#Slime pred

[pineappleparfaitie]

Doodle of the duo.

Goop wants Aqua to be in his enclosure since it means they get to hang out.

Though eating some pens and paperclips isnt going to let Aquas employer have them stay in there lol

[hungry-blue-dragon]

Also curious about slime vore, im a big fan but havent seen that much around either...

Oh, slime vore's a lot of fun! A lot of artists (and writers, oddly) take the unfortunate method of just making it oral vore but with a semitransparent pred, but there's no reason to limit yourself so! You can have a slime pred who drags their prey in through wherever, be they an amorphous blob waiting for a foolish adventurer to get a hand caught to pull in the rest, a cheerful slime griffoness who lures her meals in with a hug, or a lewd slime fox who makes a naked friend "wear" him after a lost bet.

[voracious-trashcan]

The results are in and fuckin hell you guys are brutal.

[thealmightyemprex]

Deanna devouring a human

@themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @ariel-seagull-wings @goodanswerfoxmonster

[hungry-blue-dragon]

when you're fingering your slimegirl gf and accidentally brush against the skull of her last victim

More people need to do goop/slimegirl posting. it's fucking imperative

[nomstellations]

You were a fledgling knight, one who trained hard to become a true knight who protected others and upheld justice. You were given a task to prove your mettle- clear out the local dungeon, and you would graduate from the knight's academy with honor. You were confident that you'd succeed after all your hard work...

But your confidence did you in, and now you were stuck in a slimy situation.

The slime you were currently enveloped by was gloating over you, all too pleased that it had finally caught itself a whole, live knight! You floated helplessly in its middle, the slime was rather thick and you had a hard time moving to get free...it seemed to give you a little bubble around your nose and eyes, at least. Guess it wanted to hold onto you for now, but how were you going to get out? Knight Academy didn't prepare you for escaping from a slime! They were so pathetically weak no good knight would get caught by one! None but you...

Come to think of it, this slime smelled kind of...fruity. Like apples. That made you hungry, there was a girl back in town who made the best apple pies...and you didn't eat too much before you left for the dungeon either. You were desperate for escape, AND pretty hungry...so you hatched a very stupid idea. You opened your mouth and started swallowing.

The slime tasted just as good as it smelled, and you greedily and almost eagerly gulped at it. It didn't notice at first- it was all too busy debating on which monster friend of its it should show you off to. Its only when it tried to move it found that its mass was shrinking quickly. "H-hey, what are you doing?! You're supposed to be my meal, not the other way around!"

You weren't paying them any mind; your plan was working and that's all that mattered! The slime felt nice and cool sliding down your throat, and you felt grateful that your armor wasn't covering your filling stomach. Gulp after gulp, you swallowed the slime down until there was just a piece of it left, trying to slip out of your mouth and throat. "W-wait, I'm sorry for eating you! Please let me go!"

Slrp...glp. With that final slurp, the slime was fully encased inside of you. Your stomach was more full than its ever been in its life, stretched taut with the slime sloshing around inside. It felt...good, actually. You could get used to something like this, and it was a unique method of defeating slimes! Not like your sword was any use against it... You picked it up, using it as a prop to help you stand upright. The weight in your middle would take some getting used to, but it was nothing a knight couldn't handle! Your stomach sloshed and made an audible glorp...hopefully traversing the dungeon wouldn't be too difficult with it like this. You'll let it go when you're done- slime didn't make for good adventuring rations.

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

I want to sink into you

[hungry-blue-dragon]

In the little description for Grace, you wrote that its safe to be inside her (unless she has good reason not to keep you safe)

How do you imagine it feels to be safely inside her? Ive thought about slimes a bunch and i arrived at the idea that even tho they are liquid, i prefer if you can breathe inside there somehow; perhaps through some magical kind of osmosis? On a similar note, i also find it fun if the slime gets somewhat into the prey's mouth, so they also get a taste of whoever is tasting them...

Also also, i like to imagine slimes having the ability to change their chemical makeup somewhat, so that sometimes they can touch things harmlessly and other times digest/absorb them; is that the case with Grace as well?

(Sorry if the ask is too long..)

It's basically like floating in a viscous liquid, probably 80-something F in temperature. Breathing starts difficult, but her slime adapts to your lung strength and soon is not much worse than a particularly humid day. You technically don't need to actually breathe; she's perfectly capable of directing air to your body, but basically everyone's body freaks the fuck out if she doesn't let the lungs inflate and collapse normally.

