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[risto-licious]

(I need this on my blog again. old demon risto getting roasted)

[juunjuniper-blog]

Casual Sneaking

Therion needs to sneak past the guards, which would be easy if his two companions weren't so terrible at being sneaky, and if his stomach wouldn't stop rumbling every five seconds due to skipping lunch. Just nom your friends, it's a win/win for everyone! 

This was meant to be more shorter than it is now, but I guess I got a little too invested in it, hahah. I’m pretty sure this is my longest one to date, at 1.5k words. Based on a scenario by anon, which was inspired by a drawing by the ever talented @weticecubes. So basically, I'm writing a story that is based on a scenario that was based on a picture. Inspirationception. 

Thieves were widely nutorious around Borderfall for their sneaking prowess. Unfortunately, at this time, Therion couldn’t boast about that reputation. Mainly because he had two other people with him.

Really, he still didn’t know why he decided to join their ragtag gang. He remembered the first time he met them, while he was preparing to break into Ravus Manor. Of course, Therion just had to give them their own “pet names.”

There was Alfyn, the apothecary, who seemed to be the leader of the bunch. He was the one who initially recommended for Therion to join their group, and even offered to heal his wounds.

And of course, Therion couldn’t forget about Professor Albright. Mainly due to the fact that Cyrus seemed to have an instant liking towards him, and he was already going off on ramblings about random subjects. Frankly, he was also a dork.

Whatever the case, Therion was having difficulties making any attempt to persuade the guards into letting them inside the manor, thanks to his companions, who were absolutely terrible at being sly. It didn’t help that his stomach kept gurgling every five seconds due to skipping lunch.

“Can you guys be any more terrible at concealing yourselves?” Therion asked cynically. The duo just shook their heads in unison. At least they were honest about it.

“Well yes, but actually no,” Cyrus responded. Therion rolled his eyes in annoyance. He was briefly considering ditching them, but he decided two extra bodyguards were better than none.

“Whatever. You two just...rest at an inn, I need to think.” Alfyn complied with little resistance, while Cyrus was harder to convince. “Are you sure? I could offer some extra assistance.”

He was cut off by a hard glare. “Yes, magic man, I’m sure. Now shoo,” Therion ordered, waving his hand dismissively. Cyrus opened his mouth to protest, then closed it and went to follow Alfyn.

With the distractions gone, Therion could finally scheme straight. He couldn’t just sneak in with two other people, that would seem too suspicious. And if he left the two hiding while he got in by fooling the guards, they couldn’t get back in. There had to be some way to get all three of them inside!

As if on cue, his stomach growled again. Therion sighed in exasperation, before gasping as an idea struck him. A plot that would get him and the other two males inside Ravus Manor, and not raise suspicion from the guards.

Of course, there was just one problem - Alfyn and Cyrus would never approve of it. Then again, he was Therion, he did what he wanted whether others liked it or not. It was a good thing Alfyn’s satchel was right there in his grasp.

Both Cyrus and Alfyn knew something was fishy the moment they woke from their sleep. First of all, the surroundings looked much bigger than usual. Secondly, they were in a spaghetti dish. Lastly, and most importantly, Therion was drooling over them, a look of pure hunger on his face.

“Therion, what are you…” Cyrus started to speak up, before being rudely interrupted by a tongue licking over his chest. Alfyn nervously gulped, he really didn’t want to be thief chow. “Um, Theri-”

“Quiet, you two. I’m killing two birds with one stone,” Therion replied simply. He continued to savor Cyrus’ taste. Smokey and salty, like a fresh, delicious steak off a hot grill…

The thief didn’t even realize he impulsively placed Cyrus in his mouth until he felt a wriggling feeling, along with hearing a shocked gasp from Alfyn. “Oops.” he muttered nonchalantly. Therion continued to lick over the scholar, the spaghetti sauce only enhancing his taste further.

“Wh-! Release me at once, Therion!” Cyrus yelled, trying to thrash around. His cloak was coated in the thief’s saliva, which he didn’t appreciate at all. He briefly contemplated firing a magic spell, but his brain told him that would only make things worse.

“Mmmm…” Therion hummed. Cyrus’ flavor was irresistible, he couldn’t get enough of it. He continued to lap over his friend, or rather, former friend. Eating your cohort is probably a friendship killer.

GURK.

Cyrus began his descent down Therion’s throat, still squirming. “Therion, this is positively disgusting!” he protested. It didn’t help at all that he was nearly too compacted to move.

