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i love complicated designs, but i'm a pussy myself.. se imagine him with much more complex.. than i possible do..

so, the fisrt pred guy

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Ancient deity of some kind that’s repeatedly fed sacrifices by a cult but only goes along with it for the bit, so they’ll gulp up the poor soul only to let them run off safe and sound as soon as its followers are gone. Maybe occasionally the “sacrifice” will want to repay the deity by serving them, so it’ll return them to the cult “spared” or “transcended” so the leaders don’t suspect anything (and so they get a prime seat to be eaten by the deity more often)

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Being eaten by an uncaring pred and then hearing an incessant buzzing about 5 minutes later. It’s absolutely loud and impossible to block out. Then you realize that they’re getting off to your digestion, which rightfully pisses you off. You start beating their stomach walls which only increases the moaning… there’s no winning, you just gotta let them finish. Maybe a few times… maybe when the post nut clarity hits, they’ll let you out.

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Lex is new to the capitol, having almost no experience in the consuming and digesting of other creatures as a natural part of the bartering system in Zaa. But he's come too far to turn back without at least trying it once. The only catch-- he's got to willingly climb into a dragon's mouth once a day to secure an esteemed spot as an apprentice wizard studying at the palace.

Luckily, his new teammates are happy to help him through his onboarding. And from the way they keep looking at him, the dragons' hunger isn't the only thing going to be sated tonight.

12k | Explicit M/M, willing multi prey, dragon pred, panic attacks, sexual vore, digestion (painless), reformation, magic system

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Summary: Lex is new to the capitol, having almost no experience in the consuming and digesting of other creatures as a natural part of the bartering system in Zaa. But he's come too far to turn back without at least trying it once. The only catch-- he's got to willingly climb into a dragon's mouth once a day to secure an esteemed spot as an apprentice wizard studying at the palace.

Luckily, his new teammates are happy to help him through his onboarding. And from the way they keep looking at him, the dragons' hunger isn't the only thing going to be sated tonight.

Tags: vore, digestion, reformation, oral vore, sexual vore, blowjobs, telepathy, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, gt vore, dragon vore, vore as currency, vore based fantasy world

Characters: Lex, Anzos, Evash, Drax, Aicierra, Naree (mentioned)

Lex let out a nervous chuckle as the cool razor slid steadily up his throat, tempting the last of his stubble from its perch. He hadn’t been clean shaven in a long time. The attendant smiled at him as he took in his reflection. He hadn’t had the fullest of beards, but not having access to a proper bathroom during his travels had allowed him to grow out as much of one as his twenty year old face could manage. 

He’d arrived in Aegis just a day before his interview, and with very little coin. He was glad that he hadn’t wasted any of what was left on a shave and haircut, as the attendant had already shaved, plucked and cut most of what he had off. They’d left a little on top– shorter than he was used to. It was still a little surreal. He’d thought that he would have to go through way more training and interviewing. Apparently the hiring process was a bit more…hands on than he had expected. 

He’d heard from his cousin Naree that there had been a very lucrative position open in her department at the castle and that she’d put his name on a short list of candidates for the job. He’d left right away and spent the next few weeks walking to the capitol, Aegis. It had been a long journey, but he’d made it on time for his interview. It wasn’t until he was in the city that he’d found out what Naree had left out of her letter. The position was to be part of the nourishment team. As in… the food… for the dragons bonded to the royal family. 

His initial reaction was one of humor. He’d thought she was pulling one over on him. But she’d sat at the tavern till nearly closing time the night before explaining how everything worked, and how insanely good the benefit package was. That morning, against his better judgement, he’d made his way from the inn to the castle gates and announced he was there for an interview. He was escorted to a room with a long table. Many were in attendance, but only a few asked questions.

In the whirlwind of information given he was introduced to the other two members of the team he was interviewing for. A Dryad and a small naga. He couldn’t remember their names. He must have said the right things, because an hour later he was with the prep team having his entire body dehaired.

He'd interviewed to be eaten by a dragon. And they’d chosen him. 

They’d done some complicated magic that wasn’t in his wheelhouse and determined that his magic and chemical makeup would be a good match for the team. He’d been given an examination of health by a Matron, and then a few potions to quickly heal any damage or illness he’d sustained while traveling. Feeling refreshed he’d been led to the baths, then the shaving room. 

