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Halloween Special (Blake and Cecil)

I really wanted to do a Halloween Special with these two idiots so here we are, Blake and Cecil go to a Halloween party and spooky vore related shenanigans (as well as really over the top silliness) occur

Contains M/M safe vore, belching, body worship, belly worship, silliness ect. Mention of M/M fatal vore

“Blake” called Cecil from the bathroom as he fixed his cape around his bulging shoulder “We need to leave, soonish”

“I’ll follow on after you” called Blake from their bedroom “I just need to put some finishing touches on my costume”

“Are you sure you’ll be ok making your own way down there”

“I’m perfectly sure” replied Blake “I’m more worried about you catching a cold in your costume”

“I’ll be fine” Cecil replied flexing his biceps in the mirror, hell yeah he was big, bigger than he had been before, he placed a hand on his thickened abs, Blake had knocked some assholes out who’d been bothering him on his way home from work and proceeded to feed them to Cecil. Blake had then sat on his lap and rubbed his distended gut until they were sludge being pumped around his body to make him even more huge. Blake was so very, very into his boyfriends size and his boyfriends muscles, in fact when he saw the costume that Cecil had decided on for the party (Hercules), Cecil could not help but see the slight look of what might have been termed pre-emptive jealousy, in his eyes. Sure the Hercules costume didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination, but Blake didn’t need to be jealous.

“If you’re sure… I’ll see you later, at Elsie’s”

“Make sure you get there safe - Love you”

“Love you too” Blake called back, the fondness in his voice setting Cecil back at ease.

He arrived at Elsie’s House which sat in the shadow of a large and ornate building. Her house was surprisingly cheap to buy, largely owing to rumours of it being haunted. Elsie, had immediately jumped on it, and to be perfectly honest the ghosts would need to be a bit more worried about Elsie than Elsie needing to be worried about them.

Cecil went up to the door and pulled on the chain, there was the sounds of feet and Elsie opened the door “Cecil Darling” she said as Cecil pulled her into a hug

“How are you” he asked

“I’m good I’m good, halloween’s my favourite time of year you know” she said cheerily. Unsurprising Cecil thought to himself - Elsie always loved the weird and wonderful - she was also a literal witch so that definitely contributed to it. No one had anything to fear from Elsie, unless they provoked her, or happened to be low flying aircraft. If Elsie’s boyfriend wasn’t already un-dead he might possibly end up dying again from the sheer panic of how terrible she was at flying her broomstick. “And how about you” she asked “and where’s your cute little cat” she said looking over Cecil’s shoulder

“I’m great” said Cecil “and I’m assuming you’re talking about Blake - he said he’d follow along”

“Well I hope he makes it here safely” said Elsie as she lead Cecil down the hallway and into the main room “Oh and we’re having some entertainment later”

“oh what kind”

“Oh well I can’t spoil it, but it’ll be great fun” said Elsie

Cecil circulated round the couples and singletons alike at the party, there was a fairly good mix some from the university some from the gym - still in gym clothes - his attention was however drawn by the elderly lady in the corner of the drawing room.

Done up like every stereotypical fortune teller, bangles dripping from her wrists, her hair curly and grey, covered by a long veil, shawls, long and flowing draped around her arms. She looked, Cecil felt like she belonged in a novel, or on a stage, but here she was in front of him reading fortunes of those who came by her table.

“Cecil” came her voice

“Sorry” he said “wait how do you know my name”

“I know everything” she said as he approached her. “It is my business to know” she gestured to her tarot cards and her crystal ball “for instance, you have a boyfriend named Blake, who works in Wrightman and associates and Wrightman - don’t forget about Wrightman”

“How on earth do you know that” said Blake

“Like I say it’s my business to know, but in this case I must claim that I would be predisposed to have such information”

“How?”

“I used to work at Wrightman and Associates and Wrightman don’t forget about Wrightman”

“It is a bit of a mouthful” said Cecil

“It is”

“Any idea why it’s called that”

“I think it was a typo” said the fortune teller

“Can you tell that from your crystal ball” asked Cecil

The fortune teller passed her hands across the object it question

“It was” she replied

“Ha” said Cecil as he sat opposite the fortune teller he noted that her eyes studied him scrupulously

“Do you not hold true the art of Scrying?” She asked

“Well” said Cecil “I suppose that I can be persuaded, though I hardly think it is possible to gaze into a crystal ball and see the future, like it’s a movie”

“Perhaps, but it is not to see the future as a movie that I scry, rather-more it is to see what possibly might happen”

“Do you mean you can see possibly futures?”asked Cecil

“I divine information from a variety of sources, take the rune stones when one is found face up the meaning of that stone takes its course, when found lying reversed…”

“the reverse occurs”

“Yes, perhaps, or perhaps the wrong question was asked”

“Forgive me but this seems to obfuscate the truth”

“which is what”

“That you seem to be a very observant woman who observes everything about someone before spookily telling them their fortune, in a sense you are a fortune teller who can see into the future and devine information but, I can’t see you doing it through supernatural means.”

“Indeed, well I do pride myself upon observation. But how about I tell you some things that I couldn’t possibly know”

“For instance?”

“The fact that you are concerned - mildly, for you know he has no reason to be - that your boyfriend is a bit jealous of you walking around in such a revealing outfit. He also might well be a little, though he knows equally that your heart and his heart are in each-others hands - and yes, I do see that he might…”

“How on earth do you know that” asked Cecil, “are you Martha?” He said very confused

“No my dear, Martha Oldcapple is a very sceptical person” said the fortune teller, “and in any case, how would Martha Oldcapple know about you fearing Blake was a bit jealous?”

He moved backwards as the Fortune Teller continued “Nothing escapes the Great Griselda” said Griselda spreading her arms wide “she sees all she knows all” she smiled in a grandmotherly fashion “would you like me to read your tea leaves dear?”

Somewhat later Elsie had dragged Cecil from a conversation he’d been having, to bring him to a back room of the house. The room had been turned into a temporary intimate theatre, staging had been set up and various mismatched chairs had been pulled to face the stage.

“I take it this is tonight’s entertainment?” Asked Cecil

“Yes” said Elsie cheerfully as more people filed into the room

“Is it everyone at the party?” Asked Cecil

“Not quite” said Elsie

“Huh”

“Oh just wait and see” said Elsie skipping away

The lights in the room dimmed and Cecil looked up at the makeshift stage as on to it came a number of people dressed in costumes, all were fairly skimpy, they danced honestly quite excellently and Cecil was enjoying himself until he suddenly realised that he hadn’t seen Blake since he left their flat. Blake was supposed to meet him here wasn’t he?

He looked back up on the stage as a third figure entered, small slight and wearing cat ears and a cat tail. Dark haired and grinning.

It was Blake, the feline in him being exemplified by his movements and of course the Cheshire Cat smile he had on his face, he blew kisses to the audience stopping at Cecil to give him a wink.

Oh you little brat thought Cecil to himself grinning genuinely impressed at Blake’s makeup and costume skills.

“Hello all you big handsome Gentlemen and Big Beautiful Ladies” called Blake from the stage, for being small Blake had a voice that carried “This man really wants a place to spend the night of all hallows eve in, after all tonight is when the spooks come out, and I don’t mind telling you, I’m scared to death!” He made an exaggerated gesture to raucous laughter.

“But I am not choosing just anybody” he said smiling “Whoever I chose needs to be able to be my hero”

A piano began to play in the corner of the room, as Cecil turned to look it was played by Elsie

“Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods” began Blake dramatically passing his hand through his hair as he said the Hercules he winked at Cecil

Is he dancing in heels thought cecil as he realised the couple of inches of heel Blake had on his boot, he also noticed with some mild jealousy that Blake was flirting playfully through the song with a slender man with Sandy hair in the front row dressed in Ripped jeans as a cowboy. Then with a Bulky Man in the back row with Red hair dressed as some random horror movie character Cecil was pretty sure, he hated horror movies, but besides that, both looked like they wanted to devour Blake then and there and were practically out of their seats. Blake turned on the second “Larger than life” looking directly at Cecil and grinning again, challengingly Oh thought Cecil to himself that’s his game is it? Well if he wants to play the flirt to make me jealous, he’s got me jealous.

Cecil rose from his seat even as the two other men did the same hurrying to the base of the stage, he had no idea what was in his mind but whatever it was it excited Blake as he only continued to get more and more dramatic and flirtatious as the song, fabulously sung, came to its finale. As Blake delivered the Final “I need a hero” a few things happened number one the ginger man and the Sandy haired man both practically leapt for Blake and Blake who had done a spin on his last line overbalanced and toppled off the stage, right as Cecil stuck out his arms and caught him.

Blake breathed s steady sigh of relief and then, looking up into Cecil’s face brushed his hand along his jaw and smirked.

“Ladies and Gentlemen I hope you are good losers cause this man, this gorgeous hunk just won the right to eat me up tonight”

“Hey” said the Sandy Haired man “that’s not fair”

“Not it’s not” grumbled the red-head

“And I thought you were a primadona” said Blake

“Watch your tone Prey” snarled the Sandy Haired man

“Or what” said Blake smiling

He didn’t wait for an answer lunging for Blake instead, for his trouble Cecil promptly kicked him in the groin The red-headed man possibly sensing that he maybe shouldn’t be bothering either of them scarpered.

Blake and Cecil then headed out of the room Blake smiling gently up at Cecil the whole time. His cuteness and feline qualities only being exacerbated by his costume.