As opposed to Cyrus, Therion was enjoying this very much. He should have thought of this sooner! He glanced at Alfyn out the corner of his eye, to notice that the apothecary looked flustered by merely staring at his throat.

“Are you...enjoying the show, medicine man?” Therion asked smugfully. Just to tease the apothecary more, Therion grabbed the noodle strand that Alfyn was holding onto, the latter blushing as the thief lifted him up near his mouth.

“U-umm…” Alfyn’s mind searched for an answer that wouldn’t make him look like a weird pervert. Therion chuckled so low that Cyrus could feel the vibration while travelling down the thief’s gullet.

GRK.

Therion brought his free hand up to his throat bulge where Cyrus was, rubbing and pushing at it. “Does the ride tickle your fancy, magic man?” he asked. His scarf was kind of getting in the way of trying to swallow Cyrus all the way down, but he wasn’t complaining.

“No! This is preposterous and revolting!” came the muffled response. Therion snickered quietly, before turning back to Alfyn, whose face was redder than the cliffs of Borderfall. It was clear that he was excited, but was too humble to show it.

“T-Therion…?” Alfyn spoke up in a whisper. Said thief just looked at him and nodded nonchalantly, still rubbing at the bulge in his throat. “C-Can I, touch…?” He was too ruffled to finish the rest of the sentence.

Thankfully, the thief already understood what Alfyn was trying to relay. Therion brought the apothecary just inches away from his throat, before grabbing his hands and letting him touch Cyrus’ form.

GLK.

A final swallow sent Cyrus crashing downward into Therion’s stomach. He groaned in disgust and exhaustion, squirming defiantly. “Therion! Let me out this instant!” Therion’s apparent enjoyment judging from his moans didn’t help the scholar at all.

“Heh, he’s a wriggler…” Therion murmured, giving Alfyn a teasing lick. The apothecary was still clinging onto his pasta piece that Therion was holding. He shivered as the thief lifted the spaghetti strand up, before dangling it above his maw.

“Your turn~” Therion purred, dropping Alfyn’s feet and legs into his mouth. The thief sucked on his apothecary companion, pleased at his flavor. Sweet and juicy, just like his personality.

“Mmmm...I see you aren’t frightened…” Therion noticed. Alfyn’s face somehow turned even redder than it already was. He was too flustered to think of a coherent response, so he just let Therion do what he wanted.

GLRRK.

Alfyn could see his legs slide down Therion’s throat with relative ease, shivering a bit. He knew that he’d be joining Cyrus soon, but his will told him not to fight. Maybe it was just because he was too trusting.

Yeah, that was it.

GLURK.

Another wet gulp brought Alfyn’s full body into Therion’s gullet. It was tight, and he could barely move, but it was rather warm. He could faintly hear Cyrus’ muffled protests, gradually getting more audible as he descended.

GLLK.

Therion slurped up the spaghetti noodle Alfyn was still clinging onto, before taking a final swallow. He moaned in pleasure at the feeling of Cyrus’ struggles doubling.

He wasn’t hungry anymore, thankfully. Of course, Therion could’ve went back to Ravus Manor and got in right then and there. But hey, what would be the fun in that? His eyes moved over to the spaghetti plate, before smirking.

Alfyn landed straight on top of Cyrus, causing the scholar to weakly attempt to kick him off. “Sorry,” the apothecary apologized, gratefully shifting off Cyrus. It seemed like even when they were both shrunken, Alfyn was still the strong one.

Cyrus yelped as he felt spaghetti sauce drizzling on his head, then spaghetti noodles on his beloved clothes. Alfyn let out an amused chuckle, before being silenced by pasta landing straight on his head.

They were interrupted by Therion squeezing his belly and speaking up. “Heh, don’t worry guys, I’ll let you out later, when we’re actually in Ravus Manor. You two are terrible at being sneaky, by the way.” With those words, Therion resumed wolfing down his pasta, occasionally rubbing at his stomach.

“...This is still gross and unjust,” Cyrus whined, before grumbling and letting Therion have his way. Alfyn just shook his head. “Shucks, come on Cyrus, it’s not that bad, admit it.”

The scholar just sighed and leaned against one of the stomach walls. If Therion didn’t follow up on his promise, he was going to be met with a Fireball to the face.

The thief did keep his promise, eventually. Of course, he was terribly reluctant to even let them out.

But given that they endured being drenched in spaghetti sauce and pasta noodles, they probably deserved to be freed at least.