For a similar reason, when she lets people out, their face is usually the last to leave, so she can carefully reintroduce air. Grace usually hides this as either a kiss, sitting on their face, or reaching an arm in - it's all functionally the same (if she wants, you could even just find yourself stuck to a "feather" on her wing until she's detached), so it tends to depend on her mood.

As for the chemical makeup thing, Kahudra is a little more directly magical: her chemical makeup remains the same, and it's how she's conducting her innate magic that determines if what's inside her is going to get turned into slime or just float there for a bit. She finds that even unreasonably violent adventurers can usually be persuaded to talk things out if they watch their recently-yanked-away sword visibly corrode and vanish in a matter of seconds. Sometimes she doesn't even have to bodily restrain them!

[hungry-blue-dragon]

(FurAffinity) (Cohost)

This is accurate to Claire's personality, but isn't canon (figures, her first appearance and it doesn't even count). This is probably canon for Eris, though.

Also, damn, so many tags on this one...

Voretober 23 - Stranger

Length: 1800 words Vore type: M/F, F/M, F/?, wing vore, absorption, oral vore Fandom: None (Kahudra) Other info: multiple preds, multiple prey, willing prey, unwilling prey, bat/mouse, slime/tiger, and one more Summary: A vore show segment where they showcase the strange and, ah, "stranger" ways to devour another person! Featuring a twist ending, courtesy of Eris.

On stage, in front of a studio audience and behind a podium, stood a vixen in a purple pinstripe suit and a broad grin, holding a microphone by her mouth. At a cue, she waved to the camera. "Welcome back to the show! I'm Raine, and in just a moment, we have an interview with one of the nation's leading thaumic scientists on what's going on in the fascinating world of coming back from a stomach - or wherever else you wind up. But first is a segment we're calling, "Tooth is Stranger Than Fiction," where several contestants delve beyond the jaws to show off the weirder side of ingestion."

She strolled from her podium across the stage, and the camera followed, zooming out until it framed three pairs of individuals, each a guy and a girl: a mouse and a bat; an orange, lizard-shaped slime and a tiger; and a dog and some sort of furry, serpentine mishmash of species. "Okay, everyone, let's have a round of applause for our three guests," the host said as she stopped before each pair. "Over here on the left, we have Claire, a sleeper by day and teacher by night." The bat in question blushed and sheepishly waved a wing. "Next up, Victor, the wettest bookseller I've ever met." The lizard offered a polite nod. "And last but certainly not least, Eris, an incorrigibly chaotic spirit - so don't incorrige her." Eris leaned her neck over to Raine, leaving the rest of her body behind, and whispered something to her. Shocked, the vixen looked down to see that she was holding a large gummy worm instead of a microphone. The draconequus simply snapped a paw and grinned toothily at the camera, and the mic was back, albeit bright yellow.

After holding it up to scrutinize, Raine shrugged and walked back to Claire, explaining on the way, "And of course, our lovely professional prey, without whom our predators would have to plunder the audience - or each other!" A fourth wave of applause came and went before the fox turned to Claire. "So, Claire, what have you got for us today?"

The bat smiled. "Well, back in college, I experimented with some runic markings on myself - side note for those watching: don't do that. I got lucky, one of my friends didn't." Having turned to the camera for the brief responsibility PSA, Claire refocused on Raine. "Anyway, thanks to that, I can eat people with my wings, which I am here to demonstrate." She spread one wing out, displaying an impressive wingspan and shimmering, blue symbols all over the membrane from tip to shoulder to ankle.

Raine gave a low whistle. "A stunning display, and you haven't even started yet! So, ready?" She looked at the bat, then at the mouse beside her. Both nodded, so she stepped back to give the pair some room - and the camera a good shot.

Claire partially unfurled both wings, and beckoned her prey forward. Once he stood right against her fluffy, furry front, she drew her wings back in, wrapping the mouse in a leathery embrace. "Here goes," she said, "sorry you guys can't see much." A soft, blue glow shone out from under her chin, and over the course of ten seconds, the lumpy, somewhat recognizable bulges of the mouse against her wing membranes grew much less defined, and her hug shrunk inward. Finally, with a cheeky "ta-da!" the bat spread her wings again; the blue symbols shimmered brighter than before, but once the mouse's empty clothes fell to the floor, all that stood between them was her bare, brown fur, no rodent to be seen. She quickly wrapped them loosely around herself again, blushing, and quietly asked something of Raine. The fox muted her mic to respond, and after what looked like a brief incantation, an ethereal mouse rose out from between Claire's body and wings, before floating off to get back in his body.