That soon changed into a frown when both became aware of the sight of a small man dressed in a tight fitting all black costume who stomped up to them and scowled up at Cecil

“Oh so you’re here with your boy-toy” he said glaring daggers at Blake though his question was addressed to Cecil

“Oh for goodness sake” groaned Blake hating the antics of Cecil’s Ex

“What do you want Beau” asked Cecil

“My name is Jett” snapped Jett

“Of course it is”

“Did you forget my name?”

“Well you wanted to be treated as food and food doesn’t need a name” replied Cecil, this might have been intimidating for someone who was normal but I am sure you’ve gathered that Jett wasn’t really normal

“Hmmmmph, I’m sure that he wants to stay with you outside your gut”

“Yes, but he also doesn't mind spending time inside it”

“Argh” snapped the angry little man again “I don’t get it, I would have been the perfect protein meal why did you never eat me?”

“Because against all conceivable logic I cared for you, even now I wouldn’t do that to you, I don’t eat friends or Boyfriends unless they ask me to”

Possibly out of frustration Jett made a swing at Blake who smirking swung back knocking into Jett’s jaw.

“That’s enough” came Elsie’s voice

“Come on you’ve had your fun” said Ezra Elsie’s Undead boyfriend who carried Jett out of the front door of the house

“I apologise for any Trouble Elsie” said Cecil

“No need to apologise” said Elsie smiling “I’m just Glad that the Plan worked out”

“What plan?”

“That little show, Blake wanted to do it for you as well as the little competition for who would eat him up tonight”

“Kind of an unfair one since I already decided the winner” said Blake

“Top of the stairs on the left down to the bottom of the corridor,” said Elsie

“Is what” asked Cecil

“Your room for the night silly” she said smiling

“Thank you, thank you so much, but-”

“No need to thank me” said Elsie “just enjoy yourself, its a nice and quiet room”

The two of them got up to the room and sat on the bed. Blake sat in Cecil’s lap.

“Blake”

“Yes Darling” said Blake

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Fire away”

“Were you jealous”

“Jealous of you having your muscles out for all the world to see”

“Yes I suppose I was a bit worried and then the great Griselda told me you might be Jealous”

“I don’t know who she is” said Blake “I suppose I’m not so much jealous as a bit possessive, I know I don’t have to worry but like, whenever I see you talk to Prey guys, I suppose I feel a bit like you do when I’m around Preds, like you’re mine stay right beside me”

“I guess I was quite jealous when you were flirting with those guys”

“I know, but I also know I don’t have a reason to be jealous whenever you spend time around other prey guys,” he smiled again “Besides I get to touch kiss and worship your muscles and they don’t get to do all that and don’t worry about me flirting with preds, I’m all yourst”

Cecil gently bit on Blake’s ear “Mmmm all mine”

“Oh yes, you were going to be getting your rewards for being my hero” said Blake grinning “Well first things first I and you have to get out of these clothes”

Quickly they began throwing off their clothes it didn’t take much for Cecil to get down to his underwear but for Blake it took a bit longer and thus he gave Cecil a bit of a show as he stripped off his top and moved to his high heeled boots.

“I gotta say” said Cecil as Blake deliberately turned round to show his ass to him “Those boots make your ass look fantastic”

“You really are a gem” said Blake

“You danced fantastically in them” said Cecil grinning

“Thank you” Said Blake “Though would you believe it, I nearly fell over multiple times when I first put them on!”

“I am not surprised” said Cecil “Though knowing how clumsy I am I would have fallen over even more”.

Blake fell atop of Cecil (deliberately this time) running his hands all over Cecil’s massive body. “You are so hot” he said massaging Cecil’s pecs and his Biceps

“It’s all for you to admire” groaned Cecil as Blakes hands gripped his thighs and quickly kissed his way down his torso

Cecil for his part also felt up his meal who was groaning at the feeling of his hands everywhere on his frame and eventually they broke appart.

“You are still sure you want to do this tonight?” asked Cecil

“As long as I get let out yes” said Blake kissing him

“Good” and then Blake became engulfed by his massive boyfriend whose Jaws opened wide to swallow his Boyfriends slender form down his gullet and into his stomach, a safe spot to spend the night.

“OUUUUUURRRRRRRRP” Belched Cecil feeling the meal he had consumed settling into his gut

His distended belly left him beached on the bed, but it wasn’t like his other meals and another massive “UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRP” erupted from him. As with every time he ate Blake, it was a different feeling of being stretched out, this time it was a glutenous sated fullness. Blake curled in his bed for the night and Yawned

“Good night”

“Good-UUURRRRRP -night” belched Cecil rubbing his distended gut with both hands “You always fill me OURRRRRRRRRRRRPP - out so URRRRRRRRRRRRRP” well

His massive gut was gently massaging it’s guest for the night, not in the way in which it might normally have done for any of his other meals that were being sent on a one way trip, but rather gently and carefully. Blake was willing Prey, but more importantly, Cecil adored him and his body knew to be gentle and caring with this Prey in particular.

Cecil Lay back letting Sleep overtake him “Sleep URRRRRRRRRRP well my favourite meal” he said to his stomach. “OUURRRRRRRRRP, let my BOOOOOOOOOOOURRRRRRRRRRRP belly take goood URRRRRRRRP” care of you

“I love you Cecil” murmured Blake Quietly pressing a hand to the stomach wall

“I love you too Blake” said Cecil hiccupping and burping slightly.

Epilogue.

After rising in the morning and regurgitating Blake. Cecil and Blake went to Elsie to see if there was anything they could do to help her tidy up.

“You are very kind, but you need not worry” said Elsie “I’ve got everything under Control”

“I feel kind of bad, though said Cecil, like I’ve taken advantage of your hospitality”

“Good Gracious no, Blake provided the entertainment last night, and he wouldn’t have done that without you, and you helped rid the house of some very annoying house guests - so you absolutely are fine”

“Well I should probably go and thank the Great Griselda she was a very interesting lady and I wanted to talk to her again”

“The great Griselda?” asked Elsie confused

“Yes she did fortune telling last night” said Cecil “She had a Crystal ball and all”

“The only person who told fortunes last night was my Cousin Effie” said Elsie

“But she was there” said Cecil pointing to where her booth was to find no booth or even someone taking down a booth, but merely some glitter on the floor and a note written on blue paper he read it.

Many thanks for an interesting conversation, you have something special with your boyfriend. Treat him well and good things will come to you. You’re a lovely young man with a good kind heart so I know it won’t be hard, oh and say to Elsie thank you for the space to perform again and remind her to visit her aunty in Much Benning

The Great Griselda.

“How mysterious” said Blake

“I suppose we all have a fairy godmother” Said Elsie Dreamily

“A fairy godmother - she was a fortune teller”

“Yes but I mean someone who looks out for us” said Elsie “It’s a nice thought isn’t it”

“I hope to meet her again and I can introduce Blake to her” said Cecil

“Perhaps you will have to wait until next Halloween” said Elsie smiling

“Or it could be sooner than you think” said Blake smiling up at his boyfriend

“Who knows” Murmured Griselda to herself as she watched the two men hug their friend and her boyfriend before heading off “One things for sure, that’s a couple that’s staying together, I don’t need my crystal ball to tell me that!” she laughed and then vanished in a puff of smoke.

I wish you a spooky happy Halloween may all your nights escapades go off safely and fun-ly and I will see you with another tale at some point in the future xxx

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Really like this

Another redesign of Noctis with Amber safely tucked away in his stomach

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Man things are getting heavy

A Pred meditates on his increasing size with his girlfriend

No vore here but M/F fatal vore with weight gain is mentioned, contains mild sexual content

He was definitely getting fat of that there was no doubt. He jiggled the extra paunch as he looked in the mirror, once he had abs that could’ve cut steal now he had a pudgy gut that overhung his trousers. He sighed but brightened up when he looked at his pecs and at his arms, it wasn’t all bad certainly his pecs and arms had never looked better - not to mention his thighs calves and well, he surepptiously looked behind him his ass. This had mostly come from his girlfriends obsessive love for feeding him any girl she thought was getting in her way of having his complete attention, she didn’t need to do it he adored her, but he wasn’t going to stop her shoving delicious woman meat down his gullet.

There were the sounds of footsteps and into the room came his girlfriend, she wrapped her arms around his girth and kissed the underside of his jaw “Hello handsome” she said.

“Hello Gorgeous” he said turning round noting her hands smoothly gliding down his front and squeezing his gut, she smiled up at him. “Can I ask you a question, be honest with me”

“I am always honest with you” she said smiling

“Are you ok with me and like the way I look?”

“What do you mean?” she asked confused

“I mean this” he jiggled his fat belly “I think my pecs and arms and well everything has never been more muscular, but my belly, that’s gotten….”

“Paunchy” she asked

“Well yeah”

“I’m not ok with it” she said she looked at his facial expression which had fallen “I’m not only ok with it I like it, I love it” she said smiling “knowing that this” she squeezed his fat gut “I helped make you this gorgeous, not that you weren’t hit before, but this this extra bit of paunch, I adore it, moreover knowing that it’s made from those girls who tried to take you from me, I just find it so so hot”

“You’re sure you like it?” he said hesitantly

“Of course I do!” She said “but if you don’t like it, if you want to loose the belly and get your abs back, I won’t be angry or upset, I shan’t want you any less” she took his large hands in her smaller ones “It’s your body do what you want with it”

He looked back in the mirror. Pecs, arms, thighs calves and ass all surrounding a soft pudgy midsection, its crown jewel. He jiggled his midsection again it was fun and he glanced at his girlfriend who blushed, she clearly liked it. Hell yeah in fact he loved his belly what else could he do with it?