[hungry--on--main]

an art trade done with @weticecubes!!

large boy got his hands on a certain little blondie. looks like he’s stuck there for a while...

[scarecrow-reblogs]

honestly it’s fucking appalling that so many of my favorite vore blogs *cough cough* @sketchyvorist @expellingsecrets @weticecubes to name a few *cough cough* actually like the shit I post it’s such a surreal experience to see that people like this random garbage that my brain comes up with

[risto-licious]

“Yup. Definitely the taste of revenge. Bitter and spicy. Love it.“ The old beast’s voice was raspy and deep, echoing through the lair. “... I hope that didn’t worn you out for the actual one who laid a curse upon your land, but thanks for that entertaining performance.“

[juunjuniper-blog]

“Expert” Tonguing

Edea asks Ringabel to give her some “expert tonguing.” He complies, but gets a little too excited. Based on a prompt by @weticecubes, the best (and only) Ringavore artist. Don’t worry, it’s Non-Fatal.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“Ringabel, I wouldn’t have asked you to if I didn’t.”

“You know that you could be in danger, right?”

“I’ll be fine, just get on with it already!”

He was unsure on why he was doing this. Perhaps it was because he’d do anything for his angel. The more lewd explanation was that the thought aroused him, ridiculous as it sounded to the casanova. But while Ringabel held the minimized Edea in front of his face, he couldn’t help but ponder if the latter thought was how he really felt.

Still, she was his treasured gem. And her wish, was his command. Even if her wish said to give her some “expert tonguing.” Ringabel found it rather ironic that he was reluctant to do this, considering the opportunity. An annoyed “ahem” broke him out of his contemplation.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

Ah. Right. He was supposed to be pleasuring her, wasn’t he? “Forgive me, dear. I was merely...lost in thought.” Edea clearly didn’t buy that excuse at all, but she said nothing more about it.

Ringabel now realized, quite possibly at the worst moment, that he had zero approach on how to get her fully in his mouth. Given that Edea was about the size of his boots, she wasn’t exactly fairy-sized. In an uncharacteristic display, Ringabel began to stutter and pause while speaking. “S-so… I just open my m-mouth… and put y-you in?”

Edea merely nodded, impatience visibly growing on her face. Ringabel still wasn’t keen on all this, but he’d do anything for her regardless. He opened his mouth with a small “ahhh,” saliva glistening. Edea didn’t seem concerned though, she surprisingly appeared to be enthusiastic.

“W-well… I guess I should put you in, then…” Ringabel quietly sighed, before dangling Edea above his maw. She just stared back down at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you ready...Edea?” Ringabel questioned quietly. Edea glared daggers at him, the same glance that he knew all-too well, then sighed. “Yes, Ring-”

She never got a chance to finish the sentence. Edea yelped in surprise as Ringabel released his hold on her, dropping her headfirst into the dark, vast depths of his mouth.

Ringabel couldn’t resist a subconscious shudder as he started to slather Edea over with his tongue. It sounded extremely nefarious, but she tasted...kind of good. Juicy and spicy, the latter of which certainly fit her personality. He never thought in his wildest dreams that he’d be so electrified by this.

Similar to Ringabel, Edea was just as excited. Although she was coated in saliva, and was practically blind, the immeasurable warmth more than made up for it. Ringabel’s tongue was strangely comforting as he licked her all over, though she was still decent-sized.

“It’s...warm…” Edea murmured, so softly that Ringabel nearly failed to hear it. Her words made his heart flutter, and made his face flush. He failed to notice himself subconsciously tilt his head back, preparing to take his first swallow. This wasn’t Ringabel’s original plan, but the elation of it all was putting his mind on autopilot.

Initially, Edea thought it was a mistake when she felt Ringabel’s tongue arch back, pushing her away from the outside light. She was now shrouded in pitch black, but wasn’t concerned. “Ringabel, you’re supposed to keep your mouth open-”

GLK.

That was the sound Edea was dreading to hear. She shouted in alarm as she began her descent down Ringabel’s tight throat. “Ringabel! This isn’t funny! You’re not supposed to swallow me!” Edea’s pleas and struggles seemingly fell on deaf ears, the casanova making no reaction other than a faint gagging sound.

Edea mentally sighed in relief. He was going to spit her out, she would be safe and sound, and he’d apologize for the frankly ridiculous jape. Yes, everything would be just-

GULK.

