#[chanting] VORE! VORE! VORE! VORE! VORE!

[dragongirlintestines]

Shout out to that time Bungie made a Destiny raid about killing a dragon and one of the mechanics involved the entire fireteam throwing themselves down her throat

[ryanmarshallryan]

Biggest Birthday Ever - A Pred's Birthday

My birthday is coming up, and a great birthday gift would be to share some of my stories, donate or commission for some, or maybe even eat me up like a birthday cake! To celebrate I’ve written a couple birthday oriented vore stories, and here is the first of the duo, from a pred perspective. And each weekend this Pride month I’ll be sharing another new vore story so stay tuned!

Pedro woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting through his house. This was peculiar, he thought, as he did not have any roommates. Once this realization hit him, he jolted up and went to scope out the kitchen and was surprised to find his friends, Finn and Orville making him breakfast.

“What are y’all doing here?” Pedro gasped.

“Happy birthday, mate!” Orville gave Pedro a big hug, and leaned back and grabbed Pedro’s belly and shook it vigorously, “We thought we’d help you have the biggest birthday ever, by making you the biggest ever.”

The three of them had met through a gainer site, so often when hanging out eating big was a topic of important discussion. Orville was a gainer himself, and had a gut that rivaled Pedro’s. Orville was quite the opposite, having a metabolism so fast he looked underweight. Pedro thanked them for making him food.

“Oh this is only the pregame. We’re going to a brunch buffet after this.” Orville said with a smile.

“Then your favorite thai restaurant for lunch,” Finn piped up.

Orville shot him a look, “Don’t give away all the surprises. Don’t shove them down his throat… just yet.”

And so they ate. Pancakes, sausages, eggs, bagels, fruit, bacon, french toast, then for lunch pad thai, crab rangoon, scallion pancakes, and the food did not seem to stop coming. Pedro was stuffed beyond belief, but as Finn rubbed his belly his eyebrows went upward to dare Pedro to eat more.

On and on the gluttonous gathering continued, as they went to Orville’s backyard and Pedro was surprised with the sudden appearance and chanting of a whole hoax of other friends who had planned a whole surprise birthday barbecue for him. He went from friend to friend, socializing and catching up, each friend in turn showering him with more treats and desserts to try. It seemed that each attendee had brought something to feed Pedro. It was truly a gainer's dream. Pedro wasn’t sure whether the feeling of fullness he felt was more from food he ate or the appreciation he experienced.

Orville came and found Pedro and blindfolded him, letting him know there was another big surprise for him waiting to get in his gut. Orville led him over to a table and lifted his blindfold to reveal a transformed Finn. Finn was covered, head to toe in chocolate and strawberry syrups, whipped cream and frosting. He was sitting on a sheet cake, and posing like a model.

“It’s your birthday, of course you need some cake!” Finn shouted in celebration, smacking his behind to emphasize the last word. He blew Pedro a kiss and mouthed “eat me.”

Pedro needed no more encouragement than this, he bent low to the edge of the table, putting his mouth by the edge and pushed down on his side, so that the contents of the table began sliding down towards him. Entranced by the sudden chanting of “Chug! Chug!” by his friends, Pedro opened his mouth wide and relaxed his throat to let a mountain of cake and Finn slide easily into his belly. As Finn’s face came close to his he could hear Finn shouting along with excited “Woo!”s. He felt Finn’s feet kick around inside his stomach and watched as Finn’s face passed out of sight, down his throat.

Once the cake had either entered Pedro’s belly, or fallen sideways onto the ground, Pedro relinquished his grip on the table and stood up, to reveal his squirming gut, filled with endless amounts of food, cake, and Finn. He wiped frosting off his face and gave a great big belch.

Everyone cheered, as another cake was brought out, and they all began singing songs of “happy birthday” wishes to him. He could hear one voice reverberating in song inside him along with the crowd of friends. Finn appeared to be massaging Pedro’s insides, to make room for more cake. 

They all ate and ate and ate some more, until everyone at the party had either tapped out to go home, or passed out somewhere on the premises. 

Orville, came up to Pedro, and aggressively shook his belly once more, leaning in and listening to the annoyed shouts of Finn, who must have fallen asleep in the soup of birthday gluttony.

Orville coaxed Finn to wake up enough for Pedro to hurl him up, then afterward Orville and Finn gave Pedro on last piece of cake to fill the void (not that there really was much space inside Pedro’s stuffed belly, gurgling away more food than it had ever had in it at once).

Pedro slept away, a bit fatter, and much fuller in more ways than one. He thought to himself that he must think of a way to thank Orville and Finn for planning a great birthday for him.

[spageddy]

Skibidi Toilet

The skibidi toilet (Skibidus latrina) is a terrestrial pulmonate gastropod mollusc in the family Dafuqboomidae. This species can only be found in the United States, primarily in Ohio.

The original habitats of the skibidi toilet are American public restrooms, but due to their adaptability, they have extended their range to outdoor urban areas. Scientists consider them to be an invasive species.

Skibidus latrina is usually diurnal and omnivorous, eating about 27% scrap metal and 73% human flesh. Its only natural predators are cameramen (Homo visus), speakermen (Homo amplificarus), and TV-men (Homo imaginum).

Skibidi toilet engaged in combat with a cameraman in Detroit, Michigan

Evolution

Based on fossil evidence from Dayton, Ohio, the first known members of the Dafuqboomidae family lived in North America in the late Anthropocene about 250 years ago. Similar tooth and skull structures suggest dafuqboomids and humans share a common ancestor, but molecular analysis indicates a closer relationship between skibidi toilets and snails.

A senior skibidi toilet without its shell.

Description

Physical Characteristics

The body weight of an adult skibidi toilet varies considerably with shell size, making it one of the most variably sized molluscs. It can range from 36 to 2246 kg (80 to 4952 lb), but is usually between 41 and 50 kg (90 to 110 lb). The smallest specimens live in southern Florida, while those near the northern limits of the skibidi toilet's range tend to be the largest (see Bergmann's rule). Males are usually 15% to 20% heavier than females.

Skibidi toilets have long, soft, flexible abdomens. The vulnerable abdomen is protected from predators by a salvaged empty latrine or urinal carried by the skibidi toilet, into which its whole body can retract. Multiple skibidi toilets may inhabit the same shell, especially when young.

Mature skibidi toilets develop a snail-like muscular foot that allows them to travel over hard surfaces. The large, flat foot remains attached to the surfaces over which it is crawling due to the adhesive properties of the skibidi slime it secretes to protect its soft tissues.

Intelligence

Studies have shown that skibidi toilets are capable of organized crime. Whether they know what they do is morally wrong is a topic of debate among skibidiologists.

Two male skibidi toilets lust after a female in Cincinatti, Ohio.

Behavior

Skibidi toilets are pack hunters. Typically, the largest skibidi toilet is in charge. Skibidi toilet packs readily accept new members until resources become limited. They are territorial and generally establish territories far larger than they require to survive, assuring a steady supply of prey.

Development and Reproduction

Skibidi toilets are well known for their mating call, which has a similar tune to the song "Give It To Me" by Timbaland, Justin Timberlake, and Nelly Furtado.

Female skibidi toilets lay their fertilized eggs in toilet water. The hatchlings feed on human feces and urine until they become large enough to consume humans themselves. Skibidi toilets reach sexual maturity at 6.9 years of age.

Captive skibidi toilets have been known to live for more than 80 years. However, the species' life expectancy in the wild is only 16 to 30 years, depending on local conditions such as traffic volume and hunting. Young hatched in infrequently used restrooms are vulnerable to starvation, and it is not uncommon for them to vore their own skiblings.

Young skibidi toilets share a shell with their skiblings until they are large enough to find their own.

Skibidi Toilet Syndrome

The bite of a skibidi toilet can cause Skibidi Toilet Syndrome, a serious disease that causes the infected to believe they are a skibidi toilet. Symptoms include sequestering oneself in small spaces such as laundry baskets or cardboard boxes and chanting the skibidi toilet's mating call. There is no known cure.

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 14 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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Walking back out into the snow wasn't pleasant, the wind kept blowing little ice fragments in my eyes and it was hard to see anything at all, making me stumble over some rocks that were strewn in between the greenery.

This had grown into a proper snowstorm while I was in the cave making finding Rikaad even more urgent.

The worst thing was that i could not use my eyesight to find anything and the snow actually stung my skin making me wish that i had the thick fur coat of the Ardua form right now.

But the bracelet was still jammed and in a storm like this it was impossible to even try to fix it.

So I had to suck it up for now and just continue onwards.

Since the storm only had brought more snow it was absolutely impossible and I hoped that Rikaad hadn't already frozen to death.

I wasn't exactly sure how long a human could last in a storm like this with no shelter, so I did something I hadn't done since my mother died.

I decided to pray, while the God Amesimos had NEVER done me any favors I decided that this wasn't for me, It was to find Rikaad alive.

Chanting over and over in my head, ‘please be alive please be alive’ While I trudged through the icy environment.

At some point I stopped dead in my tracks, I was very sure I had heard a noise coming from behind one of those Rocks that were scattered about.

I Hoped that I had found Rikaad and not some random animal, so I went slowly around the boulder to the side that was more shielded from the wind only to find some footprints leading away from me around the rock.

He was avoiding me by going around the stone and keeping out of my sight, He really was a smart man and while I could just jump over the boulder to grab him I was sure that if I actually tried that I'd have my fingers sliced off for good this time.

So around the rock it was then.

Circling it and following the footsteps only brought me back to my starting point, Rikaad always somehow a few steps ahead.

Well my footsteps were a lot louder than his on the crunchy snow so he did have an advantage, and I was honestly surprised he had not started huddling in the sheltered area for warmth.

But I knew that nobody would ever see him like that, He was a prideful individual.

And a frozen one if I didn't get him soon, so instead of lunging over the boulder I climbed on top of it only to see a Human silhouette dart away from it across the snowy ground.

