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followup to this post. they're fine, sometimes you've just gotta cry it out somewhere cozy (thank you everyone for the well wishes <3)

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survive my slug blast.

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I’m going to pin you down in crawl in your mouth if I have to get your stubborn self to eat me. Mother of mercy, you have no idea how painful every moment outside of you is for me. I want to feel your tongue dragging against me as i wiggle my way past your throat, the various valves squeezing me along my way to your stomach. I want to hear those glorious gurgles up close and personal as i curl up inside you. I want you to feel every ounce of the massive gut I’ll create, stretching out the skin of your abdomen like a goddamn balloon. I’m practically begging here, just this once, please…

Eat me.

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This is my first time actually submitting anything for Vore Day so enjoy some Nick Valentine gulps

I've been a traditional artist for most of my life so my digital art isn't all too good but I've been getting better

Happy 8/8 everyone!!

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fulFILLING the dare - by 934

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There's nothing I love more than a pred desperately clutching their big, squirming belly. The pred is so unbelievably full of fighty prey that they practically can't handle it, their bulging stomach wobbling dangerously with their prey's kicks and squirms...

Or, even better, a pred swallows a prey that's far too rough on their tummy, and they try to spit them out, but the prey is thrashing so hard that they can't. Neither pred nor prey wants to be here, and pred just wants their tummy to stop hurting :)

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Thought of a scenario (CW for possible cruelty, digestion, unwilling pred, and unwilling prey, betrayal, very mild implied disposal)

a pred and prey are friends in a society where that's just. Outlandish to most people. Prey are meant to be eaten, and preds are meant to eat that prey. But, these two have a sorta, Romeo and Juliet thing going on. They hang out, and, hell. They might even feel like they're more than friends, especially after so many years, and sharing their lives with each other, they practically feel like they grew up together.

Eventually, the pred finally makes another friend, a pred friend, probably at work, or another social event. It's fine. They seem like a pleasant enough person, too. They wouldn't tell this random guy about their best buddy, but, it's always nice to get to know new people, even hang out at each other's houses sometimes.

Then one day it all goes, awry. The pred is hanging out with the prey, when the door opens behind them. It's that guy from work, he's come over uninvited. They're close enough pals, right? So coming over like this should be a fun surprise. And, hey, it seems there's even a snack ready for you. How kind.

The pred panics, seeing their friend moseying on over to possibly devour the now terrified prey, and does the only thing they could think to do. They panic, and devour the prey they'd just been talking to, sending them down into a gut currently swimming with previously shared snacks.

It'll all be fine right? Of course. There's no way their friend will stay for long. Until he does. He stays much, much longer than usual. There's no excuse to get out of this situation. It's your house, you can't say you have to go back and turn off the oven, and leaving in a condition like this? It's distasteful at the very least, your swollen gut indecently hanging from your hips.

So they wait. And wait. And they can try to hold off digestion, but, stomach don't like to hold back. It's an automatic system. Their buddy is left stewing, and, not to mention, their pred buddy keeps assisting each churn with belly rubs. But, they're still fine in there. They're alive, and clearly breathing, wriggling about. So the pred holds on.

They start going a little numb to the sensation in their guts, desperately wanting the other pred to just leave, as more waves of peristalsis wear their current occupant down, the prey inside trying to hold on.

From the prey's perspective, it's all so, sudden. They thought their pred had been worried from them, with their increased heartate clearly audible above, but. Maybe it was excitement. They've been in here for so long they feel numb. Were they betrayed? As each groan washes over them, it feels more and more true, but they keep on hoping until even the subtle red glow of light through skin seems to fade, and they pass out with large hands pushing more acid over their body, the enzymes and slime pooling around them, everything around them fully digested, as their body now slowly finishes its turn in the process of filling the body around it.

The time passes. Breathing fades. The nonsense chattering continues. It's unbearable, but the pred has to keep on this façade as they panic. They're sure their friend is gone now. Possibly even melting away. And it's their own fault, having waited far too long. Was this worth it? Could he not have just explained? Were they doomed from the start?

The only thing left to do, though, is finish the job, right? If you ate your friend, it'd be beyond ungrateful to just, regurgitate what's left. So, that shape in the pred's gut slowly rounds out, then seems to pool down towards the bottom, before evening out when the remainder of what used to be their friend chugs down hungry intestines, organs loudly making a scene of the entire ordeal, making everything feel even more disrespectful.

As the pred finally gets up to, inevitably finish the process, their pred friend grins, takes it as an opportunity to leave, congratulating them on their new pounds of fat as they head out the door

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I’ve talked about how being in a belly would be comforting emotionally, but I also think the *physical* sensations would also be calming and soothing.

I imagine the inside of a belly to be warm and cozy. The stomach walls are soft and slimy, almost like being held in a cushiony chamber of warmth I guess. Idk how to explain it. The walls gently pulse and flex around you, reminding you that everything is alive. You would be gently cradled and coddled in a loving embrace while the tension is massaged out of your muscles.

But now that I’ve talked about the physical sensations, I’ve got to talk about the emotional side of it. There’s a quote from the book Tuesdays With Morrie that I think about a lot. I can’t find the exact quote, but it talks about that feeling of love and affection we feel when we’re young, and how as we grow up, we never really get over that feeling. Most of us still crave it. I think that’s where I get my love for vore. From my point of view, being in a belly symbolizes the feeling of safety and comfort. You’re as close as you can get to someone you love. Cradled gently in their core, showered with unconditional love.

I can see how the pred would find it comforting as well. When you care about someone, you naturally feel protective of them. And what better way to protect your friend than by hiding them away in your belly? It’s the safest place they could possibly be. They’re that comforting weight in your belly.

That’s why I created Kael. He’s designed to be a comforting presence. I wanted him to be the gentlest, most loving dragon he could possibly be, and I think I somewhat succeeded with that.

Sorry about the rant lol. I’ve just been thinking about this a lot lately and I wanted to share my thoughts. Idk if any of this even makes sense lol.

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Realized I never posted the finished thing

I love when a pred is a bit TOO excited to eat someone

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i think we can solve his anger issues by eating me...? we must look into this theory and run many experiments

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I feel like fnaf soul vore is HEAVILY underutilized

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Sock gives Yummie some "deep cuddles" as they like to call it

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Thinking about prey relaxing against their pred's neck as the two watch TV together. The pred not wanting to make their prey move, cups a hand over them as they sit up to grab their can off the table. The prey is pressed flush against the pred's throat, forced to listen as the pred takes a few strong gulps. The neck muscles running against them as the giant drinks.

It doesn't last long, a minute or so at most, but for the prey it feels longer.

Eventually the pred puts their can down and lays down, settling once more on the couch. Completely oblivious to blushing mess they've left their tiny in.

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getting packed into lower snake belly/tail area and feeling those muscles flex around you as it slithers, squeezing you as it goes about its day nearly unimpeded by your presence. Getting any bulge you make hidden away when it coils up and sits most of its weight on top of you. the slow inexorable crawl down its length means youve still got hours, days perhaps, to go

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A pred after eating one of there friends whole too keep them safe without explaining they would be safe or that there was even danger to begin with

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Adventure

Commission for Decalion! This one was an extra fun one X’D

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