"Well done," Raine said after turning her mic back on, "now, I'm sure you don't use this on your students, so what's your usual fare?"

Claire thought for a moment, then leaned into the mic. "Well, I have a few friends who are good for a mana recharge… but in the rare cases that I'm desperately low, it's not too hard to find someone willing to let a tired bat hug them, especially if they're not big into listening when I tell them what my wings actually do."

Raine pulled the mic back and started walking over to the next two. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: this segment proves that, if someone asks if they can eat you, it's a joke less often than you think. And now we come to Victor. I've gotta say, Victor, this is the first time we've had a slime on this little game, and the folks backstage have told me nothing about what to expect. So, hit me with it."

The orange lizard smirked. "Not literally, I hope?" he joked in a deep, fluid voice. "But actually, this is more of a… defense mechanism that got out of hand. Once that happens, it's easy for a slime to join with part of themself, whether it was severed or, well… I guess Miss Tabitha and I will show you."

"I guess you will!" The host took a step back once again, and the camera centered the orange pair.

Victor lifted a slimy hand up in front of the tigress, and to Raine's surprise, the cat took a hefty bite from him! Tabitha's eyes widened, but she smiled after she swallowed, the throat bulge this time belonging to the one who was supposed to be prey. Her remark, "you taste like pumpkin pie. I could go for another bite if it helps," and his reply, "ah, no need. Maybe later," were just barely audible.

After a moment of confusion from all but the lizard and tiger, Tabitha startled, shuddered, and lifted her shirt to peer at her own belly. Or rather, the transluscent orange slime where her furry, white belly was supposed to be! She pulled it up more, stopping just under her breasts to see a line of fur steadily retreating before the encroaching slime. "Oh, this does feel strange," she remarked; having caught on, Raine stepped in to hold the mic closer. "A little cold where he's touching me, but nothing where he already is." The tiger turned and looked behind her, where a thick, reptilian tail seized territory that her stripey feline one rapidly lost. Once her paws became like his, the mostly-slime creature pulled her shirt off through himself, to an exclamation of surprise from Tabitha's head, the only fuzzy bit left. She managed to get out "Victor, I'd love to-" before even her head was replaced by the lizard's. The body that used to be Tabitha finished her sentence in Victor's voice, "play around more later? Yeah, I'm down."

The two Victors looked at each other, smiled, and stepped together, though only gained about half a foot in height. "Well," Raine managed to get out, "definitely unique. Um, like I asked Claire, is this for rowdy customers, for fun…?"

"Sometimes for fun - Tabitha's reaction was certainly not unusual. But, since I do have to worry about getting too big with it," Victor replied, then stood straight for a second to show off his height, "it's mostly, as I said, an overactive defense mechanism. Some predator tries to eat a tasty slime, and I end up getting them back in the end."

Getting back into the swing of things, the fox gave him a sly grin. "No comment on the other part of my question?"

Victor laughed. "I don't eat paying customers." Before Raine could ask the followup he'd just set up, he grinned and nodded over off-camera. "Anyway, Eris looks bored. Her turn next, right?"

"Hey now, who's the host of this show?" the vixen jabbed back, but was already making her way over to… Eris, who was sitting backwards on what looked like a schooldesk chair with a back high enough for her noodly proportions, with her head resting on her mismatched lion's and eagle's arms. "And finally we have… Eris, what happened to Russel?"

This earned her a playful, snaggletoothed smile. "Oh, that amorous puppy wanted me to sit on his face. And who am I to turn down such a cute guy?" Eris lifted her paw and gestured to the chair. "So I turned him into this. Fine work, if I do say so myself."

Still shaken from the earlier surprise and now much more thrown off, Raine took a step back and glanced around. "O…kay… well, unless you're going to eat the chair in a strange way, can you turn him back?"

"Absolutely, but it might play havoc with your show's rating." Eris snapped the fluffy tuft of her dragon tail like a whip, and where a chair stood just moments before, laid the untransformed dog on his back; Eris held his ankles to her body and made a quiet grunt passionate enough to hint at where Russel's muzzle wound up. With slightly rosy cheeks, the draconequus continued, "but anyway, puppy boy here is completely safe from becoming part of my body - at least for now."

Raine visibly tensed. "What do you mean by that? You're not going to eat him?"

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Eris stared back at Raine. "Oh, no. See, I figured I'd mix things up a bit, and rather than eat someone expected in an unexpected way, I'd eat someone unexpected in an expected way."

