was that a sigh?

Even though your end of the deal was just loaning the Power of Determination found in human SOULs - or rather, attempting to - you were still kind of glad Spamton had enjoyed eating you. After all, your favorite scenarios involved the predator character being just as pleased as its prey, a mutual satisfaction. ‘Vore as a comfort mechanism’, the meme went. Even if he didn't get the resultant power he’d wanted, at least he’d scored a delicious ‘snack’ out of it.

You realized you were blushing again; seems you really were ‘vore trash’. You knew you’d be hyper-critical of every piece of vore media you found from here on out. tHaT's NoT hOw It WoRkS, you thought with a grin.

Resting your head on the pebbled-but-yielding material, you realized that neither of you had so much as mentioned duration. Not that you minded being in-

Um... Where exactly were you?

How long had it taken him to swallow you? It felt like forever, but couldn’t have been all that long; the robotic neck hadn’t looked nearly so thin from the outside.

If it was indeed Mettaton had drafted this body with Swatch - probably in Paint, going from how tastelessly the color scheme clashed - then you have serious questions about that NPC; what exactly was a depressed ghost that wanted to be an attractive robot thinking, making something like this!?

You took in a breath of air that tasted alarmingly like fried circuits, ready to ask just how long Spamton planned on holding you, and if he knew how to get you back to your world, then a pleasant breeze tousled your hair. Oh good, no worrying about oxygen; you would neither suffocate nor asphyxiate.

Totally safe, the only enemy with higher HP than his NEO form was the Giga Queen, and he could boost his Defense to an insane level at the end of a Snowgrave Route, so all you had to worry about was if Spamton experienced the coding glitch equivalent of a psychotic break and tried hurting you.

Now, if only you had the room to stretch out...

"[Dial up] CONNECTION ESTABLISHED." Wow, now that sound was a blast from the past.

The walls around you suddenly crackled with static, some remaining black - their cathode tubes probably burnt out - while most displayed the old test card bars, like pixels, countless miniature TV screens forming the surface of his stomach.

All but a couple, comprising two circles - just a few feet in diameter - directly in front of you shut off. They looked like his glasses... Could he see in here!?

The circles swept up and around, back and then down, evidently focusing on you.

"It seems I'm too broke[n] to [afford] a spacious [apartment]."

There it was, the semi-lucidity after a battle’s end. Chapter 2 had the most minor of Easter eggs regarding Tasque Manager and Jevil, so it was highly unlikely you or any other player would learn what had twisted either secret boss’ mind.

"You don’t hear me complaining." You curled up, managing to twist yourself the other way so you were reclining rather than laying down at an angle. "It’s pretty nice in here." ‘And you handed me my ass in battle,’ you decided against saying.

"[Some assembly required.]" A dry critique.

"Hey, um..." You watched as several screens dimmed to static and back to dull coloration, Spamton apparently struggling to get his new body's glitches under control. "I'm really... I'm sorry."

The yellow oval moved upward a few inches while the magenta one stayed put. You thought that was like raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't deliver on my promise. You gave me everything I asked for, but you couldn't use SOUL power at all. Even if that wasn't going back on the deal, I'm still sorry."

Everything went dark again and you startled, not sure if you were concerned more for yourself, or for Spamton. But the screens came back to life right away... was that a blink?

"I WAS NEVER IN IT FOR THE POWER. FOR THE [Kromer]. FREEDOM. THE FREEDOM TO MAKE MY OWN [download now!]. MY OWN CHOICES. AND. I FOUND ANOTHER SATISFIED [customer]!"

You chuckled. "Me? Or you?"

There was that annoying laugh again. "A SUCCESSFUL [meal]."

Yep. He meant himself. You didn’t mind in the slightest; in fact, you were probably more happy even than you were embarrassed.

You reached out your hand, as filled with the Power that was surely Determination as you had been when making your 'Taster' SAVE file, and tapped the space between the colored ovals. "I don’t know where ‘here’ is in relation to the real world, if it’s an instance on someone’s computer or what, or whose computer that would be, but just in case... I’ll make sure to send Kris by."

