#V prey

[wutwutno1]

A remake of Thad x V, now featuring Lizzy!

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[chip-ism]

Cruel pred monologuing about how 'nobody will ever find you' and 'you're nothing but food now' only to pause when they feel a weird motion from their stomach and realize their prey is getting off to it.

[itsmoving]

i think he deserves it.

[perit0neum]

reformer pred finding out the prey they digested was self reforming

so now he's stuck with all the extra body fat that his body would have used otherwise to reform the prey

like he's not that upset, but now he's gotta burn off all the pudge he got from eating that prey, and summers like a month away

minors dni

[scketchorinopop]

"Oh~ silly little preything, did you really think escape would be so easy~?" - This Dragon Probably

[vlynisnothere]

A sketch of Evelyn's "Mark of Prey" skin, inspired by aesopdolly's post! It was really fun to do, especially the coloring! 😺

[wutwutno1]

I need opinions for Blender rendering

EEVEE rendering engine:

Cycles rendering engine:

EEVEE was near instantanious, Cycles took 3 hours for V and 5 hours for Thad.

[sneakyevillurker]

Observer/pred couple where the observer helps the pred eat unwilling prey and gets off to the sounds of the agonizingly slow digestion, gradually realizing how much they want to be in there even knowing it’d be painful and permanent…they love the pred, love hearing the pred’s sated noises and listening to the noisy gut, what better way to show that love than to feed their hunger directly? Only to find out that since they were the first willing prey, they get turned into sentient fat, layered over that soft belly and able to hear and feel those gurgles forever more… bonus points if the pred somehow realizes the situation and gets way more handsy with themself to show appreciation for their former lover-turned-lunch making such a “generous” sacrifice 😍🫠

WOW.... like this is GENUINELY a scenario I enjoy SO MUCH and discussed and thought about a lot. Like with someone who I'm close to who also likes vore like wow tjis is actually perfect. im glad i get to talk about it here !!!!! Thank you for the ask ... also disclaimer theres some talk of sex in this so yah. Be warned ...

You have a couple who's been together for a fairly long time, basically knowing everything there is to know about each other, including their more *peculiar* interests. With the main subject here being vore, obviously, but with the pred initially not knowing they can eat people. One day, the couples in bed together, getting hot and heavy with each other, with part of the foreplay being a little vore role-playing, talking about how good they observer would feel sliding down their throat, how full they'd make their gut, all the usual stuff you can imagine. But for whatever reason (humor me a bit, i suck at writing LOL), this time the pred somehow manages to get their partner halfway down their throat before realizing what was going on, managing to cough them back up before they accidentally ate them.

The pred would be initially shocked and horrified at nearly DEVOURING the love of their life, obviously not expecting to have almost swallowed them whole, the obsever not nearly as shaken up by the experience, somehow seeming invigorated by nearly getting a tour of their partners digestive tract. After the shock of almsot getting swallowed whole, the two would discuss what happened, coming to the realization that their once impossible fantasy is now possible! From there, they'd discuss possible ways of getting the pred meals, ways where you could easily get someone back home with you, with the observer happily assisting their partner in these endeavors. They'd start going out to clubs, letting the pred attract the attention of any soon to be meals, singling out people they'd figure would be easy to catch. Pretty quickly, you'd have creeps getting a little too handsy at the bar getting lured away somewhere private, a bathroom, the alleyway outside anywhere without prying eyes, watching.

The pred would get them alone, promises of a good time getting their soon to be meal to isolate themselves, with what they though would be a kiss turning out to be something much more deep and intimate than that. The pred would savor the taste of their catch, the obsever quickly helping keep the prey trapped by holding down any errant limbs that may cause trouble, encouraging the pred to gulp them down, pushing them deeper into their partners mouth to help finish the job. The pred would manage to scarf down any would-be suitors, waddling away with the help of their partner as they'd make their way back home, eager to spend time with each other after such a successful night out. It'd start off with shock, the realization that the pred actually managed to eat someone, followed by praise for doing so by the observer, as they quickly get their hands on the preds gut, much to their pleasure, and their meals displeasure, squirming and screaming to be let out as the couple enjoys their unwilling participant for the night.