Now the attendant led him over to a wall shower, and he stood numb under the spray.

“Just one last stop, and we can rejoin your team.” The attendant smiles softly at him, and he’s glad for her patience. “Aicierra is ready for us.”

He nodded, recognizing the name. Aicierra had been one of the ones asking questions. The head reformist in charge of magically protecting the nourishment teams and bringing them back after their duties had been performed. 

He was given soft shoes to wear and a robe to drape around himself before being led down a long hallway. Large doors with ornate carvings sit beautifully at the end of the marble hall. 

“This is the reformation chamber. You’ll wake up here each time.”

Each time. 

Each time he died. Inside of a dragon.

Fuck, these benefits better be all that Naree promised. 

The eating of others is not an uncommon form of currency in this country, just not something that Lex had ever experienced. His town was mostly Wixen and other medium level creatures. He’d heard of the tiny fae or small human races that were able to be swallowed by his kind. And he’d heard of creatures far bigger than he that could easily consume those unprepared on the road. He knew that reformists made a pretty penny in cities like Aegis, bringing those who had been eaten back into the world.

Naree had gotten a job in the palace when she moved for her studies. Their family had no idea that she was… being eaten every day. That thought still jangled around in his head. He’d thought she was something like a research assistant or court mage. 

Did his mother know about this? Did she suspect what this new job was?

He shudders at the thought. Maybe eating one another wasn’t a big deal in Aegis, but to him it was still very novel. 

“Lex!” The Dryad from the interview called out as he entered the Reformation Chamber. He waved from where he stood near the dark-haired Naga and Lex nervously waved back. 

The attendant excuses herself and Lex makes his way over to his new team. 

He approaches them, studying their features more carefully. The Dryad is taller than he is, but thinner- his features are graceful and willowy. His skin is a beautiful moss-green, and much softer looking than he had expected. He’s got long tendrils of leaves instead of hair that have been trimmed to about the same length as Lex’s. The Naga looks to be of the desert variety- his tan skin and silky black hair compliment the warm coloring of his tail. He wonders if it’s rude to ask what kind of snake he is? 

He’d never met a Dryad or a Naga before today, but had seen some passing him on the road. His curiosity peaks as he approaches. 

“How’re you feeling? Love the haircut.” The Dryad winks at Lex, and he’s not sure if he’s being serious or not. They’d only let him have a few inches of auburn hair and it fell in waves over his forehead. But then again, both of them had very similar cuts. 

He cleared his throat and admitted, “Feeling okay. I uh… can’t remember your names.” 

“Ha! That’s okay. I’m sure you’re still reeling from everything happening at once. I remember my first day. I’m Evash, and this tiny friend is Anzos.” 

The naga next to Evash rolled his eyes, “I’m much longer than you, Ev.” 

“Longer, yes. Taller?” Evash made a big deal as he hovered his hand over Anzos’s head. Lex surreptitiously tries to eye the Naga’s tail. He’s right– it’s much longer than he had originally thought, trailing behind him and then curling into a pile of coils. But his shorter frame made him seem smaller than he truly is. 

“Naree recommended you?” Anzos ignores Evash and directs the question to Lex. 

Lex nods, “She’s my cousin on my dad’s side. She… definitely left some details out about what to expect once I got here.” 

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be fine. She wouldn’t have recommended you if she didn’t think you’d click with us. And after the last few interviews, I can tell you that yours was the best by a long shot.”

He feels himself frowning, “What do you mean?” 

“Well the first elf we interviewed was way too big for this team. Said he was a half-elf, but I think he might of been one of those old forest blokes.” 

“Definitely fudged the resume.” Anzos chuckled.

“Why does that matter?” Lex asks and watches as they shoot a glance between them.

“Well… it’s gonna get pretty cramped in there. Drax is still a young dragon– not all the way finished growing. He needs three medium class creatures per day, but leaning towards the smaller end of that spectrum.” 

“The next guy was not a good fit personality wise. And not enough magic.” Anzos says. 

“And that left you. Our compatibility charm was off the charts. You’re the right size. And you didn’t run away when you heard the job description.” Evash says cheerfully.