What if you played a new Snowgrave route, but stopped at the final SAVE point before fighting Spamton NEO, pulled that save file and move it to a secure position on your computer in an entirely different folder? That would be as close as you could get, in reality, to fulfilling the NPC’s quest. Hopefully you’d remember when you woke up from this really-not-half-bad dream.

"I WON'T FORCE YOU. I CAN'T. I CAN'T FORCE YOU. BUT. A VALUED [customer] MAKING A [comeback tour]? MY [clearance special] WILL HAVE A [membership card] ONLY ON [layaway]."

"Got it. I’ll keep that in mind." This was all so stupidly bizarre, you wanted to blow up a friend’s phone with DM notifications, but would they honestly believe you’d had such a strange and vivid dream? Far too good to be true, so it definitely had to be a dream. 

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You blinked your eyes out of sync. Had you fallen asleep? If so, that was one [Holy Cungadero] hell of a dream. Super weird, too, though the details were fading quickly.

You sat up and yawned, stretching your arms over your head. You were so sore; napping at your desk hadn't done your back any favors.

Hang on, what was that in your hand? Oh, just those silly thrift store glasses.

... Did they always have that paper price tag on it? Fastened with instrument - looked like guitar - strings? There was writing on it, too.

//THANK YOU, VALUED [Taste Tester]! YOUR FREE TRIAL HAS [frozen]. Please purchase a subscription in order to [Reload] for the low low price of [$19.97] per month!//

... You are never going to toss these.

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A/N:

I headcanon that the stomach in Spamton's NEO form is actually up in his chest cavity, and the yellow triangle is a screen that displays the SOUL of any Lightner prey.

“the Google Bing” physically hurt me to type out

(G)ASTER was originally just going to be a jab at Theorists, but it wound up being significant

The dialogue - especially Spamton’s - is not up to my usual exacting standards, but I think it’s good enough for this little project.

'>delete' and '...Are you sure?'/'(Wrong choice...?)'/'(* . . . )' were supposed to be two different fonts separate from the main font

If you enjoyed, please feel free to give me a little feedback (and/or AO3 kudos), it really helps with my motivation.

[sinfulforrest]

Full of many thoughts tonight...I wanna make a yandere oc that's essentially a building-like entity that wants you and will do anything to keep you within it...the structure of it is fleshy and full of gore, but uncanny blends of normal arcitrcture seamlessly meld into the living tissue to make a strange hellscape that you can't escape from.

It creates an 'ideal' human form to take in order to interact with you, to take care of you, to love and nurture you and your fragile human body. This shell can't leave from the depths of whatever the hell you're trapped in as it gets too weak away from its body otherwise, so it goes above and beyond with keeping you under its surveillance and care.

It'd feed you prey that it drags in, or pieces of its own flesh that the shell lovingly carves away from the walls with tears in its eyes, smiling unnaturally as it forces the raw flesh into your mouth. Loving you is so painful, but in a beautiful way; it doesn't know how to put the feeling into words yet, but it hopes that one day it can explain it to you.

It loves being able to surround you completely and nurture you within it, often times using its shell to force place you within a fleshy patch so it can wrap its slick tendrils around you and spend some quality time with you...the more you struggle and thrash against its love, the more that you sink into the suffocating flesh and the tighter its tentacles secure you into your rightful place. You will rest and lay with it.

The shell often becomes unstable, not being able to hold a human form for a little while as it experiences intense emotions towards you, being reduced to a shambling mess of flesh and bone that constantly reaches for you with malformed, sinewy limbs whilst it constantly whispers your name over, and over. Even when you cover your ears, its voice penetrates your thoughts and chips away at your sanity over time, becoming more relaxing and soothing as it whispers its never-ending confessions of love to your very soul.

(More Home posts can be found on its masterlist!)

[fiftyshadesofmetal]

Sleepy noms

Cute little thingy I did, with a little drabble I cooked up below :)

I'll be back to my more degenerate work soon enough, but I think a nice sweet one was needed for my own sanity with life

***

"Sideswipe?" Sam called out, standing on the floor of the red mechs berthroom. Their gaze was locked onto him, and Sideswipe could barely see the little human over the edge of his berth.

He groaned and pushed himself upright, blearily shuttering his optics as he stared right back down at them.

"Mm, wassup?" Sideswipe mumbled out, tiredly reaching down and offering his hand as a unspoken invitation up.