He turned round grinning “Got anyone you want to feed me tonight” he asked playfully as he advanced on her licking his lips he had backed her into the wall and gently boxed her in, she gazed up at him, she was pinned by his belly to the wall he smiled mischievously at her, “Or maybe I should just eat you up instead” he jumped in slight surprise as her hands caressed the belly she was being pinioned by.

“So soft and jiggly” she said squeezing it and lowering her head kissing it “I don’t have anyone to feed you yet, but I can give you the belly worship you deserve”

His face was red too “what, um how would you do that” he really wanted to know she was planning on doing because blood was also going to another part of his anatomy.

Quickly the remainder on his clothes were ripped from him by his girlfriend he did the same to her skirt and top as they stumbled backwards into bed

He was on top and double checked to make sure she was ok she grabbed his ass cheeks making him yelp and letting him know she was fine before giving him a little love bite bellow his collar.

“You’re so fucking hot” she whispered into his ear running her hands down his back

“You’re right there” he said cockily flexing one of his biceps “but in terms of hotness I think you have me beat”

“You cocky idiot” she said grinning at him, she pinched one of his fat rolls making him squeak, and playfully restrain her hands.

She gazed up at him his goofy smile making her want to tickle and squeeze him all over to see that smile over and over again to hear his laugh. He gently leaned down to kiss her which she eagerly rose to, their lips met in the middle.

They broke apart “ready to let me give your body just the right amount of appreciation?” she said, he only nodded and she quickly flipped them so that she was on top straddling him. God he was hot, his pecs and arms were large and full his thighs, which her hands gently grazed, were thick with muscle. But all of that paled to what was for her, his crowning jewel, his belly god it was delectable, full and fat the layers of adipose deposited on it from each woman she had shoved down her lovers greedy gullet. He’d always been so willing and so pliant and now she was getting his full permission to properly appreciate the results of her work.

“Are you going to just watch” he asked squeezing her thighs with his large hands “I can give you a bit of a show if you want” he popped his pecs and grinned at her cheekily.

“Mmmm I’m just enjoying the view” she leaned down over him her hair tickling his face “You should do this after an stuff a girl down your throat”

“What”

“Lie back like a good boy” she smiled like a siren at his flushing face “do you like it when I call you that” she knew that he did, she just wanted to tease him

“Yeah Yeah” he said

Her hands caressed his hairy belly her hands working over the soft layers of fat squeezing them, she’d been a bit nervous initially to do this, she wasn’t sure how much he liked his fattened belly, she didn’t want him to keep it if he didn’t like it but wanted to please her, but finding that he liked it made her very happy indeed - she would not hold back.

“You are ok with me doing whatever to you tonight” she asked

“Yes” he said smiling at her “you take the lead”

“Great” she replied

She squeezed and kissed his belly gently marking every inch of it with her mouth he for his part lost himself in the sensation of holding and touching her wherever she requested, so obedient she thought to herself by the time the sun rose on another day the two of them were so wrapped up in each other that they forgot they had a lunch date to go to.

When they remembered there was nearly no time at all to get ready so they quickly threw on clothes and bolted out the door of their apartment. One important thing to mention this was a lunch date with their bosses.

“Hi there sorry we’re late”

“No trouble at all” said his boss an easy going woman of about 70 odd years “you must have had a busy night”

Celia choked on her water and started coughing as the old lady blithely continued “I can see the love bites from here dear”

Hugh looked down and hell she was right he had thrown on a shirt and hadn’t buttoned it up all the way and there prominently displayed on his collarbone was a love bite given by Celia presumably last night.

“It is so good to see a healthy stable relationship, in this age of hookups and such like” she said sipping on her water “romance is not yet dead”

I might do something more with these characters if and when I decide to pick them up again I know this isn’t a full vore story and for that I do apologise but I will have one soonish I hope

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Love this kind of safe vore

His fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, that signature smirk teasing at the edges of his mouth. "Been hitting the gym hard lately," he comments nonchalantly, though his eyes gleam with something more mischievous. As he pulls up the fabric, revealing a landscape of chiseled abs and a tight, flat stomach, he can't help but flex slightly, making every muscle stand out more prominently.

"You ever wonder what it's like inside a gym rat's gut?" he asks, voice dripping with playful seduction. His index finger traces one of the abdominal lines, leading down into the depths of his navel. "Been working on these abs day and night, and trust me, they're not just for show. They form the tightest, warmest chamber you could ever hope to be in."

Leaning closer, his warm breath fans your ear, making you shiver. "I promise I'd keep you safe," he whispers, lips brushing against the skin of your neck, "but I won't lie — it's going to be snug, incredibly tight. The kind of tight that you can feel every ripple, every contraction of my muscles. And once you're nestled deep inside, you'll stay as long as I want, feeling every flex, every movement, every breath I take."

He pulls back, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that's almost hypnotic. "So, what do you say? Ready to become part of this gym bro's routine, snugly tucked away in the tightest space you'll ever know?"

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Tummy Jail for crimes of overexertion

Contains M/M safe soft vore, Belching

A very silly little vore scenario that I wanted to make. And will I ever write simple vore - Nah you are getting the full story the beginning middle and end lol - generally speaking I am aware I didn’t write the actual vore for Princely Belly Cuddles (Shameless Plug), I’m getting off track I do apologise.

When you’re a Pred Bodyguard sometimes you need to save your charge from themselves

In an ordinary Law Firm’s CEO’s office a middle aged woman in a pencil skirt swept in like a Spanish Galleon.

“Mr Grendel” Began Martha Oldcapple a long serving and long suffering secretary for many a CEO of this Law firm

“Ahh” Said Cole Grendel - head of Wrightman and Partners and Wrightman - Don’t forget about Wrightman!! “Mrs Oldcapple, I haven’t forgotten anyone’s birthday have I?”

“This is not about birthday’s, and you know it, this is about the fact that you promised you would go home early today”

“Did I”

“Yes you did” she said folding her arms like a less than impressed teacher looking at her boss, who was looking up at her, he met her gaze on the level but looked like he was going to start squirming like a misbehaving schoolboy at any minute “and it is now past 6 o’clock and the sun is setting”

“You are still here”

“I have been waiting for you to go home!”

“Well I’ll just be another minute”

“You said that 2 hours ago” she replied folding her arms

“She got a point” said Andre Brighton glaring at his boss, he was Cole’s bodyguard/boyfriend/partner - he genuinely didn’t know, they lived in the same house Cole always made him dinner, though Cole himself seemed to survive on caffeine and the stress of his own job and those around him. Technically as a Pred bodyguard it was his job to eat any threats to his charge, but - he was feeling that Cole was more of a danger to himself than any assassin.

“I don’t know why you are so against me staying here a bit later, you can go home”

“Point one we are all tired of you over working yourself and point two I won’t and can’t leave this office until you do” Said Andre

“Ok” said Cole “I’ll go now” saying this he lifted a stack of papers from his desk

“No” said Martha feeling like she was scolding a naughty cat

“But I have to - ”

Martha felt like she was dealing with the most idiotic boss on the planet - it appeared intelegence had an inverse relationship with common sense. He was a nice person but his penchant for overworking himself caused more stress for her than if he was a straight up dickwad. “You have to sleep - for a minimum of 8 hours, probably more to make up for lack of it you usually have, I mean when was the last time you slept - properly”

“Well I caught 8 hours on Wednesday the 14th”

Martha almost exploded with rage and frustration “IT IS NOW THURSDAY THE 29th” she bellowed “do you mean to tell me, that you last had sleep 2 weeks ago” she growled quietly

“Yes” said Cole,smiling placidly the bags under his eyes very, very clear

“Cole, Andre what exactly is the night time routine like at your house”

“Well I get back from the office with Andre I make us dinner”

“I’m not interested in your domestic bliss Cole” interrupted Martha massaging her temples “what time do you go to bed at?”

“He says that he goes to bed at ten” said Andre glaring at Cole

“Well these last two weeks” said Cole “I have been going to bed then, but then I get a bit of work done”

“Do you get any sleep at all” asked Martha

“Well I’ve been having micronaps” said Cole “the African elephant sleeps for only two hours at a time”

“You are not an African elephant” Snapped Andre, why did his charge have to be his own worst enemy

“Cole…” said Martha “How do I put this.. delicately” she paused “oh yes - You are the dumbest Boss ever”

“What”

“I had to deal with a chauvinist pig for a boss before,and you are dumber than he was because at least he knew that he had to sleep!”

“She’s really going for the jugular” muttered one of the employees who were totally eavesdropping outside the office Her Name was Adelaide and she was head of photocopying

“She’s ripping into him like a lioness” whispered Tessa the HR assistant

“Only this time it’s as though the lioness actually cares about it’s prey’s wellbeing” hissed Blake their resident Criminal Psycologist (Do law offices have those IDK)

“Cole Grendel, you are going to sleep whether you like it or not”

“I don’t wanna go to sleep” - he almost sounded like a petulant child and had Martha not been so furious at his pigheaded obstinacy she might have laughed, as it was she turned on her head and stormed out. Andre followed her out leaving Cole sitting at his desk. All at once the employees who had been standing at the door scattered like mice.

