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Still up for moree if anyone is in the mood!!

I've been in a mood. Anyone wanna do a v/ore rp with Nightmare?

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What is your stance when it comes to Macro/Micro themes in your stories? Like for example Underfell Sans shrinking/eating a micro Swap Sans.

I don't mind it! I'm a fan of both smaller and same size. I tend towards same size due to the fullness of the meals, but for stuff like mass vore? Macro/micro is great. Also stuff with power imbalance tends towards that as well.

I do like size difference anyhow, a 10ft tall skeleton eating a 5ft tall one y'know?

I usually never focus on the shrinking/growing aspect of it. When I think about it, Fell is already big and Swap is already small and it's always been like that. CV/AV with micro/macro is fun, a meal so small they only slightly bulge out one's sack/gut. No one aware of them besides the one that ate them <3

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I'm in a c.ock vore mood as of latee, anyone have any questions or requests revolving around that? Be glad to answer em!!

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Asr-iel c-ving As-gore for a viral v-oreday trend? I think As-gore being only so hip with it recognizes what day it is and is happy to hunt or wrestle his son, but as he's sliding down theres a before selfie, and the after will be posed with the post digestion skull trophy to social media

Oh, that’s great! Ignore that this is late, pretend I did it on time.

It's late at night while A.sriel scrolls through his own social media profile. He's made several new posts today, and they've been getting a lot of attention. It's making him blush a bit thinking about it, but it feels good. It's not like he'll ever be forgetting today.

The first post was late morning, showing him and A.sgore together for a selfie. He's not sure how, but his dad had heard about 'Vore Day', this silly Internet thing that was going on. And as usual, when he hears about something like this, he wants to participate with A.sriel to seem 'cool' and 'in touch'. It's always so hard to convince his dad otherwise.

The next post is around noon. Another before selfie, with A.sriel in his dad's bed and naked. His drooling cock is engulfing A.sgore's feet. The younger goat can still remember how it felt when he got his dad in his cock. It was...so goddamn awkward, but it felt amazing.

The next post makes A.sriel get flustered all over again. It's the last before selfie. He's holding onto one of A.sgore's horns, his cock large and thick with his dad's upperbody bulging it out. His balls are looking the same, thick legs stretching them out into his lap. A.sriel had barely been able to get that photo in, his pleasure insane and his grip on his dad losing to his gulping member.

The next several posts are consecutive over a few hours, all of the same thing: A.sriel's nuts, large and bulging out. The first one is clearly defined, able to make out nearly every detail of his father. Even down to that goofy smile he always had. And then each post after is progress. His nuts getting smaller, rounder, losing their definition.

The next post is a blurry one. A.sriel had tried his best to get a photo of the release, but he dropped his phone. But he can still remember it in his head. His cock was firing off like a gyser, thick ropes splattering everywhere. Coating the bed, the floor, the walls...and A.sgore's bones were scattered around and stuck to almost everything.

The last post, just a few hours ago. Another selfie of A.sriel, face red and exhausted. He's holding up a goat skull in one hand by the right horn, since the left was broken. It's still slick in goat cum. And of course, the tag: #VoreDayDadDinner.

Dumb trend, honestly. A.sriel isn't even sure what started it, but this year, the popular thing to do was for sons to be devouring their fathers. A.sgore had been supportive of the idea, as he always is, and now he's dead. Over an Internet trend.

A.sriel sighs and lowers his phone. He's still in his dad's bed, his cum half dried to every surface. His legs were still a bit numb. He'll have to get up tomorrow. He looks down at his dad's skull, resting like a cup over his junk. His cock and balls had gotten a lot fatter off a meal like this, but the goat skull just barely encased them.

A.sriel can feel his cock twitch, brushing against the top of the skull. He smiles sleepily and reaches over to pat the top of the skull. "...happy vore day, Dad. Love you." He sets his phone aside and lays back with a sigh. Dumb trend...but worth it.

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College Asriel would make such a great pr.ed!! Sighs. Churning as.gore down. Turning him into b.all b.atter

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I've been in a mood. Anyone wanna do a v/ore rp with Nightmare?

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Sansgore is so hot man?? Especially with a dom sans?? Sans eating someone twice his size if not bigger? Churning them down into gut fat, ass fat or even n.ut fat?? Or Asgore feeding any prisoners to Sans. Like <3

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Still around, just working on requests!

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Nightmare def keeps trophies of his proudest prey.

Error's left as a fat load almost bursting a con.dom in the throne room. Ink is left as a skull, the only thing that survived Nightmare's gut.

And of course he has trophies to show on his body as well! More pudge on his ecto, bigger ass, fatter nuts.

He takes every chance he can to show them off. Why wouldn't he after all?