“That seems like the bar is really low.” Lex grumbles, but can’t help feel a little better. So they don’t just take anyone for this job…

“Listen, just try to keep an open mind. It’s weird at first, but we’re here to help you through it.” Anzos says, his dark brown eyes warm. 

“All you have left are the runes right? We’ll have a little time before battle training is done and we can hang out. I’d love to show you the garden.” Evash says, his green eyes glittering.. 

“Any chance to show off.” Anzos rolls his eyes, but Evash just laughs. 

“I’ve heard this runes thing thrown around, aren’t they incredibly expensive?”

“Oh, yes. But you’re working for the palace now. Don’t worry about it.” Evash waves his hand.

“Let’s give you a quick tour.” 

Part 2 ✧ Ao3

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giants that tire out tinies by playing with them and licking them and teasing them until the tiny is so tired out that they just lie on the giant’s tongue panting and unable to move as the giant nudges them toward the back of their throat mmmmmm

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*Casts a transmutation spell and shrinks you to the size of a mouse. Laughs at you and calls you pathetic while batting you around and playing with your tiny body. Dangles you over my gaping throat and scares you by pretending to drop you in. Ties you up with string. Actually drops you down my gullet and swallows you with a single gulp. Pulls the string to keep you in my neck. Burps and moans and flexes my throat to squeeze you. Slurps up the string and fully swallows you into my belly. Laughs at how pathetic you feel trapped inside my tight little tummy. Continues to bully and insult you about how you didn't even taste that good, and how it would take 50 of you to even satisfy my hunger. Sloshes my stomach around and slaps it to scare you. Gets bored and digests you while taking a nap in the sun. Belches up some of your undigested bones. Casts a necromancy spell to rebuild you. Burps up your soul and kisses your body to bring you back to life. Puts you in a little cage and keeps you as a pet, or a snack, or both.*

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pinning an observer down by a squirming gut, having them flush and stutter as they can feel the prey struggle against them and hear the churning of the pred’s stomach

the pred gives the observer affections, kissing and nibbling and licking and holding them to their chest, all the while the observer knows theyre only a few inches away from being tucked down the preds throat as well. not knowing if the pred intends to restrain themselves or not. the uncertainty making them flustered

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Your life-long nemesis eats you at last. They are ecstatic. They tease you, telling you that you are just their food now. Just a tasty dinner. And that it's crazy how you are in their stomach, you could have died in any other way, but no, you will be digested. By them. They will make sure everyone knows exactly what happened to you. Their stomach will churn you up, you will be pushed through their intestines. No body else will get credit for that.

You will be digested by them for no other reason than the fact that you were their enemy. This is the natural consequence. Being their enemy, this is where you end up. An undignified end, treated as food for their body. Nothing close to being equals.

You feel them patting, rubbing their stomach. Obviously overjoyed. So happy to have finally defeated you. You feel their heart race, quick beating from overhead. Their body ecstatic, their mind and stomach both over excited at the prospect of digesting you.

You hear them say,

Mmmf… God, you're heavy in there…

They brag about winning, but their stomach is gurgling louder now so you cant hear them as easily. You feel them flop down, belly swaying, and you feels hands on the outside of the stomach, rubbing, kneading your form.

They tell you how satisfying that was. A good meal. A bit heavy, but oh, very satiating.

Their breathing slows, they sound a little sleepier now. They thumb at their belly, tracing patterns more gently now, idly, eyes half lidded. The predator suddenly having lost their previous mad energy. They laugh quietly, lick their lips, and yawn

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This beach is a perfect place to find snacks, unfortunately for you. But you don’t know that yet, hmm?

I tell you I’ve got something really cool to show you, beckoning you off toward the sea cave I discovered on my first visit here. You follow eagerly, completely unsuspecting. My stomach growls, waiting to be filled, but you don’t hear.

We wade through the water, stopping at the entrance to the cave. You turn around, beginning to ask me where the thing I wanted to show you is, when I pull you under the water (out of sight) and gulp you down ravenously.

I sit back in the cave, resting my belly on my lap and grinning as it sloshes back and forth. Swallowed a lot of water too - unfortunately for you. Must not be that much space in there, huh? It was cramped to begin with, but now…

You squirm dazedly and press out, confused, and I shake you around a little.