“He is an Idiot” said Andre

“Does he have a death wish” asked Martha to no one in particular

“This is the third conversation you you’ve had with him this month about him overworking himself” said Adelaide shrugging her shoulders “Now might be the time to take drastic action”

“I have chloroform” said Blake holding up a bottle of the stuff and a cloth

“How long have you had that in your desk?” Asked Martha

“Does it matter”

“No actually I don’t wanna know”, she turned to Andre “sometimes you’ve got to save your charge from themselves” she said

“You want me to Swallow him?” Andre Replied

“Yes, at least that way he can’t run” Grumbled Martha

“You underestimate him greatly” He said matter-of-factly

“Good point”

“So Chloroform?” asked Blake

“What is it with you and Chloroform recently” Asked Adelaide

“If it is absolutely necessary” declared Martha “we’ll use it”

“So what is the plan” asked Fredrika a young athletic lawyer, crossing her massive arms across her strong broad chest she was one who looked and sounded like she’d be more at home on a vast country estate yelling at pheasants.

“We use the element of surprise - no too cliche, we lure him out of his office and herd him to a spot in the building - be mindful though he may bite if cornered”

“ironic” chuckled Andre

“Oh Cole” said Martha, “they are remaking your favourite 80s Tv show, but it’s a dark and edgy reboot that does nothing but insult the source material.”

“How could they” bellowed Cole as he stormed from his office

“NOW” yelled Martha as the rest of the employees leaped into action charging forward towards Cole who made a mad dash for the stairs

“Maybe we can chase him home?” Yelled someone in the crowd

“No need, herd him to the east corner of the building” said Martha

“Are you all crazy?” He yelled

“Pot kettle black Cole” yelled the Janitor Leland as he joined the crowd

The crowd of workers chased their boss, in a rare turn of events this wasn’t a riot caused by poor working conditions, this was a riot caused by extreme frustration at the stupidity of their boss’s lack of care for his own wellbeing. He was a nice person and a decent boss, willing to work with anyone of his employees, he was also an idiot when it came to himself, plus well it had been a bit of a slow day and they all wanted some entertainment.

“We’ve lost sight of him damn it” said Martha, spread out. This being done she hurried to the back stairs.

Fredrika was crossing over the mezzanine floor when she spotted a short dark haired man scampering across the floor, it would she considered be a waste of time to run down the stairs, instead she hopped over the railing and yelled “TALLY HO” as she leapt down, she had seen Cole who shrieked and ran for the door to the basement but became acutely aware of a groan from beneath her.

“Urgh Fredrika can you please get off me, I feel like my bones are being reorganised”

“My deepest apologies Blake” said Fredrika briskly getting off of the smaller man and helping him to his feet.

“Don’t mention it” said Blake making sure all his bones, were indeed in the correct place.

“He went down there” said Fredrika approaching the door, she heard footsteps and Andre appeared

“ I heard you jump” he said to her “Where did Cole go?”

“Down there” said Fredrika

The three of them made their way down to the basement to find Cole apparently unconscious having hit his head on a pipe “Cole, Cole can you hear me?” Asked Andre

Cole slowly opened his eyes “Andre, you look very handsome”

Fredrika, had to work hard to not laugh at the blush that appeared on Andre’s face as he lifted Cole gently and carried him out of the basement

Cole petted Andre’s chest “what are your shirts made out of?”

“He might be concussed” muttered Blake

“He actually might be safer Concussed” said Fredrika

Martha was at the top of the stairs and sighed at the concussed Cole “Mr Grendell, Cole dear would you feel better if you were swallowed”

“Yes, I have Mmmfff” he was quickly shoved into Andre’s maw and in a few short gulps was packed into his stomach “hey lemme out - , oh this is actually quite comfy , I think I’ll take a nap zzzzzzzzzz” within seconds Cole had conked out. Martha sighed

“You are all free to go Cole will approve the overtime - you have all worked very hard today, I will go and lock up the office” the employees trapsed out soon after some laughing, some sighing. “Andre, you as well” she addded as she grabbed the Keys from her desk and grabbed papers of her own “Go home”

Andre placed a hand over his stomach feeling Cole move slightly inside and hearing a little sigh “Thank you and Good evening Martha”.

He turned and left the office and passed out onto the street he felt the rain on his skin and on his stomach, glancing he saw three people who had clearly been watching the office move slowly back into the alley. His stomach gently clenched protectively around Cole, he knew exactly who these people were and he wasn’t about to let them take Cole away from him. Quickly, he made his way to where Cole had parked their car, were they in a relationship, he thought to himself yet again, Cole trusted him with the keys to his car, always made him lunch. He felt a rumbling belch make its way up from his stomach, “bourrrrrrrrrp” Cole tasted amazing he thought to himself, he wondered if they were really in a relationship, then maybe he could have this feeling again and again. Probably even if they weren’t he would have to do this to get Cole to sleep when he was supposed to. “You absolute idiot” he said to his stomach, as he clambered into the car “You need to take breaks, I understand you feel the need to work all the time, but you need to sleep for goodness sake”.

The drive back home took a little over 15 minutes, Blake’s and his abode was a small house just outside the city made of red brick with a slate roof, he got out of the car went in the house, changed out of his suit and into a tank top and shorts, the better for letting his distended gut hand out and flopped back on the sofa. Protectively rubbing his stomach. “You Cole Grendel are a first class idiot” he said to his stomach, “In fact if there was a class of idiot higher than first I would put you there, you know why I had to swallow you, because you, yes you think you’re indestructible, but you’re not” he frowned “you are not a machine and heck even machines need to be switched off from time to time” he felt Cole squirm, probably it was to get more comfy but to be honest it could just as easily be because he was hearing what was being said and was reacting to it. “I, am going to come out with it Cole, I care for you deeply, you make amazing food, both in terms of your cooking and well, you tasted pretty nice, you always laugh at my jokes, and you give me amazing hugs” he groaned and facepalmed, “what am I saying” he asked to no one in particular “you can’t even hear me” he hiccuped and burped as Cole squirmed into what was, presumably for him a more comfy position Cole sleepily said “Don’t go Andre, I wanna cuddle” Andre Blushed, Cole might have a thing for him too and if he did this had become allot more complicated, for a start Cole would panic so much about the fact that he was Andre’s charge that he would probably faint on a regular basis and secondly any feelings Cole might have had for him after being swallowed near enough forcefully.

The weight of the smaller man was none-the-less strangely comforting and Andre was reminded of the way he felt after Cole served him really good food as he lay there on the sofa watching one of their favourite shows (of course an older episode he wasn’t going to watch ahead!) his Cole filled stomach occasionally squirmed as Cole shifted himself in his sleep. He really is adorable thought Andre to himself.

Andre himself drifted off to sleep on the sofa stroking his stomach gently. When he awoke it was because of a gentle tap on the inside of his stomach. “Andre are you awake?” It was Cole’s voice, quiet and small and he almost didn’t catch the almost whimper of “please be Andre” that came after

“I’m awake” Andre said quietly

“Ahh thank you” said Cole “I’m in your stomach I believe

“You are indeed”

“Um, you can keep me if you want, it shouldn’t be too difficult to get things running with Martha in charge”

“Cole do not finish the sentence you are making”

Cole blithely continued “Anyway, if you need anything I have leftovers in the freezer and fridge that should last you a month or so”

“COLE” Andre Yelled at his stomach

“Andre” Cole replied sheepishly

“Do you think I care so little for you that I would digest you without a second thought”

“Well I”

“No Cole, I care for you a great deal more than that, god in spite of your encyclopaedic knowledge of the Law and of Obscure Board games, you are stupid”

“I, I guess I am”

“Have you slept”

“Well I looked at my watch and it’s about 12 o’clock”

“Jeeze I swallowed you at about a quarter past 6”

“I’ve been asleep for nearly 18 hours!”

“Yes and you need it quite frankly” he slowly stood up “I need to let you out now so you can shower”

“Thanks”

“Martha says you can’t come into the office until Monday and you are to take the weekend off any sort of work” said Andre reading off the message Martha had sent him, though she had included more expletives and uses of the phrase “that damn idiot”

“um Andre

“Yeah Cole”

“Can I talk to you, outside your stomach”

“Like I said you probably need to take a shower so…” he slowly but surely regurgitated Cole, out of his stomach, up his oesophagus and out of his mouth.

“Thank you, Andre” said a very sopping wet Cole “But I did mean let me out in the bathroom so I can clean up easier”

“you make a salient point”

Cole rose to his feet completely covered in stomach juices he made his way, slightly unsteadily - to the bathroom. Andre, slightly unsure followed him , just in case he fell.

“Andre, I’m not going to faint - I promise” said Cole as he reached the bathroom “Just give me five minutes ok”

“Ok”

Cole stepped into the shower room and stripped off his sopping wet clothes and sighed. He had made such an unmitigated ass of himself hadn’t he. In between sleep he had heard what he thought was Andre confessing his feelings to him, he couldn’t lie - even though it was difficult for him to admit feelings for someone who was well an employee therefore opening up a whole can of worms that he didn’t want to think about - he couldn’t lie - if Andre had been confessing, he felt the same.

Andre made him feel safe, both physically and emotionally, and he loved cooking for him and generally being around him. He also couldn’t lie - Andre was hot, he was well built with a chiselled jawline and a mop of brown hair.

He let the water wash over him cleaning him of Andres stomach juices, mostly just mucous - he was thankful that Andre didn’t decide to digest him after all - honestly though being in Andre’s stomach was nice, it was a safe space, one that he had enjoyed being kept in, near enough the second he’d been in the chamber it had felt like he was perfectly safe, not stressed in the slightest and his tiredness had hit him all at once, in that moment all he had wanted was to sleep and so he had done so, the hit on his head, he thought as he gingerly rubbed at it, probably had aided in that.