He has the perfect body.

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I wanna write something

Any pairing ideas? And/or form of v.ore?

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Swap? Any version you want of him.

(Like cannon, Blueberry, star sans, ect.)

Mm,

I view the whole star sans as prey ngl, especially Dream.

But for Swap? He'd def fall victim to Nm or Error (Or even Fell). You'd think all that armor would protect him, but it doesn't. Does make for a good trophy (assuming it survives) at the end.

Depends on how he's taken! Oral or a.nal? The armor survives, not as shiny as it once was, the destroyer and the king have quitee the strong guts. (I do like disposal when it comes to skeletons but Ill leave it out of this)

For Cv? Nothing is left of Swap at all. Just glowing c.um and ball fat.

As prey? Unwilling. Swap views himself as a predator, actually. A big bad pred! He's just so generous and so kind he'd never actually eat anyone.

That's what he says at least.

Now for Fell or even in some circumstances Error, I could see him being willing.

When it comes down to it, as much as he says he's a pred, Swap will fall hand over fist for an actual pred. Even if he doesn't like being eaten himself, he wouldn't mindddd, just say, watching someone eat someone else.

He's studying them of course, to become a better pred!!

Hell, he even finds Nm's gut hot when fighting him.

This applies to canon or star sans swap.

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Opinions on Horror :)?

I think he'd make a wonderful pred!! I do also see the appeal of him as prey though, being role reversal.

But mainly I'd see him as a pred.

I mean it makes sense. He won't eat humans, refuses to. And he can't chop off a monster's leg without them dusting yeah?

So what's the solution?

Eat the monster whole.

He's def primarily an oral pred, I could see him experimenting with other types, but he sticks to what works, what feeds him.

He's not so much cruel as he is careless about his food. He won't talk to his prey after he eats them. They're not a person anymore, just food y'know?

He'll ignore the struggling, the whining, the pleading.

Most of the time he goes after Undyne's lackeys and the royal guard. He usually never goes after anyone actually living in Snowdin.

As a part of Nightmare's group? His hunger is second to none (besides the king of negativity himself). He has more chances to explore different kinds of vo.re since he has a secure means of food. Has Nightmare caught him trying to eat Killer or Dust? Once or twice.

Horror thinks it's fun to fuck with them.

Killer and Dust are switches in their own rights.

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Asks are open!!

Ask me questions bout any of the skeletons and I'll give my thoughts. Or request short stories, idm!!

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Nightmare is my favorite pred ngl. I think he makes the best one, not only because he is the literal embodiment of negativity but he's also hot. He's def a cocky pred, teasing his food as he plays with them. Perhaps he even offers them to play a game, a chance to escape.

It's rigged of course, they never escape, never get away.

I think he'd be an oral and co/ck pred. Painful, long digestion is always a must, he has to suck all the negativity he can from them before they join his godly body (he's doing them a favor in fact.)

Sitting on his throne, gut and sack bulging out for all to see. It's a funny extreme to extreme.

His gut is dark, and tight while his sack is like a sauna almost, blinding with glowing c/um.

Digestion can last from minutes to hours depending on his mood.

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Fell is a lazy pred. He's the type to expect prey to come to him, not the other way around. (And why wouldn't he? He's a hunk of a specimen by his own standards). And with that he's mainly an oral and an/al pred. He's the type to swallow someone whole and tease them for hours as they smelt away into his ecto (usually willing, again he loves it when prey come to him). He thinks it makes his figure even better with more ecto rounding it out. For an/al vore, it's usually after a one night stand, or during, someone eating him out? Oops their face slipped in too far and bam! Not that Fell notices, he's c/umming too hard to notice. Not until he calms back down, at which point it's too late.

Might as well sleep them off y 'know?

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Being told to off myself is a wild reaction

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Can we get some Underfell Sans prompts with Disposal?

Mm...I said I didn't want to touch the U.ndertale AUs too much because there's just so many buuuut...I like this S.ans so I'll make an exception. I can break my own rules if I want to. This is a shameless place.