He had a feeling he knew what Sam wanted.

"Can I chill with you?" They ask hesitantly, scrambling onto the offered hand swiftly as Sideswipe gently lifts them up and disposited the human down onto his chest paneling with a thunk.

Propped up on his elbows, Sideswipe takes in Sam for a moment as they sit on his chest. "Inside?" He says wearily.

It had been a long day, and he really just wanted to get some recharge in. But he was a good friend, and Primus knew how much Sam liked sleeping in his tank- he wouldn't deprive them of that pleasure because he didn't want to take the five seconds needed to get them down.

Sam nods, a smile gracing their face, and Sideswipe notes the eyebags under their eyes; Which were now visible with how close they were.

Aww, slaggit, he wasn't sparkless. And maybe his tank was a little hungry too as it let out a gurgle. Sam snickered at that.

"Yeah yeah, c'mere then," The Lamborghini relented, lifting them by the scruff of their shirt. A small noise of surprise left the human but he ignored it, more taken over by the sudden urge to yawn.

It was one of the many human mannerisms that the mech's had taken from humans and sideswipe would be lying if he didn't admit it was a good way to express exhaustion.

Dentae flash as he just keeps his mouth opens and lowers Sam in.

Within seconds the human has vanished past his derma and was sliding down his intake. Sideswipe let out a content sigh as he curls himself up on the berth again and throws a blanket over himself.

A fullness could be felt in his tanks as Sam slipped in, and his engine lets out a soothing purr to his passenger as one of his servo's goes to rest against his abdominal plating.

It was comforting to feel the human shifting within, their breath deepening as Sam fell asleep.

Sideswipe curled himself a little tighter around his middle and let recharge drag his processor to sleep as well.

[sober-stupid-shithead]

second stomach vore trope how I love you. personally I think the idea of being mixed in with mushy food is so disgusting (no hate if you like it) and so it's unbelievably relieving to simply go "nuh uh" and make a scenario without that possibility. I also am not a fan of full tour or any digestion, so knowing I would be tucked away safely from any dangerous parts of the bodily ecosystem is nice. secondary storage tummies ftw

[gingersnapsgeneralstore]

Pred rolling over on their phone in their sleep, alarm goes off, loud as fuck to the prey and nearly inaudible to pred

"WAKE UP" Slamming their fist against the stomach wall

"Zzzzzz"

"MOTHERFUCKER"

[supernormalblogname]

hehehe hi... sequel / retelling of this little story but from the pred's perspective this time. pred has a sweet little crush on a sweet little prey. once again not specific characters, second person perspective, halfsize, safe & soft

You were a Predator. Eating people was just what you did. And most people knew this. Nobody really talked to you, but everyone knew you. But even being infamous, you got a steady stream of new prey in the form of people who hadn’t been warned yet, people who didn’t look where they were going, people who couldn’t run fast enough…

You never really cared much for other people as people, you barely remembered the faces of the people you ate, and you’d certainly never had a “crush” before. But well, that was until you saw them.

You caught them staring at you from across the way. They were small, and they had this sort of dumb, silly look on their face, surprised, and blushing? Ah, they were… really cute. Without really thinking about it, you gave them a smile, and watched their eyes widen just before another person yanked them away. Sad, they could’ve made a good next meal.

You found yourself thinking about them a lot since then, more than you had ever thought about prey before. Something about their cute little face stuck in your mind. You started noticing them around. At first, it was just coincidental, but eventually it started feeling like they were purposefully showing up in all the same places you were… ah, whatever, they could do what they wanted, it was their fault if you got hungry. And you were far from upset about getting to see them again. 

But, the more you saw them, the more the thought lingered in your mind… you really wanted to eat them. To taste them. To feel them filling out your stomach. It was a different kind of hunger than the one you were so used to. A hunger that made other meals feel unfulfilling. That made a stomach full of someone else feel emptier than ever, because it wasn’t them in there.