It'd start off with the obvious, belly rubs from the observer, quickly loting up the stuffed organ as they help soothe their partners' bloated belly. Even though they managed to get them down, it doesn't mean it feels too great, with how stretched the meal had made their stomach, the fine line between a nice, filling meal and feeling like you're about to burst would be thin, the observer doing their best to ease the feelings, kneading away at their partners gut to help melt down their meal, kissing and massaging it as they tell them how fun it was getting them a meal. From here, things would go from bad to worse for the meal, with not only how tight and cramped their temporary prison was, the stomach acid dripping onto them and pooling underneath them, but things would quickly growing hot and heavy between the couple, the pred using their belly as make shift support while their partner helps turn their meal into mush another way, thrusting into the pred from behind, grinding against the preds ass as their belly presses down onto the floor, crushing their meal. The person would scream and squirm during all this, doing little more than sending up the occasional belch from the pred, as their environment grew worse and worse, soon being unable to struggle as the last of their energy is spent, crushed bemath the weight of two bodies and the constant grinding from said bodies, soom getting tuened into an unrecognizable mush inside the preds gut.

Fast forward to the next day, and the pred has EASILY an extra 40 pounds, their clothes straining against their newly fattened body, both the pred and observer being INCREDIBLY pleased with the results of last night, and deciding to continue doing what they did. Imagine this going on for however long you want, with the observer enjoying every pound the pred puts on, playing with their chubby belly, groping their widening hips, telling them how beautiful they look with such a soft face, howcute the stretch marks they'd gotten were, ect. They'd then start growing more and more enamored with the idea of being the one trapped in their partners' gut and melting into more of them, having nearly been the first one to do so, they'd decide to one day ask to be eaten by their partner, with the the pred initially being apalled at the idea of it, not wanting to digest them like they had nearly done before, but with the observer saying how much they care for the pred, how much they enjoy being with them and love them, and how they never wanna be apart from them, the pred would soon relent, agreeing to eat them, much to the observers (zoom to be preys) delight. They'd set up one last special night together, a nice night out, with a romantic dinner for the two, the pred having one last treat to top the night off. They'd talk about how much they love and care for each other, how they're glad they met each other, every romantic thing you could imagine, before returning home to one last night of passion between the two, each enjoying the gains the pred had made with the observers help, before the inevitable conclusion of the night came, the pred offering one last time to not eat the obsever, withnthem refusing.

The pred would be slow and sensual with their partners' devourment, making sure to treat them with love and care as they took in their flavor and shape, making sure to get every little detail about them in their head before they ate them, with their prey enjoying every second of it, moaning and squriminh inside the preds throat as they feel themself being sampled like any other meal to pass between their partners lips, soon meeting the same conclusion as every meal does finding themself curled up inside their partners chubby gut. The pred would rub and caress their belly lovingly, feeling their partner squirm and moan as they took in their new home, their prey seemingly enjoying it more than they had expected, the prey also being surprised at just how *good* it felt inside, having heard the yelling crying of their partners previous meal, they'd anticipated a painful ordeal, only to be pleasantly surprised by the opposite! The pred and prey would soon fall asleep, knowing that by tomorrow morning, only one of them would awake, both knowing the prey would be nothing more than an extra layer of chub adorning the preds body, another size up, another stretch mark on growing figure.

But to the surprise of both parties, both of them would wake up the next day, albeit in MUCH different conditions. The pred would initially wake up, slightly sad about last nights events, rubbing away at their slightly fatter belly. Although they were happy to have their partner be part of them, they were sad that wellz they were gone, or so they thought.

(SORRY to interupt if you were enjoying the read so far.