Jumping down from the boulder with a loud boom I immediately went after him, if i lost sight of him now i probably wouldn't be able to find him again.

Bolting across the ground I tried my best to follow him even if there were a ton of obstacles in the way as Rikaad apparently insisted on taking the most cluttered route he could.

“RIKAAD WAIT! YOU'RE GOING TO FREEZE!”

I received no response but he actually seemed to run a bit faster now and I had to double my efforts to not lose sight of him.

On the plus side, running like this was probably going to warm him up a bit, and he couldn't run forever either so I was bound to catch up at some point.

If i didn't run full force into a tree first.

There were so many things in the way, including rocks, trees and some shrubbery.

The only lucky thing about this was that none of the plants seemed to have thorns but the branches whipping my face were bad enough already.

At some point while running after the surprisingly fast human I breached into a clearing that had a steep hill in the middle.

Maybe now I would finally have some luck.

Rikaad was trying to run up the steep hill but with his shorter legs and the snow slipping out from under him he wasn't making a lot of progress.

I sprinted as close as I dared to Rikaad, trying my best to ignore how the cold winds stung at the various cuts from the tree branches.

I slowed down on the last few meters, I did NOT want to trample the smaller man after I had finally caught up to him.

He still had his back to me but I learned from last time that if I tried to grab him he'd slash at my fingers with his sword.

So instead I tried to get in front of him.

Standing in front of Rikaad I could see that the smaller man still had his sword gripped tightly in his hands.

He did not look good, with pale skin and Blue lips he stood slightly shaking in the snow.

None of that managed to deter his icy Gray gaze though, he was staring at me with a grimm sort of determination raising his sword up a bit higher.

I could literally see ice crystals building on his blade even through the snowstorm that seemed to drone out everything else.

“Rikaad! Come on, let’s go back to camp, the others are waiting, they even managed to get a new fire going!”

I wasn’t sure if he even understood what I said over the roaring of the wind around us but he definitely saw that I did speak as he was looking right at my face.

Unfortunately it looked like he had not heard anything of what i said as he gripped his sword even tighter if that was even possible and charged straight at me, his icy eyes burning with something i couldn’t name.

I jumped backwards a bit trying to keep out of reach of the blade, I was not keen on having my Achilles tendon cut.

I had no doubt that was what he was aiming for, he wasn’t dumb, he’d knew that if he sliced that it would be over for me and by the way he moved that was exactly what he had planned.

“RIKAAD! THE OTHERS ARE OKAY! I SET THEM DOWN IN A CAVE THEY’RE SAFE!”

He continued his onslaught with no regard for how cold it was, he either didn’t hear me or didn’t want to hear me.

In either case he had to stop, he was destroying himself like this.

Looking back into his face I finally recognized the look in his unnerving eyes, Bloodlust.

He would not stop until either he was dead or he had managed to kill me.

I needed a plan, and that fast.

I had longer legs than him so I retreated as far as I could without stumbling over my tail, trying to think of something over the loud wind.

Rikaad was a Guardsman, a trained and battle ready person.

I was a Giant that didn’t want to injure him and I knew if he fell down in this weather he’d be dead.

He was an insanely stubborn man so he would only go down if his heart stopped beating.

I NEEDED to get him somewhere warm as fast as possible or he would die.

Backing up into a tree I reached around and broke off one of its thicker branches, If anything I could use it to keep the sword away from me.

Rikaad had caught up to me while I was breaking the wood and managed to stab the side of my foot, scarcely missing my heel.

“AAUGH”

I yanked it back from him even if my first reflex was to kick whatever the hell hurt me and ended up spraying snow everywhere.

Maybe that was an idea? If i could back up far enough again i could just dump some snow over him, that was bound to stop him for a few seconds right?

Running a bit away from him again I dropped the branch in his way to slow him down, this guy was really mad right now and I wasn’t keen to be on the wrong side of that wrath more than I already was.

Coming to a halt between two old trees I shoveled a fair bit of snow into my hands and waited for Rikaad to catch up.

He was running full speed at me, which was impressively fast and I had to time it right so as not to miss him.

If I missed he would cut my achilles tendon and kill me.

I realized that I had never been more terrified in my life, The Guards in Kamerasca were mostly just loud talking idiots.

This was one very angry and determined person that purely intended to kill me, and I did not doubt a second that he could.

He could and he would if I didn’t stop him.

As he got closer I held the snow ready and dropped it just as he was about to charge me,

the frozen flakes cascading down on top of him, burying him up to his waist in the cold substance and stopping his mad march forward.

I didn’t have much time to restrain him as he was already digging himself out of the snow so I lunged at him.

plucking the sword from his death grip on it which was surprisingly firm and yanked him out of the frozen heap, secured in a fist.

He was wriggling and writhing in my grip trying to get out and even ended up biting me, and it wasn’t just an annoying sting like when Robin had bit me either.

It was like a wolf had sunk its fangs into me and I was sure if he didn’t let go soon he’d take an entire chunk of flesh out of the side of my already hurt pointer finger.

“Rikaad! Dammit calm down! I’m not going to hurt you! Everything is alright! The others are safe! I’m going to get you back to Kamerasca and then you will never have to see me again okay?!”

The grip of his teeth loosened slightly before he let go fully to stare at me.

The Bloodlust I had seen before had partly vanished, but not by much and he moved his blood stained mouth.

He was saying something but over the Roar of the wind I couldn’t hear him.

“What? I can’t hear you, can you say it louder?”

He just stared at me, still holding that icy gaze that reminded me of a corpse’s lifeless stare, it was clear that he would not repeat himself.

And I was not putting him near my ears and asking him to restate again, he’d manage to rip my ear off with his bare hands or something.

Since I couldn’t hear him and he probably couldn’t hear me with the wind it was best to just move on with this.

I really hoped that he wouldn’t somehow manage to kick my teeth out, But with how cold he was and now that the adrenaline had run out a bit I doubted he could do something like that.

Since stalling was now only making him even colder than he already was, I shoved him headfirst into my mouth, being mindful of my fangs, and swallowed as soon as I was able to.

It was like I had stuck a frozen piece of metal in my mouth and I was really surprised that he had managed to not succumb to the cold beforehand.

He was dragging horribly in my throat after the first swallow so I gulped again, sending the angrily writhing form deeper down into the warmth of my guts.

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He tried to writhe again, but his trapped body wouldn’t allow him to.

Some small treacherous part of him was grateful for the warmth rolling over him in waves, as it chased away the chill in his limbs, but he was, as a whole, horrified.

The Giant was eating him!

He was suddenly lurched forwards, horribly squished into Donovan’s throat.

He seemed to drag just the slightest bit and used every opportunity to try and resist the wave-like motion of the muscles that intended to send him to his death.

Flexible flesh shifted to accommodate him, another sickening squeeze and he was deposited into the Giants stomach.

Rikaad could hear the Bastard’s body working rhythmically around him, from the loudly beating heart to the disconcerting gurgles beneath him.

And there was nothing in here aside from himself.

Nothing at all.

No Arthur and no Robin.

No trace that either of his best friends had ever been here.

He scrambled into an upright position trying desperately to find ANYTHING, the Giants digestion couldn’t be this fast could it?

He patted at the ‘walls’ and ‘floor’ hoping to be wrong about this.

He prayed that he would find something, to know his friends were not completely gone, but found absolutely nothing.

Like they had never existed.

Rikaad started panicking, thinking that he had lost his best friends to such an unfathomable fate, one he would share soon.

Hearing Donovan speak he decided to ignore it;

it was probably just mockery anyway.

And he had no desire to converse with the Beast that had betrayed them in the most horrible manner he could ever think of.

Gritting his teeth he squirmed into a sort of sitting position.

Fumbling around to pull his pant leg up he reached for the dagger he had hidden there and pulled it out of its sheath, ready to strike the nearest sickeningly shifting wall.

Plunging the blade into the fleshy and rippling wall in front of him he heard a loud shout of pain that ringed in his ears and everything got suddenly a lot tighter in the fleshy bag he was trapped in.

He heard speaking from above him but once again ignored it, if the Beast wanted to plead it was too late now.

If he was to go out like this he would cause as much pain as possible to his devourer.

Raising his dagger once again he tried to pay no mind to the blood running over his fingers along with whatever else fluids were in here.

He hoped none of the blood was his, but in the darkness he couldn’t really tell.

He struck the fleshy wall again and an even louder shout shook his entire surroundings.

If he wasn’t panicking as much he might have made out a ‘Please stop’ from his captor.

The walls suddenly caved in on him even more and he could not move, The blade still stuck where he had struck the Stomach wall.

Not being able to properly use the knife anymore he instead tried to kick as hard as he could while trying to spread his elbows to gain some room.

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After Rikaad landed in my pouch I immediately went to check in on him.

“Rikaad? Are you okay? Not freezing to death anymore?”

I got no verbal response but I could feel a lot of shifting.

He was probably okay for now and trying to get into an upright position.

After a few seconds of stillness from him I started walking back to where Arthur and Robin were.

I was Lucky and actually knew the way back as The small man in my gut had taken me on quite the wild chase around the snowy forest.

But after only a few steps there was a sudden white hot sensation in my pouch.

The pain i experienced was unlike any other i had ever felt before, It was a sharp stinging pain and i doubled over in a desperate attempt to make it stop

“Rikaad what are you doing? Stop!”

I had taken his sword away so where did he get another blade?

The only reaction I got from telling him to stop was another painful stab, A searing hot piercing sensation that hurt like hell.

“PLEASE STOP! RIKAAD I’M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU SO PLEASE STOP!”

I received no answer but I could tell that he planned to stab me again.

So far I had gotten lucky and he only damaged the front wall where there were no other organs, but if he managed to hit something else like my lungs I would be done for.

So I did the only thing I could think of, inhale as much as possible and lean forward while squishing my hands into my abdomen.