The vixen took a few steps back from the third guest. "You don't mean me? I still have half the show left to host, an interview, viewer mail…"

At this, Eris giggled. "That wouldn't stop me, but no. No offense, but that sort of reversal is small-time. Here, follow me, camera, I'll just show you." Oddly, rather than get up from her seat on Russel, she just licked her lips and turned to face-

Wait, hold on. Stay back. You can't just- o-oh, that does feel nice… But no. Eris, there's a story to get back to! You were going to eat him with your- aah!

Stop it! Don't give that look, and don't swallow! What'll happen to the story if y

[lesbianoms]

Okay, now as you all know I am absolute prey trash and I desperately crave to be eaten by woman

Buuut lately the idea of having something in my belly has been… kind of appealing to me? Like, I wouldn’t mind if an older woman fed me a living slime prey or something like that.

Just think… after I gulp it down and sigh in relief, she cuddles up next to me and draws shapes across my growling tummy with her manicured fingers, tracing over the slime’s squishy form as it fills up my middle~

Hearing her tease me: “See? Now doesn’t that feel good, sweetheart, to have something wiggling around in your stomach?”

She gives my tummy a hearty pat and cooes to me about how I’m clearly enjoying this, as I’m probably in a state of absolute bliss and pleasure…

Oof- feeling her finger trace the slime’s journey further down my gut, feeling her knead my intestines and the slime squish under her hands as it squirms around

The pressure building up from within my core, as she makes comments about how loud my belly is being, how that slime must feel very lucky to be in there, how I’ve always wished that I was the slime and she was me~

“A little perspective is nice,” she says to me as she plants kisses on my lower belly. I can feel the slime gurgling as it settles deeper into me, making my gut it’s new home. “Sometimes you need to appreciate the other side of things…”

[pineappleparfaitie]

Imagine vorception apon the 4

JEEZ THIS ASK HAS BEEN IN NY INBOX FOR 6 DAYS??Anon im so sorry ;_;

ANYWAY there are like 30 pillows here man idk anymore ,everyone is super sleepy and cozy tho!Who do YOU think has the best spot in this case??

OG post regarding my ocs and the ask box are here

[thealmightyemprex]

Deanna is a mystery though for several millenia she was accepted and worshipped as the Goddess,and she identifies as a Goddess.She is a ravenous Diety ,adoring mortal sacrifices but her worship has diminished throughout the centuries .At the moment in a relationship with 4 space pirates who stumbled upon her temple

@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @piterelizabethdevries

[nomstellations]

hmm...i think the tag could use more slime vore

[croissantatwaitrose]

Today marks the 1 year anniversary of this blog, so to celebrate, for the first time in AGES… HERE’S A FIC!

Nothin too special or original.. just some giant!slime happening to find a tiny!quackity and uh… yeah y’all know the drill ☺️

C/Ws: vore, sorta fearplay, mouthplay blah blah blah all of that

Great. Just fantastic. Of course he managed to piss off all the wrong people, and get himself shrunk down. Quackity sighed. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened, and knowing his luck? It sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. He hoped, even with his shit luck, that he wouldn’t run into any of the wrong people, ones he’d pissed off or not. In fact, he had just decided that he did not want to see anybody until he had returned to his normal height, which was convenient timing to hear that familiar enthusiastic voice behind him.

“Hello Quackity from Las Nevadas! …you are Quackity from Las Nevadas, right?” The one time he did not want to see Slime. Again. Just fantastic. Quackity turned around to see the goopy man kneeling down to get a good look at him.

“Oh good! I knew it was you!” Quackity did admire how, no matter the circumstances, Slime always had that bright sparkle of life in his eye, even behind glasses. It never faded away, and it was the one thing that made him look remotely human. Still, as much as he admired the good spirits the slime hybrid possessed, he’d have to crush them here and now.

The thing was, Quackity had, in the little time and privacy that he got, researched on Slime’s species after the last time he’d been shrunk, and Slime had been acting oddly around him. He’d found out that slime hybrids were prone to experiencing intense predatory instincts, especially towards those of smaller species. What that essentially meant was Slime could and would eat him then and there, mercilessly. Slime wouldn’t have any idea what he was doing either, and slime hybrids, when they spot a vulnerable prey, intentionally or not, could very easily persuade that prey into doing exactly what they want. He didn’t exactly fear Slime, but he knew he needed to stay away from him.

“Look, Slime. I need to be away from people until this stupid fucking potion wears off. No offence, but that still most definitely includes you, and I hate to say it ‘n all, but especially you.” Slime frowned, not really understanding.

“But… you need me to take you back to Las Nevadas, don’t you? I mean, it’d take ages for you to get anywhere at that height!”