“So, a human, huh?” S.ans asks as he looks over the man who had come stumbling out of the ruins. “Well, if that’s the case, I got a good lesson for ya. You gotta shake hands with new friends.” He holds his hand out to the human, grinning wide as usual. The human seemed hesitant but relented, only for him to yell as a horrible shock shoots through him and knocks him back. Too easy. “Oh yeah, I forgot, that’s not the right lesson.” The skeleton walks over to the human’s head, lifting him up by the shoulders. “It’s eat or be eaten down here…” His sharp teeth part, showing off the red glow of his maw. The human didn’t get out a scream before his head is engulfed and S.ans begins to gulp and slurp him down. He doesn’t get to eat human too often, and since he was the first one to find it, he’s definitely getting a taste before his brother shows up. As he gets to the man’s waist, he waddles his way back to his station, slurping down a pair of kicking legs as he sits back in his chair. His belly is bloated out in his lap, stretching his red sweater out as he lets out a belch. “Mmf…fuck that it’s the spot…” He rubs over his stomach slowly as he feels the human start to shift inside. “Yeeeah…you’d think you humans would learn your lesson at some point. Guess not.” He belches again as he closes his eyes to relax. After some point, he’s disturbed by his brother showing up, the taller skeleton huffy about finding S.ans fast asleep at his station yet again. “Get off my back, Boss,” he complains, lazily rubbing his stomach. “I did my dues today. I’ll prove it.” He hops out of his chair and pulls his shorts down. With the help of his magic making a proper digestive system, thick dung slides out, piling up under him while he lets out a soft groan. The warmth of it was a stark contrast to the chill of the area. By the time he’s down, he’s got a knee-high pile on the floor with human bones embedded in it. “See? Caught my own human.” He grins and shrugs while his brother complains about the stink and hurries off. S.ans gets back into his chair, closing his eyes as he rubs over his stomach. “Well, at least you’re better company, huh, Buddy?” He taps the skull in the top of the pile with his sneaker and snickers.

S.ans’ sharp teeth clack as he shovels another handful of fries into his mouth. As soon as his brother had looked away, he ditched his post to come to G.rillby’s to get some grub. Of course, every monster in the town knew where he was supposed to be, and a couple felt brave today and felt like mocking the short skeleton about telling his brother. S.ans frowns and looks their way, seeing them snickering to themselves. He swiped a bottle of mustard from the bar and hops off of his stool, sauntering over. The monsters clearly took it as a threat—and they aren’t wrong—and try to pick a fight with him. One gets in S.ans’ fave just to be met with a splatter if mustard right in his eyes. The monster yells and tries to wipe it away, but S.ans strikes while he’s distracted and lunges with an open maw. The monster dives in head first, the skeleton making short work of gulping and slurping him down right in front of his friend. It left the second monster utterly silent as he watched his pal disappear into the sharp-toothed maw and reappear a s a bulge behind the skeleton’s sweater. He even gets a mustard-and-monster scented belch right in his face. “Don’t look so sad, I’ll give you your pal back before I leave,” S.Ans promises with a grin. He waddles back over to his stool and sits down to resume eating, totally ignoring the squirming bulge in his middle. As time ticks by, the squirming and shouts stop and his belly was half as big. The monster was getting impatient and demanded his friend back. S.ans lets out a grunt and pulls his shorts down to expose a red ass conquered by his magic. Before long there’s a thick pile of shit squeezing out, hitting the floor behind his stool with a thud as it begins piling up. The monster watches in silent horror as S.ans dumps ass right there. When the pile stops, the skeleton pulls his shorts back up and looks to the monster with a toothy smile. “Better get a shovel. G.rillby hates it when assholes leave their shitty friends lying around his bar.”

"S.ans, have you seen the other yous?" P.apyrus asks after sticking his head into the living room. One of his brother was annoying enough but those two blue ones that came by recently...ugh. He'd left them with his S.ans since he figured they'd all be able to put up with each other but now he sees there's only one S.ans--his S.ans--lazing on the couch. His brother just shrugs and flashes that grin that always means he's causing trouble. "Haven't seen them for a few hours, Boss. Think they said something about stomach problems." He pats his own stomach, which is obscured with his black jacket being zipped up over it. P.apyrus is left unimpressed. "If that's the case, who's going to eat all the food I made? You idiots are the ones that wanted dinner." S.ans shrugs in response. "Sorry, Boss, I'm not very hungry either." He watches his brother scoff and disappears into the kitchen again, grumbling to himself. S.ans' stomach rumbles and he lets out a soft belch, the taste of skeleton returning to his mouth. He chuckles and pats his gut. "I'm sure they'll turn up again soon. In fact..." His eye shines as he pops out of the living room, instead appearing in their shed that he used for...disposal. He finds the cleanest corner he can to squat in and start dropping his mess off. He'd found the other versions of him annoying and naive, and he'd proved his point to them the second his brother had left the room. They went down fast and easy and digested just as well. Now they're just a mess on the ground, all the magic having to go somewhere. He could recognize the few things in the growing pile that weren't just shit--a ratty blue jacket, muddy pink slippers, a tattered blue bandana, a ruined shirt...S.ans grunts as another thick log pushes out of him and buries the evidence in brown. He sighs and stands up, yanking his shorts back up. "I warned you guys...but hey, you are what you eat." He snickers as he pops out of the shed, leaving another pile among many.