He got out of the shower and dressed quickly slipping into shorts and a tee shirt before making his way up to the kitchen. Andre was standing there buttering some toast, “Showers free” he said to Andre

“Oh thanks, here I made you toast and there’s some coffee in the pot” Said Andre hurrying back, Cole busied himself with the toast, it really was nice.

Andre got back from the shower a few minutes later having dressed himself in shorts and a tee shirt, like Cole had.

“Andre, we need to talk” Cole said “your toast was delicious by the by” he added grinning awkwardly

The “we need to talk” had made Andre worried but the second comment set his mind (somewhat) at ease. He sat down beside Cole

“Andre, I first want to thank you for swallowing me last evening, it was the right call and you and Martha were right to tell me I needed to rest, and I ought to apologise for not doing so” he looked down at his feet “but what I wanted to say was that, I no longer need your services as my bodyguard” Andre’s heart skipped a beat at that and he was about to interrupt when Cole said “I want to be your boyfriend” the tips of his ears burnt as he looked at Andre whose mouth hung open “if you don’t wanna be that’s cool I just - oh oh” he squealed as Andre lifted him off the floor with the full force of his hug, Andre scooped him into a bridal carry and peppered his face with kisses.

“Of course I wanna be your boyfriend you idiot” said Andre once he’d got his breath back and his heart had returned to a normal pace “I was thinking allot about it last night - you are amazing, and stupid and hilarious and frustrating but I adore you”

“I hope that I won’t ever force you to use that restraining technique to get me to stop overworking myself” said Cole blushing up at Andre from where he was held

“If it makes you feel any better, you tasted wonderful, a very fulfilling meal”

“That’s good” said Cole smiling slyly “because I want you to do it again”

“Oh you are on!” Said Andre laughing.

The next week when Cole and Andre were back in the office they gathered all the employees together in the large foyer to make the announcement of them being together, they had already told Martha who had merely sighed and suggested that they call the employees together.

“We have gathered you all here today because me and Cole have an announcement to make” said Andre taking the lead as Cole was far too giddy to make one bit of sense

“Me and Andre are dating” said Cole excitedly

“Congratulations” said Leland clapping sardonically “you are officially the last to know.

Blake sprinted over to Adelaide in effort to renegotiate his bet or claim that he wasn’t actually saying that Cole and Andre would be revealed as dating by the middle of the month and after all they thought they had just started.

“You’ve opened quite the can of worms” said Martha

“How did they all know we were dating before we even started dating enough to have bets on it” asked Cole

“Oh please everyone knew it wouldn’t be long before the penny dropped on your end and you would realise that you’ve had a mutal thing for each-other and have been dating for over two years, speaking of which I have to go and settle my bet with Fredrika, you two have cost me a 20” said Martha as she walked away

“Well I suppose you and I will have to settle on someone for our first official date” said Andre grinning

“Oh well can we do a night in, I’ll make a delicious dinner and we can cuddle on the sofa” replied Cole

“Oh we always do that”

“My cooking is exemplary, and you don’t like being out too late any more than I do”

“I know something that will tickle your fancy”

“Do tell”

“We go out to dinner and then we take in a show, I know how much you love theatre, and there’s a new musical opening shortly, and I know how much you love musicals”

“I do love them”

“Well that’s settled” Andre made his voice low and whispered “And afterwards I can swallow you down” he bit Cole’s ear gently and Cole playfully batted him away

“Ok but tonight I’m making dinner and we are going to sit down and watch a movie”

“What movie”

Cole thought for a second “Bedknobs and Broomsticks”

“I happen to think that’s an excellent Idea” said Andre

I really hope you enjoyed this, it was a long process to write but I’m happy with how it turned out, I definitely will do more with this pair in the future, I gotta say Tummy jail is my favourite Safe vore thing

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The poor pred either got more than they bargained for!

Painful digestion but it's painful for the pred. The prey is having a blast while they get churned to mush, it's their favorite part! They're squirming around so much because they can't contain their excitement! Meanwhile the pred is hot and sweating from how big of prey they decided to eat, panting because they can barely breath, they have the worst indigetion imaginable, they feel themselves getting heartburn, they're exhausted, and worse of all they're not really adapted to squirmy prey, so it's just the most painful thing they've ever experienced so far.

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Loved it!

Chase walked into Popeyes and talked to the cashier behind the counter. "Hey can I get 4 supreme meals please?" Chase said happily as he rubbed his empty belly. The cashier looked disgusted and responded with, "are you sure you don't want a salad fat ass." Chase now irritated said no I'll be fine he says licking his lips. He then pays for his food and picks it up. Before he took it tho he looks around to see if nobody is around and lucky for him it's just the two of them. Chase grabbed the cashier's hands when taking his food and gave the man a smile before yanking him across the counter. " You should be a nice appitizer." Chase swallows the shocked cashier and gulps down his head in an instant. He then slowly pushes his body more into his maw swallowing his shoulders and arms. Now only the legs stick out of Chase's mouth and his stomach is already ballooning outwards. Chase then throws his head back and let's the cashier's legs slip into his stomach like noodles. He then pushes the wiggling feet into his throat and guides them down slowly. Chase smiles chuckles and let's out a long wet belch burping up the cashier's cap. BUUUUUUUUOOOOORP "Damn kid you were mighty tasty." He said picking his teeth. Chase grabbed his food got in his truck and went back to his house. As soon as he got home he brought in his food and set it on the table and laid back in his recliner and rubbed his bouncing gut. He started eating buscit after buscit, all his Mac and cheese and mashed potatoes with wedges along with 36 pieces of chicken. All the while chugging a gallon of sweet tea and rubbing his gut as it swelled and bounced due to all of the food falling into it. Once he was done he let out one long satisfied belch that rattled through out the house. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP "Damn boy that was some good ass eating." he said patting his dome of a gut that's now the size of a yoga ball. Suddenly his pants button shot off of his pants and his zipper undid it self leaving his belly to surge out as well. Chase pounded his chest one more time and let out one more long belch that caused him to burp up the workers uniform. BUUUUUUUUUURP. Chase chuckled and watched as his belly slowly died down. He started rubbing his swollen gut and drifted off to sleep.

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Derrick let out a long were belch and pulled up his shirt to show his work buddies his bulging gut. UUUUUUUURP, see this is what happens when you try to break into the IT department boys. Derrick's friend laughed, yeah dude this is like the third intruder this month. He then touched the bulging and bouncing mass and Derrick let out another long wet belch and two shoes came flying out of his mouth. UUUUUUUURP

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Chase walked into Popeyes and talked to the cashier behind the counter. "Hey can I get 4 supreme meals please?" Chase said happily as he rubbed his empty belly. The cashier looked disgusted and responded with, "are you sure you don't want a salad fat ass." Chase now irritated said no I'll be fine he says licking his lips. He then pays for his food and picks it up. Before he took it tho he looks around to see if nobody is around and lucky for him it's just the two of them. Chase grabbed the cashier's hands when taking his food and gave the man a smile before yanking him across the counter. " You should be a nice appitizer." Chase swallows the shocked cashier and gulps down his head in an instant. He then slowly pushes his body more into his maw swallowing his shoulders and arms. Now only the legs stick out of Chase's mouth and his stomach is already ballooning outwards. Chase then throws his head back and let's the cashier's legs slip into his stomach like noodles. He then pushes the wiggling feet into his throat and guides them down slowly. Chase smiles chuckles and let's out a long wet belch burping up the cashier's cap. BUUUUUUUUOOOOORP "Damn kid you were mighty tasty." He said picking his teeth. Chase grabbed his food got in his truck and went back to his house. As soon as he got home he brought in his food and set it on the table and laid back in his recliner and rubbed his bouncing gut. He started eating buscit after buscit, all his Mac and cheese and mashed potatoes with wedges along with 36 pieces of chicken. All the while chugging a gallon of sweet tea and rubbing his gut as it swelled and bounced due to all of the food falling into it. Once he was done he let out one long satisfied belch that rattled through out the house. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP "Damn boy that was some good ass eating." he said patting his dome of a gut that's now the size of a yoga ball. Suddenly his pants button shot off of his pants and his zipper undid it self leaving his belly to surge out as well. Chase pounded his chest one more time and let out one more long belch that caused him to burp up the workers uniform. BUUUUUUUUUURP. Chase chuckled and watched as his belly slowly died down. He started rubbing his swollen gut and drifted off to sleep.

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Biting Off More than you can Chew

Because I just love taking the piss out of Vore at times

I will pre-warn you this is incredibly stupid, even more so than, well most of my other writing.

contains Unwilling M/? Vore, kicking, general pain for the pred and mockery safe vore, well for the prey

A very cocky Pred finds themselves in a very painful situation

Kabedon, the act of slamming one hand or perhaps both against a wall to either protest a loud noise or, in the case of shojo manga a character using it to force another against the wall. Did the author get this from Wikipedia, we shall never know.

Right now a Pred by the name of Atticus Dextor was doing that right at this moment to a very unwilling prey.

DON “hey there”

“Get away from me or I’ll make your insides your outsides”

In spite of the height difference between Atticus and his intended prey, the prey in question was 100% capable of making his insides his outsides, but Atticus whilst he is undoubtably attractive is too stupid to realise this, and for our entertainment will literally bite off more than he can chew.

“Aw come on, I’m hungry, I’ll let you out” said Atticus.