It had worked when Robin freaked out so maybe I could at least stop him from stabbing me again.

I could literally feel the blade he used to slash at my insides as I squished him in place.

He kicked at the front wall in retaliation and it hurt, he had missed the gashes he’d cut a few moments prior but it was still painful.

Stumbling back towards the cave where the others had set up our stuff was proving to be an awful task with an angry person in my pouch.

“Rikaad please stop you’re not going to die everything is okay just please stop stabbing me!”

There was an elbow painfully jabbing at the sides of my pouch and I was glad that it once again missed the bleeding wounds that were made previously.

“Eating me wasn’t enough? Now you want to mock me too?!”

He was still angry and I wondered what else I could say to make him finally believe me.

“Rikaad i promise you’re fine! Nothing is going to happen to you, you’re fine I swear!”

Maybe promising twice in a row would make him believe me? I was Fae after all, at least half anyway.

“FINE?! YOU ATE ME AND YOU’RE TELLING ME I’M FINE?! DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?! LET ME OUT!”

Rikaad hollered, delivering another mean kick to the front wall that almost made me stumble to my knees.

If I fell down now I wouldn’t be able to get up again so I tried to power through it and staggered past the snowy trees towards where Robin and Arthur were waiting.

Trying to walk while being bent over to stop Rikaad from stabbing me again was horrible as his weight actually rested ON the wounds he had caused, resulting in a hot throbbing ache that spread over the entire pouch.

How far was the cave again? With Rikaad kicking every chance he got it was hard to orient myself and find the way back.

Having to hunch over also made it really stupid to see in front of me, I even managed to almost walk into the cliff wall in front of me.

At least all I had to do now was follow the side of it till I found the cave again.

There were even more kicks and jabs from Rikaad and at this point I knew that he would not listen to me no matter what I said so I tried my best to ignore the pain.

It did not work, and at this point I had gotten really nauseous and was struggling not to throw up.

If I threw him up out here in the snow he’d freeze immediately or simply die from temperature shock.

I was also pretty sure that if I did throw him up I would absolutely rupture my insides and bleed to death.

So getting him out was currently not an option, i didn’t know what exactly i would do when i managed to get into the cave but to get to that point i had to find the damn thing first.

Dragging a hand that was sweaty from pain along the jagged side of the cliff I tried to feel for the entrance of the cave.

At this point i wasn’t sure if i was capable of speech anymore, just wheezing in pain and hoping that Rikaad would finally stop his painful onslaught on my guts.

As my hand suddenly grasped nothing on the cliffside I was half leaning on I almost fell over, prompting even more kicking from Rikaad who was still silently continuing his onslaught on my guts.

Or maybe I just couldn’t hear him over the storm AND the rushing in my ears from the pain.

Being as careful as I could I climbed through the narrow part of the cave’s mouth before walking the bend to the larger part.

I was still wheezing and sweating when I rounded the corner and saw both Arthur and Robin sitting next to the fire they had built.

I stumbled forward and their eyes snapped to me as I let out another painful wheeze.

Both of them shot up from their sitting positions as I managed to get a few steps closer before my legs buckled underneath me and I fell onto my knees in front of them.

“DONOVAN! Are you okay? What happened?? Where’s Rikaad?”

Robin was rushing forward to get to me but was held back by concerned looking Arthur who had grabbed his Scruff to prevent him from getting too close.

And that not a moment too soon as I keeled over again this time to lay curled on my side still squishing my pouch to stop Rikaad from getting a hold of the blade again.

A pained groan left me and Robin managed to wrangle out of Arthur’s grasp, running directly for my face and stopping barely a meter in front of my eyes making him appear blurry.

Or maybe it was the pain that blurred everything in front of me, At this point I really couldn’t tell.

“Donovan what happened? How can I help?”

It was admirable that he immediately offered help even if he didn’t know what was going on so I did my best to tell what happened but only a painful wheezing half whisper left me.

“He’s hurting me! Get him to stop!”

At my words Robin immediately darted away from my face towards where my pouch was located and got really close to the sore flesh.

“Rikaad stop! Whatever you are doing is hurting him!”

He actually stopped and I could practically feel his surprise and confusion radiate through me.

He really did believe that they had died, that I had killed them.

Well add that to my already miserable time right now.

“Robin?”

The voice that answered back was clearly Rikaads, he was good at masking his terror that he had no doubt felt just a few seconds prior,

But it was still slightly shaky even if it was barely noticeable.

“Yeah i'm -”

“Rikaad! You idiot! what the fuck are you doing!?”

Robin was shoved to the side by Arthur who went off babbling at Rikaad and asking what the hell he had done to get me to look like death.

I barely registered any of it, white spots were dancing around my vision but at least Rikaad had stopped hitting me.

Now maybe i could relax my bruised pouch a little.

Slowly loosening the muscles holding the confused man in place he slid a bit and accidentally bumped into one of the bleeding cuts making me hiss out in pain.

And Robin looked at me with big brown eyes, eyebrows up in an expression of worry and something else.

It was not pity, it was a look of empathy, not something I had received before.

He slowly went over to where Arthur was talking to Rikaad, even if I still couldn’t make out what they were saying as the rushing sensation in my ears only got louder the more Rikaad moved.

Robin stood in front of the flesh that covered my pouch and slowly held a hand out, ghosting the slightest bit of contact over it before lightly pressing in and Pain bled throughout my entire Chest leaving me mute at the awful feeling.

It hurt like someone had shot an actual metal cannonball through me.

And the white spots in my vision only grew larger and larger until I couldn’t see anything else.

After about a second of an achingly hot pain that made everything else feel like it wasn’t there anymore the white disappeared, leaving only Darkness as my brain decided to not put up with this any longer.

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[lesbianoms]

Omg I just had a vore dream where I was an observer for most of the time watching this trio of women go around eating other girls but then at the end of the dream everybody in the room was goating one of them into eating me…. like chanting and stuff while she looked at me and made up her mind. And I mean they kinda knew I’d have a hard time saying no 😍

[why-are-all-of-my-usernames-gone]

anyways here’s a clip of @ranboolivesaysstuff chanting “vore” that nobody asked for

[jkknight98]

History Made (Familial forest side story)

OK, I thankfully did not forget my password after being away for so long (I had to write papers on research and educational adaptations) but now it’s time for me to post a story. Rather than having a dragon and a princess, we have a dragon and a witch instead, and what troubles that cause. Poor George is in for an interesting time when he meets a certain green-eyed dragon named Dream.

(Do me a favor and do not bring up the Quackity and Dream drama, thank you)

Warnings: soft vore, fear of digestion, dragon rampage themes, unnamed people death

“Catch them!”

“Find that magic bastard!”

George panted harshly as he ran, almost tripping over rocks and tree roots, and causing him to lose a few of his mushrooms. “Fuck,” he wanted to go back for them sure, it was the completely wrong environment for that species to grow, but he couldn’t save them as the village men trampled them to mush as they chased him. George knew he had to keep running despite how badly his chest hurt because if those men caught him, he would have a worse fate than his mushrooms.

The lead man, a brute of a butcher that always upcharged him on the price of pork, raised his touch high as he yelled in sadistic enjoyment,” Keep running Witch boy, there’s a nice bonfire with your name on it when we catch you!!” The four other men in the group let out their own jeering, they were also people from the town that George lived on the edge of, he had no idea why they were chasing after him. Hell, he gave a stew to Smith's wife that cured her weakness and this is the thanks he gets? How did any of them even know he was a witch, he never practiced unless it was in the middle of the night and he was out of the village completely. How in the world did this happen??

George just kept chanting to himself as he slowly grew weaker,” Got to keep running, can’t stop.” He pushed his body harder and harder, feeling much like a rabbit fleeing from a pack of hunting dogs, and knew he would be ripped apart like one if he got caught. He almost wailed in despair when he reached a clearing in the trees, he couldn’t hide here, what would he-

His train of thought was completely derailed when he fully ran into something large…and warm.

_*_

Dream sighed as he lay in his favorite clearing, watching the different animals go about their short lives, it was hard to live as a giant; much less a dragon hybrid. It felt like he was barely there in a world that's constantly changing around him, even the few turtles he watched hatch, grow, and age faster than he could blink. Could he ever find a true friend out there like his mother used to tell him, or even find someone like his parents did with each other? Dragon hybrids were rare enough as it is and he didn't want to be thousands of years old before finding someone, he was only 1,800 as it is. He blew a small stream of green-tinted smoke before him, watching it slowly fade with mild disinterest, but jumped when a dark shape burst through it and hit him in the face!

Dream almost crossed his eyes as he looked down at whatever had hit him, and was surprised to see a little human. He didn’t enjoy the things for the most part, sure they could talk like him, but they were more likely to poke him with their metal-tipped sticks and scream. He wanted to push the creature off his face but stopped when his green eyes met frightened ones of blue and brown… He didn't know humans could have two colored eyes, he was more surprised when he heard a clearly weak and out-of-breath voice whisper quietly,” Help me.” Dream was tempted to push the little thing aside for entering his personal space (though he was mildly amused by how brave it was) but his eyes snapped to the treeline where a large group of human males came crashing into the clearing, making him bare his fangs in a warning. “Why have you come into my woods humans..?”

Dream watched as the men took a step backward in justifiable fear, but the largest of the men took a step forward as they cleared their throat,” We seek no trouble with you giant..dragon, we're only here to punish that witch that's been terrorizing our town.” This made Dream lift a brow in confusion as he looked back down at the now-identified witch that still lay below his face, how could this tiny thing cause terror to these adult men, they looked to still be in their adolescence. He gently sniffed the witch and could now detect the scent of magic under the smell of mushrooms…it made a low rumble start in his chest as it was one of his favorite scents. “If you would allow us to take him we can be on our way and won’t bother you any longer.”