Slosh. GuuUUUUUUUUUurrrrgl…. 

You cough and splutter, trying to right yourself, and I sigh contentedly. You’re just the right size, you know that? Keep moving. That’s my favorite part.

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But also thinking about gulping down some cute, helpless little girls and boys until I get my fill! Dragging the tinies across my teeth and laughing at their pathetic cries as they see down my enormous throat!

I'd love to intimidate some little cuties with my big body and tease them about how cute I'll look with them bloating out my skinny little stomach.

Drooling and moaning as I feel each miniscule, wriggling body sliding slowly down my gullet, desperately fighting my gigantic muscles as my peristalsis overpowers them and pushes them deeper and deeper down.

The pit of my belly filling as the terrified little tinies pile up one by one, or sometimes two or three at a time! Eating and eating until I've swallowed up a whole village of the precious little things.

You better watch out if you're a tiny! Be careful around me. I'm usually nice and sweet, but if I decide to put you in my belly, you can bet I'll be very mean about it and easily get carried away. I have very sharp teeth... so be a good little tiny and let me swallow you whole, okay?

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Preds who force themselves to swallow down just one more prey, even when their belly is stuffed, sore, and swollen. Preds who have a vore addiction and can't stop themselves from guzzling down each cute prey they happen to find. Preds who are cruel and will push the limits of their physical pain just to ensure another prey is sent down their gullet, into the heap of other food they belong in.

Sure, they might belch up one or two lucky little prey, but the huge writhing mass in the center of their gut is still more than enough fuel to digest!

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If you’re gonna eat coworkers, can you start with Iris? She’s always messing up the budget reports and I’ve got to fix them, and then she takes credit.

I’ll…tell our manager you’re running out to Staples! Don’t worry, he won’t suspect a thing. would you… send me a few pictures when you do it?

Are you allowed to eat a coworker if you're hungry enough and they're annoying enough? Forgot lunch

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Part 1 of Surge’s com.

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It's been nearly an hour since you were pushed out of the stomach, through the curve of the duodenum, and down into the bowels of your devourer. You weren't sure how much progress you had made, but you were certain that there was still a long stretch ahead.

The small intestines were a lot like the throat; tight, slimy, warm, squishing you all over in a sort of weird full body massage. You were suckled all over by the countless villi lining the fleshy tubes, trying and failing to drink up whatever nutrients they could from you. All it did was add a soft, ticklish sensation to the whole experience.

There was a light pressure from outside as your devourer rubbed over you, and from down here you could feel the rumble of their purring. Clearly they were getting quite a bit of enjoyment out of feeling you slide through them, tracing their fingers along your path. All you could do was settle down for a long night...

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“so,” the villain said, voice smooth as black oil. “Where is he?”

The villain had captured, and shrunk the hero's sidekick down to a more manageable size, and had now contained them in a large glass beaker

The sidekick glared upward. “You think I’d rat him out to you? dream on, freak.”

The villain was undisturbed.

"let me clarify. I know where he is. Hes coming to save you. If hes found out youre missing that is -- i hypothesise, your hero will be too late. Too late to save you from me."

The villain flicked an invisible speck of dust off of their white coat, "after all, you are useless to me. I dont keep things around that have no use at all, i do hate clutter."

The sidekick’s eyes widened. “Wait--what are you going to do?”

“I am going to get rid of you." They said plainly, "I prefer something... economic. Organic disposal. Though you might be a bit hard to get down at this size... no matter"

They licked their lips absentmindedly. “Waste not, want not.”

The sidekick stumbled backward against the curved glass wall. “You’re joking. You’re insane.”

The villain only tilted their head. “Well, if you’re lucky, maybe your hero will find you in time.”

"You - you cant just eat me - it's, its not ethical"

The villain just laughed. Because the sidekick knew ethical practice wasnt the villain's modus operandi

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The lair door slammed open

“Where is he?” the hero demanded, boots skidding across the polished floor.

The villain's gaze flicked up. They were reclining in a high-backed chair, lab coat unbuttoned, one leg crossed over the other. Their hands were folded over the slight rise of their abdomen, rounder. distended. Satisfied.