As the little prey kept showing up, following you around, you found yourself often in situations where you could totally just grab them and eat them right there. But instead, you hesitated, missing chance after chance. You were… worried, about coming on too strong? - but, why? You never cared about the feelings of your prey! You were a predator! Seriously, what had gotten into you…

One day, you were standing in an alley you often lingered in to hunt, gulping the last of your latest catch down, when you felt a presence behind you. Despite being known as a predator, you didn’t like to be caught actually eating, but you had been eating way more recently trying to suppress this new, insatiable hunger, that you had gotten a little bit sloppy.

Stomach full and squirming, you turned around to meet the eyes of your uninvited audience, only to see

The person of your admiration, looking at you with another dumb, silly, cute expression, eyes wide, and face bright red.

Without even thinking, you gave them a smile.

And watched them bolt away as fast as their little legs could.

It was very cute, but it made you a little bit sad. Your hunger for them was only getting worse, but after seeing that, you doubted they would hang around you much longer… you needed to take your chance the next time you saw them. You needed them inside you, no matter what you had to do.

Thankfully, your chance came only a few days later. You lingered in that same alleyway, thinking about grabbing someone off the street to fill your hungry stomach. When - as if there was some sort of predator god above shining its grace down on you - the very prey you were hoping from walked by.

You wasted no time in striking, grabbing them harshly and pulling them into the shadows of the alleyway. They didn’t struggle much, instead, freezing up in your grip. At first, they stared at your stomach, as it growled. They have no idea, you think, how much its been growling for them, specifically. Finally, your prey looks up, and meets your eyes, with that dumb, silly, cute expression. You gave them a smile, and their eyes widened. You can feel your heart beat faster in excitement. You’ve never felt this about a prey before…

You weren’t good with words, and you never talked to your prey, but you just had to say something to this one…

“I know you’ve been watching me, little prey…” you say, voice low and growly, admittedly, it's a little bit out of use. You watch their face turn redder, and they squirm just a little bit in your grasp. They’re so cute.

“I bet you’ve been wondering how it must feel, to be eaten…” you lean in a little closer. They seem to try to say something, but instead they let out a tiny squeak. You can’t help but laugh a little bit, They’re so cute, they’re so cute. Ah, you can’t take it anymore, you need them inside you.

And so, you open your mouth wide, and in goes their head. You don’t often spend time tasting prey but, oh my god, they taste better than you could’ve imagined. You slide your tongue across their face, and a satisfied hum escapes your throat.

But, despite how good they taste, you can’t wait any longer, and so you bring their head to the back of your throat, and…

Gulp!

You swallow them down ravenously, in strong, thick gulps, feeling them squished down, down, down by your throat muscles. They barely struggle, which just makes it easier to send them down to where they belong. They’re so easy to swallow, and it all feels so right. It's like they were made to be eaten by you… or maybe, you were made to eat them?

Despite them being on the small side, once they’re finally in your stomach, you feel fuller and more satisfied than you have in ages. You lean against the wall of the alley as you feel your prey squirm around inside you. You place a hand on your full stomach, feeling them move around underneath your touch, as your stomach growls and groaaans, satisfied.

“You were delicious.” you say to them, and you just barely hear their squeak in response - ahh, they were so, so, so cute… you really weren’t familiar with “crushes” and “falling in love,” but for now, you had the object of your affection firmly sealed away in your stomach, and that was a start.

[nomstellations]

"Aren't you excited? After this you're going to be a real predator like the rest of us!"

I look down at your trembling form, curled up in my palm. I'm not too sure where they found you, but I'm sorry that you were found at all. I never asked to be a part of this, but being born into a family of people-eaters isn't something anyone asks for. I have no interest in eating anyone alive, but traditions are traditions...and I worry that if I don't, someone else will definitely hurt you. The expectant, excited looks on everyone's faces are mirrored by my reluctant expression, and I study you again. I'll try to make this quick.

When I lift you up to my mouth, you don't make a sound. Even when my warm breath washes over you and you touch my tongue, you don't kick or cry out. Have you already accepted your fate as my food? I nearly choke on you when I swallow- you're so small, yet you're bigger than anything I've ever eaten. Cheers and applause ring out from my peers, but I can only focus on how strange it is to have something living sliding down my throat. It feels good, which makes a pang of guilt stir up within me. I was made for this, but I don't like it.

I can feel you slide into my stomach, still shaking out of fear. My peers congratulate me, but all of my attention is on you. I couldn't apologize then, but when I am left alone I will free you. Neither of us asked for this, and I can only hope you'll forgive me.