I should note that he is telling the truth, stupid he may, almost certainly be, malicious he is not.

“That as may be, I have no interest in getting my hair wet, I spent all morning on it”

Yes the prey in question is exceptionally vain, but at least they have a brain

“How long did it take you”

“An hour and a half”

“That’s how long it took me to tie my tie”

It can be assumed by you dear reader that either it took him literally an hour and a half to tie his tie, or Atticus doesn’t know about how time passes. The reality is we will never know.

“You really are a pretty face with nothing behind the eyes”

Ok hunny thank you for stealing my line - even though I created you and therefore you can’t have taken any lines

Listen I’m about to be eaten by this model ass looking man with no braincells to speak of, so how about you shut up?

Point taken

“I have stuff behind my eyes”

“It’s an - ok whatever”

Not the smartest move our prey will make

“Oh great” said Atticus “You won’t regret this”

But you will Atticus oh how you will regret this

Atticus leaned forward and wrapped his long python arms around his prey “Atticus I swear to- mfffffff”

Atticus swallowed his meal hungrily bringing more of them into his belly which swelled over exposing it’s surface to the outside world, once they were securely tucked inside he belched at patted his gut

“BOARRRRRP damn you made good eating” he said

“ATTICUS IF YOU DON’T LET ME OUT THIS INSTANT THINGS WILL GET EXTREMELY UNPLEASANT HERE”

“Aww no just stay in there it’s really comfy”

“IT IS SLIMY AND CLAUSTROPHBIC LET ME OUT”

A very sharp kick to his ribs brought up another belch and a pained yelp

“Owwww”

“LET ME OUT, DO YOU HAVE A HEARING PROBLEM”

“Please, urrrrrrp, stay a little hicc barup, longer”

“No way”

Another sharp kick was all it took, Atticus bent double and regurgitated his Prey onto the floor, they stood up disgusted then walked away with an arrogant hair flip

“Hey wait”

“What”

“Can we do this again sometime”

“ARE YOU AN ACTUAL MASOCHIST???

This was fun to write it’s also the shortest piece of vore writing I think I’ve done, I may do a lil bit more with Atticus in the future

Right now I have way too much many projects in the works, both M/M and M/F related, I hope you enjoy both this and the future works that I make, s well as any of my previous work

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Vore pred

How has no one done more vore with this guy and the guys from the original Temple Run, when it catches the player it eats them.

Perfect for Vore

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Safe Vore Thoughts

Preds having a separate stomach for their Prey than they do for food has to be my favourite safe vore thing. I’m currently writing a bit of safe vore at the minute (alongside a bunch of other writings lol) and the idea of a safe little pouch - perhaps a storage stomach that a Pred had to keep their Prey in - where that Prey is romantically involved with them or not is just so sweet.

I adore any and all vore Preds that make that possible especially half human ones - Naga Preds, Merfolk Preds, Centaur Preds ect. Love them all and human preds with more than one stomach too.

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Frustration from typos lol

It’s got to be one of the most frustrating things when you as a writer make a stupid typo in your work - that you only notice after you’ve posted it.

Going over the post I made yesterday, and finding mistakes I thought weren’t there yesterday is torture because, I like my stories to be, as far as possible, grammatically accurate and well spelled.

Ah well what can you do

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Still here

Contains Implied Sexual Content

Contains safe M/F vore internal rubs and angst

The man lay lazily on his bed rubbing a pale stomach full of the woman who was his wife. Weeks ago he would have been terrified by this idea but here and now he felt no fear only two feelings - the first a sense of deep gratified fullness and the second of relief - there was no safer place for his wife than in his stomach. Yet how had this happened he pondered from the day they had met he had feared the idea of devouring her or anyone he had sworn off that for years and yet now here he was both fullness and the knowledge that the woman in his gut was going to be safe and in his arms in the morning.

The man’s actual name was unpronounceable to humans so he tended to go by a simple name of Leopold or more simply Leo. The woman in his belly was called Theodora or simply Dora.

Leo was not a human, he was well not quite a demon but certainly not quite an angel, he had gotten lost one day in the human world and was fascinated by them - there was just one problem, he needed to eat them, if there had been any sustenance that would have done he would happily have taken it but no only whole live meals would do to settle the aching pain within him. He who feared harming people most of all tried his best to find the worst of the worst to devour but even that hurt him to do, for he was in his hearts a gentle soul. So he tried his best to limit his indulgence.

Then he’d met Dora a beautiful woman with long and flowing hair and an appreciation for his wonder of the world.

He and she and fallen for each-other and he asked her to be his bride.

It was surprising that, prior to their relationship Leo had never had anyone. He was handsome and rich, the lack of family, well it was assumed that they most likely had passed. However most women it seemed prior to Dora found him well - annoying. Dora liked him and her own family were glad that after a succession of unfortunate escapades with a variety of rakes that she was now with a stabler sort of person “Even if he is a little odd! But after all, aren’t we all”.

Now there came a problem he hadn’t eaten in the year before he met Dora and after they had courted it was another year still, he was so so hungry on their wedding night that he was shocked that he hadn’t devoured her then and there.

instead he turned his attention to other foods hoping that he could distract himself from the thought of eating humans by eating alot of other things, and whilst some came close none of the things or indeed how much he ate was ever able to cure the pain in him. Cooks and hosts alike were delighted to have him come and eat for he easily and happily devoured twice or three times the amount of food others did. He always put it down to a naturally fast metabolism.

But one night he simply could not hold back anymore he was feeling iller and iller he needed food, proper food a proper meal.

“Beloved come to bed” said Dora sitting in her teagown at the edge of their bed.

“Darling I I - Can’t” said Leo pacing up and down

“Leo”

“Dora” he said he felt close to cracking, she smelt so so good, but he couldn’t - he’d never forgive himself if she died because of him. Or rather in him.

In me where she belongs said a dark part of his mind, where she can’t get harmed where she’s a part of me all tucked up and safe.

He wasn’t sure what was causing it but pretty soon he was walking towards her.

“That’s more like it Leo” said Dora as he sat beside her “Now tell me whatever is the matter”

“That you” he began then stopped he was a monster - he couldn’t do this to her he’d have to man up and find someone who wouldn’t be missed, but that meant leaving her alone and who knows what might happen if he was gone too long looking for the perfect meal. It should be her growled the dark part of him make he the part of you she was always meant to be “I can’t” he finished lamely. His stomach grumbled she looked at the organ and up at him smiling in her sweet and kind manner “do you want me to make you something to eat?” She asked. “I want to eat you” the words were out of his mouth before he realised what he was saying the part of him that wanted her there in his belly was taking over. “What?” She said

“You heard me” he heard himself say “I want you inside me in my stomach whilst I belch and moan” he felt a blush rise to his cheeks, previously those he had eaten had been just that, meals there was nothing more to it than that, but this was so different, this felt, well - naughty. He flushed deeper and moved back from her. She however moved closer to him. “I’m sorry I’m sorry” he said forgetting his hunger for a moment for sheer embarrassment. “Oh I won’t forget it” she said “I am assuming the devouring of me isn’t metaphorical” at this she tugged at her teagown teasingly exposing her nightgown beneath and the neckline of the garment which was quite low indeed. In spite of himself Leo felt blood rush to a certain part of his body. “Tell me why”

“I, I”

“You arn't exactly human are you”

“How did you know” he asked

“Most in fact no humans that I know are incapable of devouring an entire woman of my figure”

Dora was indeed voluptuous but that hadn’t been why Leo had married her though physical attraction was of course part of his reason for his deep love of her

“I am something slightly indescribable, I’m not a demon” he said

“I rather assumed that based on the fact that you were able to go into the church were we were married” she said

“I’m not an angel either, I am I suppose the best word would be a neutral spirit”

“hmmm go on” she said

“Years ago I well got lost and decided that I wanted to learn all about humans and I joined your society, the problem is I need to, well I need to”

“Eat people to survive”

he looked shamefacedly at the floor “yes”

“So how did you deal with it”

“I started by trying to only eat some of the worst people, violent criminals and that sort of thing - but even that hurt too much so I tried to limit myself as much as I could”

“And then you met me”

“I hadn’t fed in the year before we met - then after that we were moving through a dizzying amount of events I was so tired, but something was growling within me, on our wedding night I don’t know how I was able to stop myself from devouring you then and there” he paused “Since then, my hunger has only become stronger and I think it’s because of a twisted desire to protect you and to fill myself” tears filled his eyes “sometimes I dream that I can lie here on this bed with you filling me up - but I could never do that and be happy, you are too important” he began to sob into his hands “I’m sorry you married a monster, I’ve eaten people they’re a part of my body I’m a living graveyard” he managed to say or rather groan out between sobs.

He felt a gentle touch upon his shoulder, then a weight pressing down on his lap, then his hands being pulled away from his face whilst his wife looked at him. Not with fear or hatred but with compassion and maybe slight exasperation.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why, why do you think?” He choked out

“I would never think that you are a monster” she said gently cupping his face in her hands

“You don’t”

“No I don’t” she said

“but I”

“Yes you ate people, but someone as kind as sweet as you are wouldn’t do that lightly”

“But,”

“But nothing” she wiped his tears away “You shouldn’t have let yourself get into such a state, you should have asked me”

“But you would have died if I’d eaten you!”

“You aren't the only one with a secret Dear Leo” she said leaning forward to kiss him

“What?” he said as she lovingly tousled his hair

“Look at me” she said “I want to see your beautiful face” he looked at her his face still slightly wet from his tears his blue eyes slightly red from crying

“I’m a witch”

“What”

“You heard me a witch, you can eat me, digest me even, and I will be perfectly safe”

“How?”