A faint, glurrg issued from within the villain’s midsection, and they patted it absently, like one might after a heavy meal.

The hero gaped.

“No…”

“Oh,” the villain replied, “yes.”

"You monster,” the hero whispered, fists clenched. “He was innocent”

“Was being the operative word.” The villain picked their teeth.

"You...how dare you...... I .... should have gotten here sooner .. you had no right"

A muffled belch slipped from the villain’s lips. They dabbed at their mouth with the back of one gloved hand, utterly unbothered. “You’re too late,” the villain said, “But you’re welcome to stay. I find digestion so… educational.

And im definitely not in a state to fight you. So if thats what you want, please let it be known now, so I can arrange a visit from my henchmen."

The hero stood, stunned, while the villain reclined deeper into the chair- content, humming, a quietly working belly on their lap.

the hero watched it, the swollen belly under the fabric of their shirt. Lab coat draped across either side of it.

There, the chorus of bubbling gurgles and muffled churns filled the silence, soft and low and constant, and if not to personify an organ, content. As well

The hero swallowed thickly. That’s him, the hero thought. That’s… that’s my sidekick. In there. Breaking down. Being... used. His face burned.

The villain’s body was human, but what sat there wasn’t. Not entirely. There was intelligence behind those eyes, cruelty, sapience, but an equally true fact was that this was a predator animal. And it had just eaten their friend.

The hero flushed deeper.

“hello there?” the villain said. “I expected you to .... i dont know..... attack me?"

The hero couldn’t answer. Their eyes kept drifting down. To the villain's gut.

A wet, languid blorp rose. The sidekick. Gone. Reduced to meat and bubbles of sound inside that grotesquely (admittedly) attractive swell.

"Does it disturb you?” the villain asked. They gave their belly an affectionate rub. It let out a sharp grrggghhl, as if in reply. “You’re blushing.”

“Shut up,” the hero snapped- "You’re a monster.”

The villain’s eyes flicked down. Analysing flush blooming across the hero’s cheeks, the way their eyes wandered, the tense and awkward and vulnerable counterance.

It clicked.

"Well well well," the villain started. "What’s this? Feeling... intrigued, are we?”

"i can see you're trying not to stare - god - ....seriously, you're into this? Watching me digest your precious side kick?"

“i had no idea - I thought I was tormenting you, truly breaking you down by showing off what I did but. But maybe... maybe I’ve been teasing the wrong nerve.” They tapped a finger lightly on their gut, which gave a low, wet churn in reply. "Complete accident, my bad truly"

“I never meant to... uh... turn you on with my big, full belly,” the villain said, voice dipping into a playful drawl, to alieviate their own embarrassment at the awkward situation.

“Though, now I’m wondering if you’ve got a thing for predators digesting their meals... is that it?"

The hero’s face burned hotter, eyes darting away as they struggled for a reply, but the villain wasn’t finished.

“You can’t help it. I see it in the way you watch, the way you are getting all embarrassed. It’s... fascinating.”

Their fingers traced a slow, teasing circle on their coat above that soft swell. “Honestly, it’s almost flattering.”

The hero’s jaw tightened, lips pressed so thin. He wouldn’t admit it, couldn’t admit it, not aloud, not even to himself. But beneath the rush of fury and heartbreak, beneath the desperate need to be angry, the truth pulsed like a secret heartbeat: this was their ultimate fantasy. God it was embarrassing. Why today? Why now? Why..... them.

The villain shifts in their chair, awkwardly patting the curve of their belly as a soft 'brrruurp' escapes.

They wince, putting a hand over their mouth, too late.

“Uh, excuse me,” they murmur, cheeks going pink under the sterile lights. “I… I’m sorry. I really don’t mean to make this any more… enticing for you.”

the hero buries his face in his hands.

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Being alone with a pred you trust, somewhere isolated, like a cabin in the woods or a hotel room while everyone else is out for the day. They tease you about the fact that if they chose to gobble you up here and now. No one would be able to save you from them. You’d be completely digested before anyone came within miles or your friends come back from their day trip. You get very flustered and they back off mistaking it for nervousness “It’s alright I’m not going to eat you…yet” They go off to do something else leaving you red faced and completely preoccupied with a mental image of their admittedly attractive belly distended by your shape.