_*_

George felt like crying, He had to run into a giant humanoid dragon and had the men waiting in the treeline for him, there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t even run anymore so his fate was solely placed in this creature’s hands. He looked into the acid-green eyes pleadingly and wheezed as he still fought to catch his breath,” Please... I didn’t do anything to them… I healed their sick… I just collect mushrooms.” He flinched as the men yelled angrily from the treeline as he brought his hand up to protect his face and unconsciously leaned closer to the heat of the dragon, he didn’t even know what to do at this point. He jerked when he felt a sharp object slide under his chin and start to lift his head, opening his eyes to see it was the dagger-like nail of the dragon, and he was soon forced to meet its gaze.

“Did you really do what those humans said you did, little witch boy?” The words came out in a low rumble that clearly held no place for lying, but why would he even lie to the dragon in the first place? He lifted his head to avoid the point and struggled to calm his ragged breathing before speaking.

_*_

Dream grinned widely as the witch spoke to him, they clearly were not lying despite the fear emanating from them, which meant the humans were lying like they usually did. But what to do in this situation, he could blast his fire at the humans and leave the witch in the clearing, but that would just lead to more humans coming after him. The thought took him off guard for a moment, he was already thinking of ways to help them…Seems like he already took a liking to the little witch~

He brought a handover to the witch and placed a claw over their chest, using the point to pin them to the forest floor,” I could take care of them for you, it's not every day I get a snack run into me..” He grinned widely as the men and witch began to freak out at his statement, but he had to focus on his new friend... He let his tongue slowly slide across the face of the witch and purred loudly at the musky flavor of mushrooms, the meatiness of human-like flesh, and the indescribable taste of magic. The poor thing did its best to flail as he wrapped it in his tongue and slowly pulled it inside, keeping eye contact with the men until the witch was fully sealed behind his teeth. He gently moved them around as he fully took the time to enjoy their flavor before tilting his head slightly, placing a hand over his throat as he swallowed, closing his eyes in delight as the wriggling lump slowly moved downwards.

“Consider your witch problem solved, now get out of my forest.” Dream sealed the finality of his words with a small jet of green flames that sent the men scrambling as they left their tools behind, making him laugh heartily. He slowly turned to lie on his side as he brought a hand up to his torso, pressing gently on the firm lump that rested just under his ribcage,” did you pass out from exhaustion or fear little witch?”

_*_

George didn’t bother moving or answering the dragon’s words as he lay within the humid stomach, the short second wind he got didn’t do him any good once he was pulled into the maw. It was unnaturally lit by a green glow from the dragon’s esophagus, illuminating the dagger-like teeth and dripping saliva around him. He couldn’t clear his mind enough to use any defensive spells he could have known as each swatch of the almost catlike tongue covered him in hot drool, and he was sent screaming into the unforgiving gullet. He could horrifyingly see his arms held above him as the crushing muscle scent him downwards, feeling his every cell and sense being assaulted by the giant body around him, even his sense of magic was going haywire.

He couldn’t help but let out a low whine as he slid through a tight ring of muscle into the stomach, eyes drawn to a faint glowing outline that illuminated the wall of the stomach closest to it... It must be the dragon’s magic core. He would have been mesmerized if it didn’t clearly mean his demise, he turned when he felt pressure against his side and both felt and heard the voice of the dragon questioning him, making him sigh in frustration. “ What’s the point in fighting? I ran for miles to get away from those villagers, my poor excuse of a second wind didn’t make you choke, what else could I do?”

“You don’t know any defensive spells, maybe some sort of poison spell with all of the mushrooms you had?”  The walls around him gave a low rumble as they squeezed him tightly, the hot flesh rubbing more slime into his skin than what the tasting had already done, the dragon moving to a more comfortable position he believed,” though it is strange to see a witch on their own, don’t you form covens?”

This made George sigh as he tried to wrack his mind for any spell that would help him in this situation, but he was still drawing a blank, should he even be honest with this dragon? It's already eaten him, but it could make things more painful if he lied,” I only make potions because they're simple and easy, I didn’t get to learn any useful spells since my parents were killed by humans just because they also tried to help people with their magic…. I thought I would be safe with just my potions..,” George wiped at his face as he thought of the elderly woman he made a regenerative mushroom stew for that helped her gain some strength back when everyone thought she would pass,” but humans can’t even be grateful for any help if it doesn’t fit their standards.”

_*_

Dream let out a low rumble of thought as he gently rubbed the warm lump, lightly sucking on his own tongue as he savored the last of the witch’s taste,” Humans are very unfair in that way, they stole away my brother just because he was more golden in color, and left him to be obsessed with death totems and hiding away in deep oceans with his sharks... I can’t stand the tiny things.” He moved to stand up and stretch, purring loudly as the witch got compressed and he could feel their fluttering movements more strongly,” I actually don’t like a human village being this close to my home for you to have run into me, I’ll get some revenge for you by burning the place to ash, consider it payment for being a nice meal,” Dream let out another loud purr as the witch tried to plead and fight against him, he really didn’t plan on digesting them, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t help but tease them a bit. He let his wings fully unfurl and jumped into the air with a firm downstroke to take flight, quickly hovering over the treeline as he sniffed the air for the distinctive scent of humans.

~

Dream couldn’t help but laugh in distinctive joy as he breathed flames over the village, watching both humans and buildings crumble away in the intense heat, he was close to burning down the final hut before he got the faint whiff of mushrooms from it... Seems like he found his witch's hut. He gently took the top off the rather modest home and looked inside, there were plenty of pillows and tiny glass containers filled with different plant life, making for a very cozy-looking den if he was at that size. His passenger had stilled once more after fighting, but he could feel them panting harshly, they might appreciate some of their things back in his den when he let them out. He gently gathered everything he could and slid it into the satchel he carried, cushioning the plants with the pillows, and stood up with a soft hum.

He froze when a soft warm wave of magic seemed to spread from his stomach and soaked throughout his entire body, causing his wings and tail to shiver slightly from the feeling. He brought a hand to the witch and gently rubbed at them,” I thought you didn’t know any spells?”

_*_

George shivered slightly despite the increased heat around him, while he couldn’t hear anything outside the body, he knew the village was gone with how many times flames rushed past him and out the dragon. Why hadn’t he started to digest yet, all that has happened was him slightly sweating from the heat and trying to not fall asleep in the surprisingly soft flesh. But he couldn’t take any chances. He wracked his brain hard for any spell he could use to protect himself, maybe the one his mother used on his father when they did their renewal ceremony? 

“⌇⌿⟟⍀⟟⏁⌇ ⍜⎎ ⍜⌰⎅ ⊑⟒⏃⍀ ⋔⊬ ⌿⌰⟒⏃, ⌰⟒⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⋔⊬ ⌇⍜⎍⌰ ⏚⟒ ⌰⍜⌇⏁ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒ ⎐⍜⟟⎅ ⏃⌰⍜⋏⟒. ⏚⟟⋏⎅ ⋔⊬ ⌇⍜⎍⌰ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⋏⟒⏃⍀⟒⌇⏁ ⋔⟒ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⟟⟒ ⎍⌇ ⏁⍜☌⟒⏁⊑⟒⍀ ⎍⋏⏁⟟⌰ ⍙⟒ ⏚⍜⏁⊑ ⌿⏃⌇⌇ ⍜⋏. ⋏⍜ ⊑⏃⍀⋔ ⌇⊑⏃⌰⌰ ⌿⏃⌇⌇ ⏃⌇ ⌰⍜⋏☌ ⏃⌇ ⍙⟒ ⏃⍀⟒ ⋏⟒⏃⍀ ⍜⋏⟒ ⏃⋏⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀.”

George felt both himself and the dragon shiver as the magic took effect and smiled victoriously when the dragon questioned him,” It's a protection spell so you won’t be able to digest me no matter how hard your body tries!” He gave a sharp kick to the wall as he laughed in his excitement, but his smile fell as the dragon laughed around him.

“Oh I never planned to digest you, I thought you were cute and wanted to keep you, all your spell seemed to do was increase my fondness towards you…was that your plan?”

This made George frown as he tried to think over the words, bind my soul…tie us together…no harm will come…,” Oh shit..” He quickly realized his mistake, the spell he remembered wasn’t a protection spell that needed to be renewed every year... It was a wedding spell used to tie witches’ lifelines with who they consider their soul mates… he just declared a giant dragon as his soul mate and the spell took.

“My name is Dream by the way.., what's yours, my little witch?”

‘Well,’ George thought with a soft huff,’ who else can say they married a dragon?’

[echoes-lighthouse]

Freakiest Thing Each Of My Selfships Is Into <3

I was just scrolling through the tag and remembered how much I fucking love hearing about other people's niche kinks so I decided to make a post about the weirdest side of my selfships :D

My platonic selfships are of course excluded and my nostalgia selfships are also excluded because they're weird enough without adding extra kinks to them. Also, most of these are focused on my f/os rather than my s/is because I'm like 90% ace but still interested in kink and also fictional sex with my f/os.

Anyways they're under the readmore because I don't tend to post n$fw on this blog so I don't expect everyone to have the tags blocked! Please dni if under 18, etc

Jester- she likes being free-use on occasion so we'll have nice big parties with her on a table and everyone is well-trained on the rules and her safewords and she gets dicked down proper and I tell her she's doing a great job

Tate- absolutely rampant mommy kink, which wouldn't be quite so weird if his mother didn't live next door :I

Himiko- feral kitten play, baby! Especially if we're showing off for the other LoV members, we go full kitty mode and draw lots of blood and tumble around together and have fun

Tomura- age play in all of the most extremes: diapers and bottles and gloves that curl his fingers into a fist so he can't use his quirk or his hands, poor baby

Toshi- we're like 80% vanilla but we have done a couple of me-as-student, him-as-teacher roleplays that get us both going partially because of how absolutely taboo it is for both of us

Zero- uhhhh, it's Rick Sanchez I don't know what the craziest could possibly be? we have a lot of public sex at those kinds of parties, or on planets where that's the norm. I like to control him while he's having sex with someone else, tell him exactly what to do while he pleases them. OH, we do consensual non-consent scenes and somnophilia scenes, that's probably the wildest stuff maybe?