SO. I LOVE sentient fat a lot, but there's like. Two separate ideas of it i enjoy that are slightly different. One being a more obvious sentience wuth the prey being sble to talk to the pred, sort like a voice inside your head situationz the other being a more passive role, with the pred feeling the preys presence on their body, a warm feeling here, a jiggle oit of nowhere there, the body reacting to the mention of said prey, ect. I kinda wanna write about both, maybe soon i will BUT here like. Voice in your head one!!)

They'd hear a voice in their head, at first thinking they were imagining it, with how it sounded EXACTLY like their partner,but as the voice grew clearer and spoke more, they'd realize, their partner was still there!! Albeit as nothing more than fat padding out of the preds body. They'd squeeze and rub at it, giggling at the preys response, saying how wonderful it felt as the pred gropes and squeezes at their fattened frame, smacking their belly a bit as they say how happy they are to still have them with them, to their preys agreement. They'd have to find new clothes to accommodate their new passenger, but itd be well worst the cost of being able to keep their partner with them

UGHHGGG i cant state how much i love these kind of scenarios in vore. My sub-par writing skills dont do my thoughts justice when it comes to writing about stuff like this,but even so i hope u enjoyed the writing. I need to sleep now but i couldn't get this out my mind. So Good night all again i hopeyou guys liked...

[defconprime]

[wakefulhobgoblin]

Vore Ambience

Took a crack at putting together a little vore audio. Hope you enjoy it~

[scketchorinopop]

Vomiin is a heartthrob~ especially after a big meal,,, (may have been another Anon~~)

[love-domme]

Run.

Male Sub x Fem Domme Drabble

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, pet play, begging, degradation, use of restraints, riding, predator/prey, breeding kink, hunting, knife play, cutting, sex in the woods, cnc, male penetration

Freaky stuff under the cut

It was dark, darker than any night should be. The shower that could be heard throughout the house cut off, warmth emanating from the bathroom. She stepped out, wrapping a robe around her freshly washed naked body. Putting slippers on as she walked through the halls of her home until she reached the living room. He was still asleep where she had left him. She couldn’t resist running her hands through his hair. He looked so peaceful like this.

As she walked away the creaking startled him awake. The ropes binding his hands to the chair were so tight he felt them bruising his wrist if he moved. How long had he been here? How long had he been asleep? Why was this house so familiar and warm yet horrifying at the same time? And who was this woman whose lavender scent made him both terrified and…he looked down at his pants. It was the only thing he was wearing. The fabric barely hiding his growing erection.

The lavender scent grows intoxicatingly strong as she reappears, no longer in a robe but rather athletic wear. A tight top and a tennis skirt that showed off her perfect legs so well he almost forgot he should be afraid, so very afraid…

Reality set back in when he realized she was carrying a small bag. It jingled with every step she took. She caught his eyes and smiled. The type of smile you give a lost pet that’s just been found. The memories come flooding back…the woods…the game…the chase… her at the center of it all.

His eyes grow wide as he pushes back against the chair.

“Oh bunny.” She says, caressing his cheek. Her touch so tender he melted in spite of himself.“You were so good yesterday, ran so fast for me. Just not fast enough.” Clicking her tongue disapprovingly.

She set down her bag on a table he hadn’t even noticed until now. Too focused on the situation at hand. Frankly just too focused on her. She was so eerily beautiful. Every movement calculated and poise yet natural. Her touch left him as she reached inside her bag. Re-emerging with a set of carefully wrapped knives. Each one gleaming in what little moonlight was left. His heart stopped as she unwrapped each one. Raking her fingernails over each handle. She finally landed on one in the dead center, small with a black handle that fit perfectly in her hand.

She turned to face him again. Pointing the knife at him with a smile before pressing the tip of the blade right into the center of his chest. Blood quick to drip from the small puncture it made. The cool metal against his bare skin mixing with the pain of the wound caused him to whimper.

She dragged the blade down his torso. The incision just deep enough to sting. A crimson line going down to his waist before landing at the hem of his pants. She smirked removing the knife before straddling his lap. Now holding the blade to his neck she whispered in his ear.