“Why with the aid of this” she said pulling a necklace from out of her nightdress.

“What is it”

“Reformation necklace she said smiling, she had intended to use it in case she had ended up actually being in danger but, she wasn’t in any danger with him.

“So, I can give in and you’ll be ok?” he asked gazing at her his eyes slightly red from crying

“Perfectly fine, I’ll wake up in your arms in the morning

Suddenly she found herself being gently but firmly flipped and pinned beneath him, his hand supporting her head.

He looked over her like a lion about to devour a gazelle. She grinned, enjoying this power she had over him. “Are you sure you don’t wish to taste your meal?” she said. She guided his slightly shaking hands to her teagown and then her nightdress.

Leo looked at her, she was like a goddess to him, her long hair pooling beneath her body, which was full and voluptuous all of it, her breasts and hips stood out to him especially, she needed no padding to help achieve the fashionable silhouette. He hungrily took in her body feeling blood rushing to his face - this wasn’t how a gentleman was meant to act, but at the moment he didn’t care, as his hands went to his nightshirt

“Fair’s fair right?” he said looking down at her, now it was his turn to guide her hands to his nightclothes, helping her take off his nightshirt and drawers.

Dora looked up at him and flushed she had never seen him naked, underneath his clothes he hid a gorgeous body. Biceps thick and strong off of a torso that was thick with muscle, and formed the perfect V with his slender hips light patches of hair ran up and down his body. Sure he was going to eat her but she licked her own lips at the man atop her.

“Do I please you?” He asked

“Yes” she breathed “and me?”

“Yes” he whispered literally drooling over her

They were both naked and she was beneath him it occurred to him then that they had never actually consummated their marriage he looked down at her she looked back a hunger of her own in her eyes.

“Do you want to…” she asked

“Yes” he said leaning downward and kissing her deeply.

Once their desire for each other had been sated it was now time for Leo’s stomach’s hunger for his wife to be sated.

Leo lay beside his wife holding her hand panting slightly unsure of where to begin so all he could say first was “Can I eat you now please?”

She rolled over and propped herself up on her right elbow “Yes of course” she said

“Promise me you’ll be fine?” He said propping himself up on his left elbow and gazing into her eyes

“I will be fine” she promised

“Shall I take you by the head or by the feet” he asked

“I’m your meal” she said “you choose”

He grinned “I choose head then”

He was gentle with her sitting up and then after she had done the same pulling her onton his lap he gazed into her eyes for a few seconds then opened his mouth wider than a normal man is able to and gently gave his wife’s face a lick he moaned “so good”. Slowly and gently he titled her head towards his mouth and engulfed it gently he brought more and more of his wife down his gullet savouring her taste, sure he’d get to do this again but that didn’t mean his first time doing it didn’t have to be special.

God she was delicious her entire form seemed designed to drive anyone with a penchant for eating women mad. But no one else was going to touch her, he thought jealously as her legs started to tip down his gullet, no one but him her husband could devour her, she was his just as he was hers. No one could eat her except for him and he wouldn’t eat anyone except for her.

His lips closed over her feet and he belched - a low rumbling sound that surrounded Theodora- and moaned “you were incredible” he said “you are incredible” he added “I am so so glad I get to taste you again and again”

“Indeed” she said from where she was curled in his belly it was clean his dinner and evening cake and tea clearly cleared from it. His stomach had a pinkish colour and was almost hugging her like it knew she was a special guest that wasn’t merely food. It gave a gurgle and she heard her husband belch and moan from above her.

“He’s sticking true to his word” she said to herself, whilst her husband enjoyed himself feeling full they were the practical concerns and she quickly muttered the spells necessary to allow herself to reform.

“You feel so good inside me” moaned Leo as a fresh belch brought up more of her flavour

Theodora smiled at her husbands clear forgoing of manners ordinarily he might have excused himself but not this time, he seemed more than happy to let go of all manners and enjoy the feeling of her inside him. She was very happy in him, she felt safe in his arms at night, but inside of him she couldn’t feel safer, no one could harm her Leopold, her darling wouldn’t allow it, his body was strong and he could take on nearly anything that might wish to harm her. He could protect her, and she would protect him she thought dreamily.

His stomach gurgled happily around her bringing forth digestive fluid which began rising steadily about her. It didn’t hurt at all in fact it felt quite pleasant.

“I’ll see you in the morning my beloved” said Leopold clutching his belly tightly and kissing it as his body began to claim his wife as its own, making them for the time at least he thought one he belched again more of her flavour coming up and lay back on their bed. “So so good” he moaned.

Some time during the night true to her word Theodora reformed beside her husband and was enveloped in his arms soon after.

The morning dawned and light streamed in over the sleeping couple comfortably lying together.

Leopold was the first to wake and took in his sleeping wife with joy - it had worked she was still here and she was still safe, he nuzzled into her hair breathing in her scent. She herself woke up a little after him and smiled

“Good morning handsome” she said

“Good morning beautiful” he replied

They kissed, gently at first and then with a bit more passion, it seemed like it was his turn to be beneath her when they heard a knock outside the door.

As fast as they could both got under the covers and drew them well up to their chins “come in”

One of their maids - Penelope - entered, whilst others might have gotten flustered at the sight of what was presumably two naked people, judging by the night clothes still lying where they had been cast off on the floor, Penelope was seemingly someone with absolutely no interest in humanity what so ever, she might have witnessed the events of last night with no comment other than a grumbled one of “drooling on the sheets makes extra work”

As it was all she asked was whether her employers would be taking breakfast in bed or whether they wanted to eat as normal in the morning room. This information ascertained, she left with a prim curtsy.

“Incredible, she has no interest in anything untoward” said Leo pushing the covers down

“She is one of those people who has accepted that she will see all sorts of things” remarked Dora with a rueful smile

Penelope meanwhile was laughing to herself imagine the look on Eliza’s face when I tell her I saw our employers naked, she thought oh the entertainment they bring me I should never like to leave this job.

Sighing Leo stretched and said “we should probably get up” he said Dora nodded and got out of bed.

She pulled on her chemise and as she was getting into her corset, her husband said, “Theodora, am I bigger than I was?”

He turned to find her husband standing looking at himself in the mirror, he had his drawers on and was clutching onto his stomach, normally this was trim and flat forming the manly V shape he usually had. Now however she noted with pride, thanks to her he had a slight overhang of soft pudgy fat.

She came up behind him and gripped the additional pudge with a smile kissing him on his back.

“You certainly are”

“How… wait a minute is this because of you?”

“Yes” she said “I think it is”

He wrapped his arms around her then, holding her close to him. “I want to do this again!” He said

“Tonight” she asked grinning

“Yes” he said a smile spreading across his face showing his sharp canines

“I think you and I have found something brand new to enjoy” she said

“I think we have indeed” he replied

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach in some cases yes, but Theodora had already captured Leopold’s heart and his soul without needing to go through that route, so perhaps it was the case that his stomach had brought them closer together instead of driving them apart.

[bannanasrus]

A little more on Prey/Pred Dynamics

Call me alternative, newagy or whatever. But I really really like in certain vore scenarios, the prey being given a little more agency.

I get that a large part of the appeal is the Dominance of the Pred, but I guess from a writing perspective I really like a bit of flavour (pun absolutely intended) in vore and I would like to see Prey that give as good as they get, not in the sense that they become preds themselves, that’s actually something I dislike intensely lol, but Preys that fight back from their position as prey.

It can also work if the vore is less serious and more casual, say couple vore - one of my fave vore types and I’m kinda sad that most I see falls into the betrayal/fatal vore category, which is not what I want in couple vore stories. That took a tangent lol but what I mean is basically in couple vore scenarios the Prey kinda makes the Pred work for their meal (I’m actually writing a wee bit for this kinda scenario now). Whether that’s “taking care” of them or by having a bit of fun.

IDK I just like giving the Prey a bit of agency back

[bannanasrus]

First Meeting

How Blake and Cecil first met.

contains M/M vore, digestion, Belching, Belly Rubs

It had been on second thoughts unwise to come back home through this part of town. Pondered Blake as he sat on the street looking up at his assailant a man dressed in all black with a gloating expression on his face.

“Well looks like you were kind enough to both give me dinner and buy me dinner in the future” he said grinning maliciously.

“I didn’t do that out of the goodwill I have for you” replied Blake “That decision was rather taken from my hands when you mugged me”

“Ehh, whose gonna care?”

Blake thought about it and replied: “I haven’t given that much thought”

“For someone about to get eaten you seem very calm…” grumbled the mugger “Usually my prey scream and squirm all the way down”

“Number one I have the interests of my dignity to maintain” said Blake scowling in such a vicious way that the mugger took a slight step back “Number two, well, the end comes for us all right? Sooner or later you too will end up crossing the bridge and perhaps it’ll be a stickier end than you think”. Blake didn’t know why he was even bothering to talk with this pred. One he was fairly ugly looking it wasn’t as though he got to stall so he could look at a nice face and two it wasn’t as though chatting was going to save him at this point. He vaguely heard heavy footsteps somwhere.

“Alright then” said the mugger still a little put out “let me at you”. Blake shut his eyes willing the next part to be over quickly.

The wetness reaching all over his face never came. Instead, the footsteps got louder as the person who was making them sprinted closer. Instead of a wet squelch and slurp of him being devoured and the sounds of his Pred’s digestive system, he heard the sounds of a brief struggle a “what the he-aghh” from the mugger and the sounds of another person being devoured. A thick wet belch followed.