...fine. She spoke, or rather thought, too soon, as she sunk lower into the darkness.

“Ringabel! Why are you doing this? You’ve gotten your kicks in, just release me! ...Please?” Edea implored again, her voice more frantic now. Somewhere in her mind, she was beginning to doubt that this was a joke. Whenever Ringabel teased her, he’d always stop if she was visibly uncomfortable. Not that he could see her now, but surely he could draw the inference that she wanted this to end?

Though Edea had no way to know, Ringabel could hear her. Unbeknownst to her, hunger and enthusiasm had completely overpowered the rational part of his mind. Eat Edea, that’s the only thing that mattered right now. Her begging requests for him to release her only fueled Ringabel’s craving more.

Or rather, it did, until he came to his senses. Shaking his head, Ringabel was at first surprised by the obvious lack of Edea in the room. That is, until he recalled the events that occured in the past few minutes. Then he finally noticed his Edea-filled throat.

Ringabel wanted to release her, he really did! But no matter how much he attempted it, throwing her up resulted in failure. Edea was stuck in his throat, squirming, and no doubt frightened. This wasn’t supposed to be what happened! He suddenly realized that he only had one choice to get out of this…

“I’m sorry, Edea…”

“Wait! Ringabel, please don’t-”

GUULLK.

Edea’s last appeal for Ringabel to stop was cut off by a final gulp, followed by a pleased sigh. She yelled in alarm as she slid further down Ringabel’s tight throat, nearly too compressed to struggle any more.

Ringabel panted in satisfaction and relief as Edea arrived in his stomach, before the realization fully dawned on him. Edea, his angel, placed her trust in him to not swallow her on accident. And he failed at it, worse yet enjoyed gulping her down.

He moaned involuntarily as he felt Edea thrash around and attempt to speak, though it was highly muffled. Ringabel leaned back in his chair, kicking his legs up against the table. This was unplanned and wrong, but it did feel...almost pleasant in a way. They did say that the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, after all-

No! What am I thinking?! Ringabel mentally scolded himself. This was no time for corny jokes! Edea was surely terrified, and he’d completely betrayed her trust! He tried to speak up, say anything to reassure her that she would be safe, but he was having difficulty thinking of a rational (or rather comforting) response.

“S-sorry, Edea,” he murmured, subconsciously kneading over his belly with his hands. His face was still flushed scarlet as Edea’s complaints increased. “I don’t even know if I ever want to let you out…” Ringabel purred, any regret in his mind now eradicated.

Unlike Ringabel, to say that Edea was enjoying her time in a stomach would be the lie of the century. She was covered in wet and slimy saliva, and it was scorching hot. She could feel Ringabel rubbing over her, squeezing her against the stomach walls.

“Let me out, let me out, you perverted tramp! Mrgrgr…” Edea was more annoyed than frightened by now. Worse yet, judging by the moans of pleasure she picked up, Ringabel was enjoying this! And...he didn’t want to let her go? He couldn’t just keep her in there forever!

As if reading her mind, Ringabel spoke up. “Relax, Edea. I would like to keep you in there longer, but we both know what will happen...” He subconsciously shivered at the mere thought of accidentally digesting his angel. “I’ll let you out, after a quick, mmmm, nap~” he promised with a yawn.

Edea was not at all pleased to hear that, but at least she wouldn’t be turned to food. Even though that was technically what she was right now. “Mrgrgr, you’d better…” she sighed angrily, before being rudely interrupted by a crass belch. Too tired and worn out to protest, Edea merely sighed and leaned against one of the stomach walls. Better Ringabel than anyone else, she figured.

Ringabel did eventually keep his promise, after several uncomfortable attempts to puke Edea up. Once he did, she was coated in slime, saliva, and stomach juices. When asked if she was ok, his only response was a soft sigh.

“I’m fine. Um, you think we can do this again? Just...without the swallowing part, please.”

Ringabel beamed.

[juunjuniper-blog]

Hey, story idea (this IS inspired by/taken from a drawing by @weticecubes I saw so be warned) Scenario: character A has to sneak his friend(s) past some guards that won’t suspect him. Having skipped X meals character A comes up with a idea to satisfy both parties but doesn’t know if his friend(s) will like it much. He ends up putting his sleeping friend(s) in a dish of your choice. Said friend(s) wake up to find themselves in said dish with Character A drooling over them. Vore ensures. heh heh..

Hey, that’s pretty good! I think I’ve seen that drawing before, haha.