Val- the extremely vore-adjacent experience of having sex in someone else's body: the intimacy of making love in their bloodstream, nestled against a single red blood cell

Grell- blood play that is not safe or sane, but very much consensual: we got a little carried away one time and I almost bled out afterwards but I was okay: she's vicious with a scalpel, what can I say? My beloved half of Jack the Ripper.

Cecil- our relationship is 95% platonic but he's had a few phases where he's worked up enough to use me: it's kind of a sex doll situation where I'm not very active and I keep to a smaller form and let him do whatever he wants

Tumblr- we're still in the experimentation phase! nothing too wild in this relationship: she has a bit of a daddy kink (and a praise kink) but that's about it.

Monokuma- exhibitionism, baby, I'm out here doing a solo show for the cameras until I get some sweet bear loving. Technosexuality, I suppose? I would like to make him overheat ^-^

Death- hmmm, just some body worship: I could eat her out for hours and I think I do, when she lets me. Cock warming if she's got one for the day.

Gertrude- not very exciting: lots of cliche artsy lesbian things like oils and massages, waxplay and foodplay, painting each other nude and overflowing the bath by accident when we're cleaning up

Dirk- plushophilia, dubious consent, and forced orgasms: control over the other person's orgasm is one of the ultimate powers in our relationship and it swings both ways in turn

Jonah- *chanting* desk sex, desk sex, desk sex... cockwarming and powerplay. he takes out his frustration over bad business deals on me and I'm very ready for it, but sometimes I put up a fight just so he can wear himself out a bit more getting me where he wants me

Which do you think is the wildest?? I think I'm too close to really choose. You should do this with your selfships also if you'd like to!! I really do like hearing about characters and people's niche kink preferences and I think selfship/kink crossovers are something I don't see enough of.

[voraciousvore]

The Giant (10/16)

***Contains soft vore and sex! 18+!***

------Chapter 10------

Over the next couple of days, I worked hard towards my goal of finding a way home. Chester had bought me a small chunk of lapis lazuli, a beautiful blue stone with veins of white and gold, from a gem shop. He smashed it with a hammer to create pieces small enough for me to work with. I tied a thread, which proportional to me was more like a thick cord, around a shard of stone to make a magical object in the form of a necklace I could keep on my person.

When I told Chester about the requirement for blood magic, he seemed a little disturbed but willingly obliged by donating to me some of his blood. The blood was thick and unpleasantly metallic in taste, but I forced myself to drink it anyways. I chugged some water afterwards to get the nasty taste out of my mouth. I had researched some of the spells for blood magic and had found them to be highly desirable. Blood magic could be used for healing, food creation, and shifting sizes, albeit temporarily. Lightning magic, the other category I was aiming for, could be used to change the weather, shock or stun enemies, or manifest portals to other realms.

Unfortunately, I had no way of knowing if I had the innate ability to be a wizard, or if I was naturally compatible with either type of magic. For all I knew, I may be wasting my time if I were completely lacking in talent. Nevertheless, I pressed forward, attempting all the tricks and techniques I read about in my books. I practiced chants and meditation relentlessly. I tried to cast spells, to no avail. Despite all my efforts, I didn't seem to be making any progress. There was one last technique I could try, but it wouldn't be easy. The books claimed magical power could be unlocked "under extreme duress or in a life-threatening situation." Of course, I didn't want to put myself in such a frightening situation, and I wasn't even sure how I would do it in a way that didn't actually kill me.

I brought the issue up to Chester after dinner one day, and he ruminated on it for a minute before seeming to get an idea. He went to the fridge, grabbed a beer, popped the cap off, and took it back to the dining room table. He tore the label off and threw it in the trash. I observed his actions with confusion plainly written on my face. He looked back at me with an inscrutable expression. Then, to my shock, he snatched me off the table with a brisk swipe of his hand and dropped me into the bottle. I fell into the beer with a splash. I resurfaced, sputtering, and swam to the edge of the bottle, putting my hands on the glass. I was trapped inside; I had no way of climbing out. I could just make out Chester's massive form through the opaque brown glass.

"Chester!" I yelled with irritation, my voice echoing in the bottle. "Why did you do that?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to drink you up," he replied with a mischievous grin. He picked up the bottle and swirled it in his hand. A mini whirlpool formed in the beer, spinning me around.

"Chester, this is silly. It won't work because I'm not afraid of you." A tremor in my voice betrayed my true feelings. I had to admit, I was nervous. Was Chester actually planning to swallow me? He knew how much that scared me. But that was the whole point, wasn't it? My heart started to pound. He couldn't possibly do that to me, not for real. Could he?

The bottle tilted back, and I realized Chester was taking a drink. I swam with all my strength in the opposite direction. I was swept up through the neck of the bottle, almost to his lips. I barely avoided getting sucked into his mouth. Clearly, he had taken the smallest of sips just to mess with me. I was still shaken nonetheless.

"Chester, I changed my mind. I don't want to do this anymore. Please let me out."

Before Chester could reply, a thunderous knock at the front door startled both of us.

"Chester, are you home?" a bass voice boomed from outside. I looked over at Chester in terror. He was himself in shock; even through the brown glass I could see his face had paled. The front door opened, and a colossal giant walked in, shaking the table with his footsteps. I couldn't see very many details through the glass, only that the giant was, of course, enormous. His vast silhouette moved up to the table, looming over the bottle.

"Hey there ol' Chestnut, haven't seen you in forever! Hiding in the woods as always eh?"

"B-brother!" Chester managed to squeak out.

"I see you've already started cracking beers without me!" Chester's brother bellowed with a hearty laugh. I was engulfed in shadow as his huge, meaty hand closed around the beer bottle. As the bottle was raised high in the air, I comprehended with horror the giant was going to take a big gulp of beer, and undoubtedly imbibe me in the process.

"Wait Jasper! Don't drink that!" Chester yelled frantically. The bottle paused inches from his brother's lips.

"Why?" Chester's brother--apparently named Jasper--asked. He sniffed the bottle suspiciously. "Wow, that beer smells amazing! Almost like there's a little human in there!" He belted out another jovial laugh. His loud voice reverberated all around me in the bottle.

"Well..." Chester raced to come up with a quick lie. "They came out with a new flavor of beer that's supposed to taste like humans. But you shouldn't drink it, it's disgusting. Total garbage."

"Huh." Jasper thought about it for a moment, playing with the bottle that was dwarfed by his giant hand. I was frozen in fear, feeling very small as I bobbed about in the liquid. "I'm willing to give it a shot." Before Chester could respond, the giant kicked the bottle back and chugged the beer. I splayed out my arms and legs as I passed through the neck of the bottle, and managed to grip the sides enough to stop myself from sliding. I looked back to see the cavernous hole of the giant's maw covering the only way out, beer sloshing down into the abyss of his gullet. The glass was slippery, and the force of the beer was pushing me back slowly. I wanted to scream. All at once, I lost my grip and was swept into the giant's mouth.

I fought against the current with all my might but was unable to grab anything to stop my inevitable descent. I was only inside his mouth for a moment before plunging down into his gullet. Lubricated with a flood of beer, I dropped with frightening rapidity down his throat. I doubt he even realized he had swallowed an actual person with his drink. Even though I knew any struggle was pointless, I still flailed with every ounce of strength I had. After the long journey down, I was squeezed into his stomach.

The giant man must have eaten a sizable meal before coming over to Chester's, because there were half-digested chunks of unidentifiable food floating around in the burning concoction of his stomach acid. I hoped the extra food and beer would dilute the acidity of his gut and buy me some time. The stomach was churning and gurgling more than the previous times I had been eaten, perhaps because the organ was fuller and actively working to digest. I had to work fast. I urgently focused all my energy on summoning a bolt of lightning.

"Ahh! That was great!" Jasper's voice boomed through his belly. I tried to ignore him. I could hear Chester's voice shouting angrily outside, muffled by the thick barrier of flesh surrounding me.

"Slow down brother, why are you so angry?" I closed my eyes and held the lapis lazuli tight in my sweaty fist. Chester continued to rant indistinctly. "What? A real human?" I started to feel a tingling in my body. I wasn't sure if the sensation was magical or just acid starting to eat away at my skin. "Well, what's wrong with that? You put her in the bottle in the first place!"

Suddenly, I heard a popping and crackling, like static electricity. I opened my eyes to see sparks of lightning dancing across my fingers. I had done it! Without hesitation, I slapped my palm into the stomach lining and expelled all the lightning I could. The result was not very impressive, but enough to deliver a jolt to the digestive organ. Jasper let out a resounding groan.

"Oh... my stomach..." he moaned loudly. His innards crumpled up and I knew what was coming next. Just like before, I rode the wave of vomit that forced me up through his esophagus. Soon enough I could see a light up above, past the tonsils and the uvula and back into his mouth. I slid down the giant's tongue and collapsed onto the dining room table with a splat. In a flash, familiar hands enclosed me protectively. Chester rushed me over to the sink and rinsed me off in cold water. Both Jasper and I were coughing.

Ignoring his brother, Chester ran with me in his hands to the bathroom and washed me with soap, then dried me with a towel. He obtained some clean clothes for me and I gratefully put them on. Once I was all cleaned up, and the shock and horror of what had transpired wore off, I was elated.

"Chester! It worked! I was able to use lightning magic!" I grinned up at him. Chester rubbed his temples with his hands, clearly exasperated.

"Jackie, you know I had no intention of actually eating you, right? I was just trying to scare you! I didn't know my stupid brother was going to show up!" He rested his hands on the counter, leaning over me.

I patted his knuckle, feeling his soft skin under my hand. "It's okay. No harm done. And your brother didn't even know I was in there. I don't blame him."