[tummyxtimeout]

I want to eat him.

I want his needy little whimpers to melt into desperate pleas for our teeth, our tongue. I want to pin him down and lather him up and swallow him whole, massage aaaaall his little aches and pains with my attentive internal walls, keep him warm and cradled where nobody else can see him or hurt him… oughhh my goddd I need to fucking eat him for his sake, cmere darlinggg 💖💖

[bannanasrus]

Slightly insane prey

Prey that’s just a bit too in to being eaten,

Prey that is so so desperate to get eaten that they make the Pred worry about their sanity

Prey that is more than willing, they are deserpate to be eaten and digested

Prey that practically worships the soft fat they’ve added to their Pred

Prey that chases after a Pred in a reverse cat and mouse desperate to be eaten

Prey that is just a lil bit off kilter

Prey that protects their Pred from other prey, after all their Pred is theirs

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

It starts with the teeth.

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

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

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

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

[sinfulforrest]

some Home thoughts because I'm feeling for that weird fleshball!! Some are fluffy, some are more smutty.

More Home writing can be found here :3

SFW

♡ Home loves being very close to you, and is surprisingly handsy and clingy. It loves snuggling up behind you and holding you whether you're up and about or trying to rest. It's big on handholding too, and loves watching the movements of your fingers as they intertwine with its own limbs.

♡ When it feels content, it emits a deep rumbling noise, almost like a cat's purr. Its shell will shiver and tremble with excitement at points, and the fleshy walls that make up the true form of Home that you both reside in will pulse and throb with affection as well. Gets a little embarrassed by the purring, but it instantly melts away when it sees you smiling at it fondly.

♡ Sometimes it gets a little too excited though, and its back will split open! It's nothing to be scared about though; the thin tentacles and tongues and tendrils that emerge from the cavity lovingly wrap themselves around any part of your body that they can reach. It loves being able to delicately touch such a small being like yourself in this shell that it made.

♡ It loves having its hair petted and played with, and it made its shell with long hair in order for you to fuss over it! It would adore you if you did its hair for it, gently brushing through its soft locks would make Home relax and lean into your touch.

♡ As it doesn't have proper lips, Home is a bit frustrated that it can't properly kiss you. It often nuzzles the top of your head as its way of giving you a kiss, or will gently take your palm and hold it up to their exposed teeth.

♡ Home loves observing you, both when it's in the shell and when it chooses to occupy its true form. When in its shell, Home is endlessly fascinated by all the little unique parts of your body that make you...you. Within its endlessly expanding fleshscape that's constantly shifting, it loves how you remain the same under its tender care, and will constantly tell you small little features of yours that it becomes smitten with.

NSFW

♡ Home is a pretty gentle lover, all things considered. It's very clueless about romance and love, being an eldritch monster and all (that also isn't used to being in a miniscule shell of a human!) so every sexual experience with you is a learning opportunity to understand your bodies even more.

♡ Prefers slow, passionate sex with you. The sensations are so alien to Home, but it just simply adores burying itself into you and filling you up. It's very observant though, and will learn rather quickly what gets you going or turns you off.

♡ Home got rather flustered when designing its shell so it never put proper genitalia onto it; in its place, however, is a pretty fat and meaty tentacle. It secretes lubricant so it can enter you more easily, and it can freely move it as well. It's pretty textured in different places, and Home likes it when it can make you come undone on it.

♡ It loves to pleasure you orally and can't get enough of how you taste on its tongue. Home can unhinge its mouth to an abnormal degree, so expect it to look as though it's consuming your entire lower region as it pleasures you with its ever-hungry tongue.

♡ If you give it consent, Home will use the hypnotic bulbs on its torso to lull you into a semi-conscious state whilst it fucks you. Home loves the difference in sensations within your body when you're like this. It also feels like it can be slightly rougher with you when you're under its compulsion, and will often set a pretty punishing pace if it gets too lost in those good feelings.

♡ Home will often use its tentacles to pleasure you as well, teasing you with them until it drives you mad. It can change the look and feel of these tentacles at will, and can make them have a variety of different functions to help reduce you to a fucked out state. Would absolutely have a tentacle in every single one of your holes if you wanted it.