There it was, Quackity noted. The subtle persuasion. And although he hated to say it, Slime was right. Where they were currently? Ages away from anywhere, and that problem would be quintupled for Quackity.

“I… suppose you’re right. Take me back with you then.” Quackity tried to ignore his own instincts screaming to run away as he climbed onto the slime hybrid’s hand. To his slight surprise though, Slime didn’t act upon any instinct he may or may not have been having either, and instead walked at a leisurely pace while babbling about god-knows-what.

Quackity took that as an opportunity to get lost in his own thoughts. Well, he was certainly having thoughts of jumping off Slime’s palm, but that would even more certainly break every bone in his body if he did so. So he ruled that possibility out. Or maybe, just maybe, he’d manage to get all the way back to Las Nevadas without being eaten - or better yet - until he was back to his normal height. Quackity didn’t want to just wait to see how things played out, but it was pretty much the only thing he could do.

He had been lost in his thoughts for so long that he hadn’t even noticed his slimy companion going silent. His walking had slowed a little, too.

“You okay-”

Slime quickly cut him off.

“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have someone inside of you, Quackity?” No use of full name. Definitely suspicious. He scoffed nervously.

“Depends uh… what type you mean.”

“I think you know exactly what I mean.”

There was a long pause.

“I suppose not.. not really. No.”

“I think about it a lot, Quackity.” His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Was there a point in asking me this?”

Slime suddenly tightened and readjusted his grip, holding Quackity tightly in his fist. The duck man had the air knocked out of him, now he could barely breathe at all.

“S-slime please let me go- you have no idea what you’re doing!”

“Sure. I can let you go.”

Slime held Quackity over his mouth. It was then that the winged man noticed that the slime hybrid was drooling. Panic swept over him in that moment. How long had he been suppressing this??

“Oh shit- not like that!” Quackity yelled out, but it was already too late. Slime had already dropped him in his mouth. And it was a lot more… wet than he had expected - but then again - he wasn’t sure what he had expected anyway.

He didn’t have time to ask himself that, though, as the even wetter tongue immediately assaulted him: spinning him around, licking him all over, pinning him to the roof of his mouth - Slime was clearly enjoying himself. The loud rumbling of the slime hybrid’s stomach made him even more nervous. He couldn’t taste that good… could he?

Things were going quite fast though. Before he knew it, he was being swallowed to the growling depths below. He tried to squirm frantically, but it made no difference, other than making Slime purr. Was Slime walking now? Maybe. Quackity couldn’t really tell. All he knew was that he wanted to get out of there. He didn’t even know how safe he was, but based off of the situation at hand, he assumed that he wasn’t safe at all.

He chose to fight back rather than wait to find out. He shoved at a stomach wall, but all that happened was his hand going into the stomach wall. Quackity hadn’t even considered that was possible. He would’ve thought that was cool, if it weren’t for the fact he was incredibly scared for his life.

What wasn’t cool was that he could feel Slime patting at him. The fuck? Did he really have to rub it in (punintended 😛)?

So he was trapped in here and he couldn’t struggle? Fantastic.

~~~woo timeskip of 2 hours my bestie~~~

After what seemed like decades later, the walking stopped, then a slight gravity shift occurred. Quackity hadn’t even noticed or cared, he was just so bored of being trapped in this little space. Around ten minutes passed with nothing happening. Then, a hand plunged into Slime’s stomach, and poked around until it found the duck man. This, Quackity did notice. The hand grabbed him, and it was then that Quackity realised it wasn’t a hand at all, but a paw. A fox paw. Fundy had come to save him? How did he even know Quackity was there?

Fundy not-so-gently yanked Quackity out of there. Fundy’s paw and the whole of the duck man were coated in green slime. He patted Fundy’s paw as a non-verbal thanks, before looking around for Slime. He was asleep on a chair. Bastard.

(We are NOT going to talk about how I didn’t proofread this… okay)

[tylermannart]

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[hungry-blue-dragon]

One slime vore fantasy I've had is a city being attacked by a large and very caustic slime monster, and it simply puts a limb through a building, liquid oozing through or breaking the windows, and by the time it removes itself, there are only wet, scattered clothes left... Entire offices gone in a few seconds, all to add a tiny bit more to this bubbling giant...

The looks of surprise, terror, and agony from the office workers who weren't expecting their day to go like this. The slime leaving the building mostly intact, but a mere shell now, emptied of the nutritious meat inside. The eerie silence from the city blocks already consumed - the slime has left, and the cars and buildings are still there, but the drivers and residents are not.