"Just wait here, I'll show him out the door," Chester growled.

"No, it's alright. He can stay," I asserted.

Chester raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Seriously? Even after all that?"

"Yes," I insisted. "I figure I have to meet your family at some point, if I'm going to stay here in the Land of Giants with you."

Chester stopped, recognizing the heavy significance of my words. "That's true," he conceded softly. "Alright. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yeah," I affirmed, although not as confidently as before. The thought of confronting the giant who had just ingested me, even though the act was accidental, was admittedly distressing. However, I knew I had to be strong. I had Chester with me if anything went wrong, and hopefully I could still conjure up more magic. I doubted Jasper would try to eat me after I had shocked him from inside his belly. I hopped into Chester's open hand and sat down. "I'm ready."

Chester slowly walked with me back into the kitchen. Jasper was still there, looking a bit rattled as he guzzled a second beer from the fridge. Now that I wasn't looking at him through a wall of brown glass, I could definitely see the family resemblance between Chester and his brother. Jasper had similar facial features, the same color hair, and green eyes, although his were a shade darker than Chester's. He was marginally shorter and portlier, with his gut protruding over his waistband. His ruddy cheeks flushed red in embarrassment when he saw me.

"S-sorry about that," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with his arm. "I didn't know you were in that bottle." He glanced over at me. Despite the awkwardness of the encounter, I could tell he was curious.

"It's alright," I responded weakly. I was trying to project my voice so he could hear me, but my apprehension was getting in the way. "I know it wasn't your fault. I forgive you." Jasper seemed relieved at my statement.

After an uncomfortable pause, Chester spoke up to ease the tension. "Jasper, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend. This is Jaclyn." Now it was my turn to blush. Girlfriend? I gazed up at Chester, who was beaming down at me lovingly. I beamed back. I liked the sound of it.

"Girlfriend?" Jasper repeated, baffled at this new development. He cocked an eyebrow.

Even though I was nervous to leave the safety of Chester's hands, I figured I would have to learn to get along with Chester's family sooner rather than later. Forcing down my anxiety, I cleared my throat. "Chester, you can let Jasper hold me if he wants. So he can see me better." I prayed internally that I wouldn't regret this rash act of boldness.

Chester seemed reluctant to relinquish me, but in accordance with my wishes, he held out the hand I was sitting in to his brother. Jasper hesitated, but his curiosity got the better of him. I knew he couldn't see me in detail since I was so tiny compared to the two massive giants. He offered up his gigantic hand, and I carefully stepped into it and crouched down on my knees so I wouldn't lose my balance. With the upmost care, he raised his hand up to eye level so he could get a closer look at me. Although I was tempted to look away, I forced myself to return eye contact, finding myself lost in the forest green of his giant irises.

"You're pretty," Jasper complimented quietly, trying to keep his voice low so as not to scare me. "And very brave. I don't think I've ever met a human who wasn't absolutely terrified of a huge giant like me."

I smiled shyly and finally broke eye contact, looking down into the plush surface of his hand. Much like Chester, he handled me delicately, as if I were fragile. "Thank you," I answered meekly.

Jasper looked over at his brother. "I can see why you like her." He carefully handed me back over to Chester, who embraced me warmly with his hands.

"What brings you out to my neck of the woods, Jasper?" Chester inquired.

Jasper slapped his forehead with his hand. "Oh, I completely forgot with all the excitement! There's a game on tonight. I thought you might want to watch it with me." He glanced at the clock. "It probably started already." He raced over to the living room, turned on the TV, and made himself at home on the couch.

"We'll be over there in a minute," Chester told him. He brought me in close. "You did so well! I'm proud of you," he whispered to me. He kissed me softly with his giant lips. I kissed him back, melting like butter in the palm of his hand.

"Thanks Chester," I whispered back. "I like being your girlfriend. And I love you."

"I love you too."

Chester strolled over to the living room and sat down next to his brother. He set me in his lap, cradling me in his warm hands. The game that Jasper was so enthusiastic about was just like football, but the teams were different, and the rules were altered somewhat. The game appeared to be more violent too. I watched with interest. The two giant brothers enjoyed the game as well, with Jasper getting especially rowdy during some of the big plays. I figured giants must be more physically durable than humans, because some of the injuries looked like they would incapacitate any human but the giant players got up like they were no big deal.

By the time the game was over Jasper had demolished at least five beers, and Chester had downed a few as well. As for me, I declined to drink. After swimming in beer and gastric juices, I was in no mood.

"Jasper, you can crash on the couch if you'd like. Jaclyn and I are going to bed," Chester informed him. Jasper, in a drunken stupor, sprawled his gigantic body out on the couch and was snoring within seconds. I couldn't resist giggling at him. Chester laughed too. He took me to the bedroom and passed out on the bed pretty quickly himself. I snuggled up on his mountainous chest. I felt lucky to have him as my boyfriend.

The next morning, I woke up before Chester did because I was cold. He was still fast asleep. I thought about what a girlfriend should do in such a circumstance. Smirking to myself, I crawled down his bare belly and slunk under the waistband of his underwear. Now I was nice and warm next to his package. I started to fondle his giant testicles, rubbed his head, and played with his shaft. His flesh came to life underneath my hands, pulsing and growing as blood rushed in. He was definitely awake now. I gripped his penis with my arms and legs and pumped up and down on it vigorously. As I grinded on his huge member with my body, I got aroused as well. Riding a ridiculously big, throbbing cock was extremely hot. Especially when he started to moan with pleasure. Oh, God! At the height of intensity, his penis stiffened and his balls twitched as they dumped their load. I collapsed on his shaft, exhausted but exhilarated. He reached into his underwear and pulled me out.

"Holy cow," the giant marveled. "You never cease to amaze me, Jackie."

"You're incredible yourself!" I gushed. "I could never have an experience like that with a human man! Damn, that was sexy as hell!" We gazed at each other adoringly and shared the moment by cuddling, with me against his cheek in his hands. After a few minutes, Chester's sensitive nose twitched and his belly grumbled. The smell of sizzling bacon was wafting in from the kitchen. We got up and threw on some clothes, including a new pair of underwear for Chester. Once we were decent, we joined Jasper in the kitchen, who was cooking a breakfast feast.

"You two lovebirds hungry?" Jasper asked with a teasing wink. "She eats the same food as us, right? I just wanted to make sure. Never had to feed a human before. Usually they feed me." He laughed heartily. Chester was not too keen on his humor, drawing me in closer to his torso possessively, but affirmed with a nod.

Breakfast was about ready, so Chester set me down on the dining table and served up the food on two giant platters. As he always did, he made sure to cut up miniature portions for me and placed them on the edge of his plate. He also poured me some orange juice in a bottle cap. Jasper ate as enthusiastically as his brother, shoveling bacon and sausage and eggs into his cavernous maw as if he hadn't eaten in days. Come to think of it, I had made him throw up his dinner last night, to be replaced only by beer, so he probably was pretty hungry. The reminder of being inside his stomach curbed my appetite significantly, and I found I had difficulty eating more than a few bites. I inched closer to Chester's arm, which was resting on the table next to me.

"Hey Chester," Jasper piped up in between large bites, "I was curious, how do you control your cravings around her? I doubt I'd be able to keep a human alive in my house for more than a couple days at the most before eating it." He glanced down at me out of the corner of his eye as he waved his fork in his hand absently. I swear I saw a glint of that same predatory hunger in his eyes that occasionally surfaced in Chester's. I gulped nervously and gripped Chester's arm with my hand.

Chester blanched. "We've found ways of handling it," he muttered.

"And what about Mom and Dad? I'm guessing you haven't told them you're dating a human?" Jasper continued to prod.

Chester groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. "I didn't think about that." I looked up at him questioningly. The thought of having to meet more giants filled me with anxiety, but his reaction concerned me even more.

Seeing my confusion, Jasper explained, "Our parents are part of the older generation who were alive when giants still lived in the human realm. They lived during the war between humans and giants and the expulsion of giants from the human world. Needless to say, they don't look upon humans too favorably." He gave me a sad smile. "Chester and I, on the other hand, were born here in the Land of Giants, so we don't hold the same prejudice, since we hardly see humans here at all. Most of the time, with those of us of the younger generation, if we find a human we just eat it since we know humans taste so good."

Chester elbowed him sharply. "I don't. I'm not a monster!"

Jasper shrugged. "I know you've done it before."

Chester's countenance darkened with a mixture of regret and shame. "Not anymore. That's not who I want to be. I'm not cruel." I rubbed his arm with my hand to comfort him and he smiled down at me, returning my gesture with his finger. Jasper observed us with a bemused smirk but mercifully held his tongue. I could tell he was just teasing his brother, and didn't mean any harm.

Addressing me this time, Jasper remarked, "Chester seems happier with you around than he was before." I smiled at him timidly but felt too shy to speak. He seemed to understand and didn't press me for a response. Soon enough, he became distracted by his breakfast and demolished it with a few titanic bites. He looked at the clock and stood up.

"Well, I'm off. It was nice meeting you, lovely little lady." He patted my side with his finger. Chester stiffened slightly but didn't say anything. Jasper slapped his shoulder jovially. "See you later, brother."

"Later," Chester replied. Jasper walked out, carelessly slamming the front door behind him. Chester sighed and scooped me up in his giant hands. "You doing alright? I hope my obnoxious brother didn't scare you."

"I'm fine. I like your brother." I gazed up at Chester's handsome face, glad to have him all to myself now. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

"I should catch up on my writing, I suppose," Chester said. "Are you going to practice some magic, now that you're able to cast a lightning spell?"

"Of course!"

Chapter 11

Chapter 1

[ryanmarshallryan]

Thoughts on accidental vore? Where someone falls into anothers gullet, but they still keep the meal? If you're into it you should definitely give it a try when writing

Accidental can definitely be fun! I definitely prefer vore the most when both parties are enjoying themselves, and sometimes accidental does lend itself to that outcome. But when I imagine it for myself, I like to feel that it’s almost a serendipitous occurrence.