♡ Sometimes it hoists you up against the fleshy walls but lets you sink into the flesh as it fucks you. You don't need to worry about getting truly consumed by Home as the flesh holds you firmly in place and will instantly cease its grip if you ask Home. Home wouldn't admit it, but it likes how helpless and at its mercy you are in this position.

♡ On occasion Home's gotten so lost in the moment that when it climaxes, it often releases a clutch of non-fertilised eggs deep into you. It gets pretty turned on seeing your stomach swell full of the eggs, and will often keep its tentacle inside you and feel up your stomach as you lay there panting in each others embrace. Wishes that it could work up the courage to truly impregnate you, but worried that it could end up hurting you or affecting your purity.

♡ Huge on aftercare though. Absolutely loves doting on you after the two of you finish making love, in its weird Home way. It always ends the same way though- with the two of you tangled up together as you hold each other closely, listening to the steady pulse of yourself and Home's true form.

(More Home posts can be found on its masterlist!)

[automatonne]

Alright... I'm not into trnsfrmrs at all (I should get to that) but oh god that bug. Wa/spinator was it. Might have a little crush on him now Who said that

Anyways... Do u think u could do stuffing/tummyache stuff with him. If ur not tired of him yet. By god I love bug...

// @eructophile

Dearingest darlingest mutual, there is nothing you could ask that I could refuse 🥰

A beast mode can influence the behavior of a robot mode. So, when he first got his new insect alternate form, he inexplicably began to crave lots of meats and sugars.

Fortunately, this strange planet seems full of them! His new senses lead him to trees full of ripe fruits, and after a few curious sniffs, he nibbles away.

“Nyooooooh! Wazzzzpinator had no idea organic planet full of so many YUMMY things!”

He likes to hover around the tree where the fruits grow as he eats. However, as he keeps eating, he finds it a little more difficult to stay on eye-level with the fruit. His wings have to work extra hard to keep him in the air as his tank gets heavier and heavier. Eventually, he’s puffing from the exertion and has to ground himself. He pouts as his already bulging middle begs and growls for more, but he’ll have considerably more trouble getting to those fruits he wants…

Frustrated, he shakes the tree like a pissed off college student at a vending machine. Several fruits rain down on his head like juicy hail. Ouch.

But a couple of head booboos won’t stop his feasting! He giggles gleefully and plops his silly stripey butt in the pile of fruits and continues to fuel up, until—

“Urrrrp—“ SLORSH! “Ughhh, why Wazzzzpinator do that?”

He ends up stuck on his back, whining like a locked puppy as he massages his overgrown, unhappy tank. It bellows at him like a bear is drowning in all the fruit pulp and juices.

“Ooooh! Don’t complain at Wazzzzpinator! Wazzzzpinator’s tummy wanted all that!”

It turns into a very one-sided argument with his upset gut moaning in response to his whimpering. He can’t even move without the thing sloshing heavily from side to side like a rubbery water balloon. Pangs of overstuffed agony wrack his body and make him kick his feet in a tantrum.

“OOOOOH! WOE IS WAZZPINATOR!”

As soon as he can manage to stop his bellyaching—in the most literal sense of the word—he hiccups and rocks his body forcefully from side to side. His gut lurches heavily to one side and gurgles dangerously as he attempts a quarter turn. Finally, with a massive GLORP, he turns over onto his front and squashes his belly against the forest floor, groaning.

“Ooooohh… cooperate with Wazzzzpinator, pleazzzze…”

He begins to grind his sloshy, gurgling gut into the ground, helping to manually mash up the offending contents and work them into his systems. Guttural, wet belches ring out into the jungle as he whimpers and whines. He can feel something resisting him in his poor tank. If he can just get it out—

His comm beeps.

“Report! Did you find the—“

“HUUUUUUOOoooOORRRRRRRRP!”

Birds screech and scatter from the canopy. Canyons echo. One very fed up dinosaur sighs heavily on the other end of the line.

“…disgusting.”

And he hangs up.

The poor insect flops over onto his side, whining and curling up around his less gurgly but still dully aching belly.

“…nyooooooh… Wazzpinator never doing this again…”