Blake opened his eyes there before him stroking his distended gut, was a very big man indeed. He had short brown hair and was, well, to Blake at least if Hercules wore a suit and tie - and had man sized gut protruding from his middle.

Oh god thought Blake this is it a real life big bad pred, he just wanted to remove the competition and now he’s going to want to have me as a snack

“Sorry” said the Pred leaning forward and downward proffering his hand “I should have offered you my hand” Blake gulped his calm in the face of certain doom had drained away and now he was beginning to panic

“Are you ok?” Asked the Pred, had Blake not been in fight or flight mode he would have noted the genuine concern in the Pred’s voice, as it was Blake shrieked and punched the Pred squarely in the nose.

The Pred reeled back clutching at his nose “owwwwww” he shrieked “My nose is broken, my face owww.” He whined Blake stared at him “Is it bleeding, is my nose bleeding?” He asked clutching at it in such a way that had Blake actually wanted to look at it, it would have been impossible.

Blake felt all of his fear go to be replaced with mild annoyance. “I thought you were going to eat me!” He said, but the dramatic Pred was not listening to him in the slightest.

“It’s bleeding” he said withdrawing his hands away from his face “you made my nose bleed, for a little guy you sure pack a punch” he sounded impressed but still whiny.

Taking one hand away from his nose he offered it again to Blake “do you need a hand up?” He asked again, Blake feeling slightly bad for having punched the guy in a fit of fear - though still thinking he was being a little over dramatic - he couldn’t have sit that hard - accepted it and pulled tissues out of his pockets offering them to the Pred to stem his nosebleed.

“Thank you” said the Pred politely but with the sound of someone with a pinched nose - that after all was what was currently going on.

“Um I’m sorry for punching you” said Blake awkwardly “But, I was scared and I thought you were gonna eat me, like you did to that guy”

“Why would I do a thing like bourapppppp that” said the Pred

“Cause you’re a huge Pred who just ate a guy in front of me” replied Blake

“Well yeah I ate him, and if you really want I can eat you too once he’s all digested, but to be honest I don’t want to”

“Why?” Asked Blake confused as to why a Pred of this guys physique who could have easily eaten him and his assailant was turning down an easy opportunity for a meal

The Pred belched again and Blake turned his head away both to avoid the force of it and to try and hide his expression from the Pred.

“You haven’t really done anything” said the Pred, Blake turned his head back around to look at the Pred who was looking almost awkward another belch erupted from his mouth.

“That shouldn’t matter to a Pred like you? Said Blake

“It kind of does” said the Pred “I don’t go around eating random people like that guy there, number one you never know where they’ve been and number two, well it’s just not the way is it”

“What are you some kind of Hungry Vigilante?”

“I prefer the term concerned citizen” replied the Pred slightly huffily “vigilantes run around in westerns and I couldn’t do with all the sand”

“Sand?” Asked Blake incredulous at the, well, the silliness of this Pred

“Yes, sand and scorpions, oh and don’t forget the spiders”

“You know that vigilantes existed outside of westerns, right?”

“Yes well, that’s all well and good - but back to what I asked you, why do you think I would want to eat you?”

“Well, you stopped that guy from eating me, and I thought you’d try to scarf me down too, like you were removing the competition as it were”

The Pred belched again, his stomach seemed to be working quickly as with that wet belch a black piece of clothing had come out

“He didn’t struggle much” mutterd the Pred more to himself than anything “why would I remove the competition for someone I don’t want to eat - and again you haven’t answered my question?” He took the tissues away from his nose - the nosebleed seeming to have cleared up.

“Cause you’re a Pred and that’s what you do” said Blake

The Pred looked wounded “I’m not that kind of Pred, I limit myself to those who ask for it”

“But you look like you don’t”

“First impressions and first meetings can be deceptive, for example I didn’t imagine you would pack such a punch and yet you gave me a nosebleed, speaking of which is it broken please tell me it’s not broken, my face…”

“Your nose looks fine” said Blake rolling his eyes, though he disliked admitting it, not out of principle but out of annoyance, he felt safe with this Pred, well the guy who had saved him.

“Ah thank you” said the Pred “and thank you for the tissues”

“Don’t mention it” said Blake, his eyes trailed to the Pred’s midriff and he blushed, the Pred also saw this and blushed too

“Like what you see?” He asked teasingly

“I - um” Blake said, this Pred was hot objectively, and well, the big stomach well that weirdly made him feel safe, especially since the assailant who had tried to eat him was currently being digested down to nothing in it, and well the Pred wasn’t gonna try to eat him so… without saying a word he walked up to the Pred boldly (still flushing) and began to reach out a hand

Now it was the Pred’s turn to stutter “um I I I”

“What” said Blake teasingly “you asked if I like what I saw - why tell you when I can show you - first rule of storytelling show don’t tell” he gently touched the Pred’s stomach that stimulation being enough to bring up a short but deep belch which made the Pred flush a deep deep crimson and made Blake feel like he had a bit more power in this than he thought he had. He began to rub the Pred’s gut which the Pred most certainly hadn’t expected judging by the slight moan that the action elicited

“That feels so good…” said the Pred

“Since we are doing this rather intimate action” said Blake “I feel we should be on name terms - my name is Blake, what’s yours?”

“Uhhh Cecil” said Cecil who seemed lost in the happiness of having his tummy rubbed - if he’d had a tail Blake was sure it would have been wagging - he seemed to come back slightly to say “my name is not ‘Uh Cecil’” he said “it’s simply ‘Cecil’”.

Blake held back a laugh, no Cecil wasn’t a big bad Pred, he was more of a big puppy dog.

Cecil belched again ejecting a sopping wet tee shirt at his feet

“My my, your stomach works quickly” said Blake, Cecil blushed deeper than he had done

“Eh eh uh uh um” he stuttered, sure he loved attention but coming from someone who has right at his stomach, that was a whole other ballpark. He had to meet this guy again, luckily for him Blake had the same idea.

“I need to get going, but I’d love to see you again, maybe with a more normal meal in you!”

“Yeah” said Cecil suppressing a belch that threatened to come out in Blake’s face “I can give you my..”

“Here’s my number” said Blake smiling as he handed it over to the very flustered Cecil “Can we meet for coffee or tea or cake or whatever sometime”

“That sounds great!” Said Cecil “I don’t really drink so a tea or a coffee somewhere sounds nice”, he had felt what he thought was the last of his gas slowly dissipating, his stomach settling in for the work of reducing the harder to digest parts of his meal

“Excellent, hey why not tomorrow morning at the Corner Cat Café” said Blake who seemed pleased “That’s if you’re done with that guy” he said

Cecil wanted to reassure him that by tomorrow the guy in his guts would be nothing more than a thickness in his pecs or abs or other muscles, but Blake gave a very firm pat to Cecil’s gut quietly marvelling at the speed of the Pred’s digestion. This caused the dislodgement of a large amount of gas which traveled up Cecil’s oesophagus in the form of a final loud wet belch that brought out of Cecil’s mouth a sopping wet half digested hoodie which landed directly on Blake’s face. Cecil went the deepest shade of red anyone might have ever gone with embarrassment and stuttered out apology after apology as Blake who might have been steaming with rage, tore the half digested hoodie from his face and, glaring up at Cecil with a red face part from embarrassment, part from anger said “You are lucky you’re hot” and with that he stormed from the alleyway leaving a red faced Cecil standing there covering his face with his hands.

Cecil got back to his apartment about an hour after the debacle, his stomach had shrunk enough that he easily got into the shower - though it was large enough for two people to be in to clean the grime of the day off of him as well as the embarrassment of maybe probably having blown it with the cute guy he’d met in the alley.

Cute maybe wasn’t - he imagined - a word that Blake would use to describe himself but Cecil thought it fit. Blake was short and had Black hair and brown eyes and had an almost cat like quality to him.

He was used to people finding him hot from a distance, or wanting to be his snack but he’d never met someone who one, made him so flustered and embarrassed. He really hoped that Blake hadn’t been really angry with him to the point that he had called the date off entirely. Well he supposed there was nothing wrong with double checking, he’d send a text and if it wasn’t responded to he’d assume he’d blown it.

He added Blake’s number to his contacts, hoping Blake hadn’t deliberately given him the wrong number. - not he thought that Blake would have been wrong to do that

Cecil - I’m so so sorry about spraying a wet hoodie on you, that was so embarrassing

Almost immediately the message had been read and then Blake responded with

Blake - Yes

Cecil flushed oh no he had blown it, whilst he was panicing Blake responded

Blake - Don’t worry about it though, I’m kinda embarrassed too about storming off like that

Cecil sighed in relief and then texted

Cecil - Hey, I was just wondering if we were still ok for tomorrow?

Blake - Yes

Cecil almost hit the roof in delight.

Cecil - Yayyyyyyy

He texted back

Blake - Indeed

Replied Blake

Cecil - Goodnight, see you tomorrow

Blake -:Goodnight

The two of them put their phones down and lay back in their beds a warmth settling into their hearts, perhaps they had found the one in stranger circumstances that they expected after all - the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

Thank you for reading if you got to the end of this.

This was so much fun to write and I will be doing more with these two when I have more ideas.

[bannanasrus]

I don’t really talk about centaurs a lot because I’m afraid of being literally burned at the stake but fuck it-

I love centaurs in vore n stuff, I even might even make an oc but basically, they are pretty awesome in my book.