For example:

A feeder helping a gainer devour a huge meal, and the gainer closes their eyes and savours all the flavors sliding across their tongue that the feeder feeds them… only to realize afterward that the feeder was one of those flavors. But the feeder is inside the gut chanting “Keep going! There’s still so much food in the fridge!” Something like that lol. 

Playfully wrestling with a partner, or even bros just being bros and somehow one guy shoving the other misplaces a hand and peristalsis kicks in. But like the prey is simply so impressed by the pred being able to accidentally do it that they are into it or something.

Or you know that song from “Chicago,” like “He ran into my knife ten times!”? Could have a caption that is like “I can’t believe you jumped down my throat like that!” “I didn’t jump down your throat, you just picked me up and ate me!” “Oh, well, you love it” “You’re not wrong, but a little warning could have been nice.”

I know this has been done before, but like on a job site or something, where someone falls from a great height and lands into the open mouth of a confused worker who happened to look up to see what the commotion was. Could happen from a theatre crew worker on a catwalk falling into an actor’s mouth, or construction sites have loads of opportunities, etc. But it would be nice to get the prey’s monologue while they get comfortable in the stomach after the ingestion perhaps something like “Eh, at least this beats having to finish the shift,” or “Hey, can you hold me in your gut till we clock out? Pretend like you can’t get me out or something.” I know the latter would defeat your purpose of the pred keeping the prey, but hey I can leave it open to you to decide what the pred does at the end of the day lol. 

Remember those Amelia Bedelia books where she does everything super literal? Maybe there could be a scenario of a guy who yells at another “Eat me!” either in a tone meaning “Square up!” or “Fight me!” and the other guy takes it literally, “Eat you? Hmm… well, okay, if you insist.” Maybe the pred can hold the violent prey in his gut until he calms down lol.

Also anything at a pool. Diving board… someone dives in… a pred is lounging on a pool donut floatie and doesn’t notice the diver as he floats in the diving path… it just writes itself.

But I have actually written a few accidental stories written. Pride Pool Party, Dreaming at the Pool, and PIZZA! are fairly recent ones. Sheet Birthday Cake and Pride & Predestination are also technically accidental.

[01tsubomi]

in college during the year of the huge polar vortex i was taking an experimental music composition course and i pitched a piece based on the polar vortex and the professor arranged a bit where 4 guys would chant “polar vortex” one syllable at a time which in practice meant one guy was just shouting “vore” but the professor didn’t know about vore and every few months i go searching for the note where i transcribed the exchange when one guy finally explained it to him

[littlewolflark]

Passengers all boarding a bus simultaneously chanting “bus vore bus vore BUS VORE”

[ursabear]

Is that TRAVIS FIMMEL? No, that’s NJORD HARALDSEN. The 42 year old OAK MOON - WEREBEAR ALPHA MALE is a HANDYMAN. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be GENTLE & HONEST, but beware, they’re also known to be OBSTINATE & OVERPROTECTIVE. Their friends also say that they’re into VOYEURISM & VANILLA but don’t you dare try DOMINATION & UROPHILIA with them. [DEVIL, 31, HER/SHE, EST]

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Njord Haraldsen

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 42 years old

Pack: Ursa

Species: Werecreature

Subspecies: Bear - Grizzly

Gender: Male

Secondary Gender: Alpha

Present or Past: Present

General

Family: Deceased

Mate: None

Children: Wanting

Pets: None

Occupation: Handyman

Favorite song: Ragnarök (Viking Chant)

APPEARANCE

FC: Robbie Amell

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 190 pounds

Build: Muscular

Hair Color: Light Brown

Eye Color: Green

NSFW

Position: Top

Kinks: Voyeurism & Vanilla

Anti-Kinks: Domination, Scat, Urophilia, & Vore

Safeword: Ragnarok

Dick Size: 10.3"

He grew up in a small rural city where everyone knew everyone in Norway. The city maintained itself by tourists coming to experience the ranch life. Not all tourists were good people though and there was always the risk of hunters so his family tried to keep to themselves and not interact with outsiders. They celebrated their Viking heritage practically every day by wearing hairstyles similar to theirs and hunting.

When he came of age and presented alpha, his family celebrated by hunting down a bear and having a big dinner. From the black bear was made a pelt for Njord to wear and from his meat was made the dinner. The whole town participated in the celebration and that's how some tourists, hunters really, found out who they really were.

That night, his father was swiftly killed but not quietly. His mother quickly took Njord to a cellar in the kitchen when the hunters stormed in. She was brutally raped while her child watched helplessly. The physical strain on her body, the wolfsbane doing its job at slowly killing her and they finished her off by breaking her neck when they were done with her. They searched for the boy but were sloppy and left without finding him.

Once alone he cried and screamed the death of his parents before making a drastic choice. He didn't stick around to be found by them, he packed what few items he thought he needed, put the pelt on, and ran away from the city.

Once in the big more civilized cities, he put his pelt away to try and look normal among the others. It meant he barely carried anything else in his backpack so he had to make due every day. He fed by doing all sorts of odd jobs. Fixing a computer here, plumbing there, all sorts of stuff.

However, trauma wasn't quite done with him and he was haunted by nightmares and guilt feeling he should've done something to protect her. He sought help and would fall in love with his therapist some months later making him drop his therapy altogether. At first, everything went well but, eventually, his boyfriend began screaming at him for waking him up at night with his nightmares, and from then the abuse escalated becoming worse and worse bordering on physical.

Njord broke the relationship eventually, he still doesn't know where he got the courage to do so but he attributes it to his pelt. One day, his boyfriend found his bear pelt and was about to throw it out. That's when Njord said no more and retook his life and broke up with his abusive partner.

However, he resorted to everything. He tried alcohol to get drunk and drugs to get high but nothing worked until he tried the drugs of a specific dealer. Unknowingly he had tried fae-made drugs and those could get him high and addicted for sure, which he did. He became addicted to these drugs and always returned for more and more. He sustained his addiction with his many odd jobs, but he was still an efficient worker if not the best looking sometimes. He struggled with his drug addiction for years while he continued to do odd jobs here and there. He sought help in the end, somewhat hesitantly, and through said help he learned about New Haven. A safe place where he wouldn't have to worry about hunters again.

He doesn't trust humans anymore, didn't since that day. New Haven sounded like the perfect place to him because it didn't have humans, and he wouldn't have to hide or worry about humans anymore.

He moved into New Haven son after learning about it and got his own house while continuing to do odd jobs as a handyman now. He loved this place! No more hiding, no more fear, no more nightmares! Well, he wouldn't go that far but he certainly liked this place.

It's been 15 years since he arrived at New Haven and the Ursa leader just died of reasons unknown. He wanted to help everyone, he had struggled enough, so he did his best as handyman to help people sometimes free of charge.

[sanderssideswriting]

Loceit teacher au! (idk what happened but there’s a little angst at the bottom) 

Logan teaches astronomy and is the director of the debate team for Cedar High

he’s a pretty hard teacher but makes sure that everyone knows what to do (EX clear directions)

he’s always open for questions and if multiple students don’t understand what he’s teaching he goes to look at his lesson and usually changes it to a different teaching style.

it’s not uncommon for his teaching styles to change dramatically throughout the year to see which works best for which class

classes are not identical because of this, which is a bonus because it’s harder to get answers to tests when two classes are taught diffrently.

he’s pretty popular with students

he’s also not very open about his home life so trying to ask personal questions to waste class time will not work

He rarely has movie days

Janus teaches philosophy and is the director of the debate team for Acre Academy

his class is hard, but really fun

he’s also always open for questions and makes sure everyone understands the directions because “if you can’t understand the directions then I won’t understand your assignment”

he holds lots of mock courtroom scenarios and debates, he has a hands on learning approach and almost never does tests and when he does there will be references to things that happened in that specific class, so there’s no use getting the answers from someone else

netflix documentaries all the time, without packets, but if he asks a random question you better know the answer and don’t even think about falling asleep, there’s a really bag stack of miscellaneous books for a reason. 

One of the best parts of his class is that every week he’ll give either a truth or a lie about his personal life and you have a week to try and figure out if it’s a truth or a lie

if a class is correct he never shows it

“Fuck Donald Trump” has been known to play loudly before and on the bus ride to debates

“Eat the rich” is also chanted often

Logan has gone over to Janus’s team multiple times to tell them to quite down.

Everyone including the teachers think that they hate each other

I mean how could they not? They’re practically opposites.

That ans Mr. Sanders son Virgil and Mr. Dolas’s son Remy swear they despise each other.

One day after some pretty aggressive “eat the rich” chanting Logan walks over looking rather mad.

“My students are practicing and doing their homework Mr. Dolas, and you chanting eat the rich is not doing them any favors.”

“Sorry love, We’ll stop chanting.”

“Just for today or for the rest of the year?”

Janus smirked “we’ll see”

it happened again a week later “Mr. Dolas please, stop chanting, my students are trying to learn,”

“As are mine Mr. Sanders.”

“Please refrain from chanting ‘eat the rich’ for the rest of the year Mr. Dolas.”

Janus just winked.

they hated each other.

“Alright class, because of Mr. Sanders we will no longer be chanting eat the rich.”

That disappointed the students tremendously.

“But he never said anything about ‘vore the rich’“

Mr. Sanders once again walked into Janus’s room in themiddle of them chanting “vore the rich”

“Vore the rich. Really Janus?”

“I’m surprised you know what it means Mr. Sanders.”

“I asked Remus what it meant,”

“I bribed him not to tell you.”

“yes but you forget two can play at that game, you may know Remus longer but I know Roman. Where there’s a twin there’s a way. Darling.” Logan left with a smirk on his face.

Janus was left trying to suppress the sure gay panic.

Mr. Dolas and Mr. Sanders knowing the same person made the rumor mill run wild.

Then the accident happened.

Janus got the call first, his adopted brother Patton was in an accident.

He grabbed his things and left as soon as possible. He called Logan in the car

Logan picked up the phone. “Yes? I’m in class. I’ll get the boys and meet you at the hospital. Go make sure Patton is ok.”

He left with Virgil and went to Acre Academy to get Remy.

that brought so many more questions.

Patton was fine and recovered.

when they got back everyone including the other teachers asked them about what happened.

Logan said “Janus is my best friends brother, which is how we know each other.”

Janus said “Logan is on of my brothers best friends so we’re well acquainted.”

Roman actually asks why they keep their relationship status a secret.

Logan doesn’t like telling the students and doesn’t see it as necessary for them to know.

Janus respects that Logan doesn’t want everyone to know and also isn’t keen on telling everyone

besides, it’s so much more fun to keep everyone guessing

Then Janus has an interview with a law firm and gets a job.

Meaning he has to leave the school.

everyone is sad to see him go.

the last truth or lie on the board is “I hate Mr. Sanders”

everyone says it’s true which Janus privately laughs at.

Everything is pretty different, and Janus’s students really miss chanting “vore the rich” “eat the rich” or whatever the new chant was

Janus proposed to Logan at the observatory

“Logan Sanders, will you marry me?” Janus did not get on one knee.

“I thought you said weddings where stupid and overly expensive pageantries,” 

“I’ve decided to make an exception,”

Patton suprises Logan right after school ends.

“Let me see thing ring right now! I’m so happy I helped pick the ring and suggested the snake. It looks perfect Logan!”

Logan obliges showing him the very simple ring, with an engraved snake

Remus Looked at Logan ded in the eyes “I swear to fucking god if you so much as look at my bestfriend the wrong way they’ll never find your body.”

Logan laughed “I wouldn’t dream of it,”

“Good! Because you’re my best friends fiance. and it’d be a shame to kill you,”

“It’d be a shame to die before my wedding day.”

“Dad! Can we go? as much as I love this you can always I dunno not do it outside of my school.” Virgil said.

“Virgil, I just go engaed, I’m going to talk about it. If you want you can walk to Acre Academy and get a ride from your brother and Emile.”

“We should leave, I need to make a similar threat to Janus, can’t have him hurting my best friend,” Roman said.

“Roman!! You ruined it! Me and Remy worked so hard!” Virgil complained.

Roman laughed “yes and now it’s time for the dramatic revel!”

“It’s not very dramatic,”

Then everyone knew that they didn’t in fact hate each other.

Remy had the most fun picking up Virgil “get in loser we’re going shopping!”

“Remington Dolas-Sanders, grounded for a week.”

“Ha sucker!”

“You too Virgil!”

“dang it!”

that was confirmation for anyone and everyone that Mr. Dolas and Mr. Sanders where indeed together. 

[the-muppet-joker]

I Felt Your Embrace

Part 2

Tags: Cum Swallowing, Dubious Consent, Joker's Cum Causes Insanoty, Kramer (Seinfeld) x The Martians (Sesame Street), Vore

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...They were even stranger, if possible. Kramer was at the address on the paper, completely surrounded large muppets that seemed to be almost entirely mouth.

"Uh... did you guys happen to order a jar of Clown Semen?" Kramer questioned uneasily. The blue muppet opened its impossibly wide mouth, and for an insane second, Kramer imagined being swallowed up by it entirely.

Instead, a low, rumbling voice responded. "Jar... jar?"

The red muppet spoke in return. "Book."

"Book? Book." Said Blue

" Book. Earth Book. Jar. Book" said Red, materializing a small book from within its massive felt folds. The many colorful muppets crowded around the book, nodding and making various "Ahhh" and "Ohhh" sounds as they read.

The Blue and Red ones, who seemes to be the most talkative of the bunch, discussed their findings amongst each other.

"Jar." Said Red, pointing confidently at the jar of Joker Semen.

"Jar." Said Blue. "Semen?"

The Martian Muppets looked at one another again before delving back into their book for an answer.

Kramer, in the meantime, suddenly noticed with alarm that several more colorful martians had quietly filed in behind him, leaving him completely surrounded. He was trapped, and the sensation of soft felt pressed against him from all sides as they only got closer. It was so soft.... I bet it's softer on the inside, an unbidden thought floated through his panicking mind.

Suddenly, the Blue Martian was less than a centimeter from him, staring down at him with large, white eyes. It seemed the muppets had reached a consensus from their book.

"Semen." Said Blue simply. "Swallow."

Kramer gulped. Red nodded. Lifting a fold of felt, seemingly pointing at him.

"Swallow. Semen. Jar"

All the muppets around him began to speak at once, then. A horrible, chanting chorus of "YEP YEP YEP YEP YEP" As their ginormous mouths bobbed up and down. Kramer's mind began to white out. He felt like cornered prey with all these large mouthed, demanding creatures pressed against him.

Almost out of instinct, he unscrewed the lid, lifted the jar to his lips, and downed the entire pale green, slightly glowing, sticky slurry. It was salty, and the flavor hung heavy on his tongue even after he swallowed. Uh oh, Kramer thought, immediately feeling mania and bloodlust begin to overtake him.

Kramer began to cackle wildly, thrashing against the Martians, who babbled nonsense exclamations to one another in alarm. Kramer grabbed a fistful of a green one's felt and bit it wildly as it screamed. He tasted blood.

Blue turned to Red, frantically trying to come up with a solution.

"Uh... Swallow?"

"SWALLOW." Confirmed Red.

Blue opened his gaping mouth, and with one fluid motion, enveloped Kramer whole, squeezing him with the muscles in its throat, and plunging him into the wet, dark, warm depths of his stomach. A prominent bulge, visable in Blue's felt, was all that was left of Cosmo Kramer.

Kramee tried to move, to thrash violently, anything, but the soft, slimy walls clung to him so tightly that he was unable to move at all. Somehow, the tight hold and utter darkness was able to replace the mania of Joker's cum with something else: a confusing feeling of elation and arousal. It was so... tight. So wet. So hot. He couldn't move, he could only wait until he was fully digested. He knew in his heart that this is what he was made for. To be prey...

I Felt Your Embrace

Part 1

Tags: Joker x Kermit, Cosmo Kramer, Joker's Cum Makes Kermit Insane, Cum Harvesting

--Martians (Sesame Street) x Kramer, Vore, and more to come in part 2--

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Cosmo Kramer had done some odd jobs in his life, this one was just about to take the cake. He was visiting Gotham on a whim, and saw an ad in the paper for a delivery job that seemed to be a quick cash grab. "Delivery boy wanted for a Mr. Joker, eh? Sounds like I just gotta deliver clown supplies or somethin, like those flowers that shoot people with water, or maybe juggling balls. Shouldn't be too difficult...might even get free clown supplies. You never know, could come in handy..."

He realized, too late, that this Joker was no ordinary clown. Before him was a scene that was equal parts disturbing, errotic, and baffling. A green muppet fellow, a frog by the looks of it, lay in an ecstatic stupor on the floor of the warehouse the Joker had requested Kramer meet him at. The muppet, addressed by the clown as "Kermit" had been in a violent frenzy when Kramer had arrived, and only calmed down when Joker had scooped copious amounts of a strange, sticky fluid out of the hole in his back, storing it safely in a jar. The way Kermit had moaned and shuddered at the contact, and how even in his subdued state he lay twitching on the floor with a blissful, fucked out look in his eyes... Kramer eyed the substance in the jar and gulped nervously. Whatever it was, it sure made that muppet go wild.

The clown who hired him cleared his throat, snapping Kramer out of his thoughts. He looked different than most clowns he had seen: instead of silly, baggy clothes, he wore a tight-fitting, stylish purple suit that complimented his lean figure. Where most clowns had painted a dopey smile, the Joker's milky white face had a sharp, crimson grin. And his eyes... his eyes were what drew Kramer in the most acid green, with a slight glow that matched that of the jar's contents.

"If you're done staring, I'd like to talk business," Joker crooned. Kramer nodded wordlessly, wondering when his mouth had gotten so dry. Joker grinned.

"My darling Kermit over there has a group of acquantences who are... new in town, so to speak. They have a passion for cataloging just about everything on earth in this quaint little book of theirs."

Joker's eyes burned into Kramer's as he spoke, and Kramer was suddenly reminded of a snake constricting its prey.

"They stopped by unexpectedly the other day in the middle of one of me and Kermit's... sessions, and they want a sample of whatever made him act so strangely so they may research it." Joker pressed the jar and a slip of paper into Kramer's sweaty hands. Joker's long, spiderlike fingers brushed against Kramer's and he had to surpress a yelp. Jesus, I don't know if I'm more terrified or turned on by this weirdo, but I gotta snap out of it. You're here for a job, Kramer. Think of the cash, Kramer thought desperately.

"Go to the address on that paper and deliver this. Get their signature confirming they received it, return here, and I will reward you handsomly. Joker finished with a blood-red smile.

"With cash, right? $1000?" Kramer asked, fidgeting. He wasn't sure where to look; hot-creepy clown, moaning muppet, jar of glowing cum in his hands... Jerry was never going to believe this shit.

Joker just smiled even wider, and Kramer babbled an assortment of "sounds good" and "got it boss" type phrases as he stumbled out the door. This clown is outta control, he thought, hoping the folks at the location on the paper would be less strange...

--Part 2 Coming Soon--

[novorehere]

Howl vore... That's a new one...GIMME!!!!

I WISH I COULD PROVIDE BUT I FORGOT ALMOST EVERYTHING ABOUT THE MOVIE EXCEPT THAT HE’S A SUPER CUTE WIZARD AND WHO WOULDNT WANT TO BE EATEN BY A SUPER CUTE WIZARD