“You’ll do better tonight won’t you bunny?” Before pushing the knife further and sinking down to sit on his hard dick.

He moaned at the sensation of her warmth against him, grinding into him. The knife still digging into his neck turning him on more. He wanted to hate it. To hate her. To hate what she was doing. But he didn’t. He loved it all so much. She knew that.

She harshly rose from his now precum stained lap causing him to groan. Placing the knife back on the table before making quick work of taking off his pants. His cock finally springing free, wet and hard. A shade of desperate red only she could make it have.

She grabbed a different knife, much bigger this time and he felt tears roll down his face as she circled him in ways a predator hunts it prey. Standing behind him now she was silent and then…the ropes loosened.

Only one word was said. A command he knew all too well.

“Run.”

And so he did. Ran as fast as he could. The house a blur as he opened the front door to the surrounding forest. The night air cold and harsh on his skin. Bare feet hitting rough dirt, doing their best to avoid sticks and leaves. He had ten seconds. She always gave him a ten second start. She liked to give him false hope.

He was deep into the forest now, farther than she’d ever let him go. He could hear a stream up ahead. There was plenty of night left. A terrifying realization. Yet his thirst clouded his judgement. As he reached the stream he stopped. Taking small quiet steps before crouching down and cupping his hand to take a sip.

A crunch came from behind him followed by silence. She had been watching him. Waiting. She knew they’d reach the stream. He always ran the same way. Almost like he wanted to be caught. Yet tonight this wasn’t going to end quickly. Tonight, her little bunny was going to play with her all night long.

His whole body tensed, her body emerging from the trees like an ethereal being. Her knife glimmering. He was paralyzed. A deer in head lights had better survival instincts than him in this moment. She stood directly in front of him now. Using the knife to guide his chin to look up at her. His trembling body a beautiful sight in the frightening backdrop of the woods.

“Caught you.” Her velvet tone filling his head leaving him dizzy.

“Please…please give me another chance please. I..I..I’ll do better” his voice a manifestation of need and desperation.

“Aw it’s too late to beg now bunny” Her boot finding his still leaking dick, pressing hard so he could feel every groove of the hard leather sole before kicking him hard. The wind left his body as he felt his back hit the ground. She flipped him over with another kick.

“Ass up pretty boy”

She laughed as he begged for mercy, slowing raising his hips into the air.

“You know the rules. Since the big bad wolf caught the stupid little bunny, she gets to breed it.”

She flipped the knife over in her hand. Delicately holding the blade before ramming the handle into his hole. His screams filled the forest, the pain too much for him to handle as she started pulling it out torturously slow. With each thrust she kissed his tear stricken face, the pain slowly turning into pleasure as his hole took every inch. The sobs turning to moans as he felt so full. So full of her. It didn’t take him long to cum on the dirt beneath him. Slumping to the ground too weak to move.

She slowly pulled the handle out, dropping the knife on the floor before gently turning him over once more. Straddling him yet again. Weak protests fell from his lips quickly silenced by her lifting up her skirt. Giving him a full view of her dripping wet pussy.

He could feel his mouth watering at the sight as his erection slowly returned. She grabbed it. Quick to guide it to her entrance.

“I’ll give you this bunny. You sure know how to put on a show.” Taking him whole.

Their moans filled the forest as she rode him like a wild animal. Biting his neck as she grinded on his spent cock. Draining load after load as she chased nothing but her own pleasure. A mixture of their cum dripping from her pussy covering his hips.

Hours passed until finally she stopped. A weak smile on her face as she fell onto his body, resting her head on his heaving chest. He held her tight. The minutes ticked by before she finally spoke.

“You finally did a good job bunny, let’s head back.”

They stayed like this a little longer before finally rising and walking back holding each other. A blissful haze guiding them home.

[sneakyevillurker]

Thinkign aboyt willing prey ... as much as i enjoy the whole domination and degradation aspect of vore, the idea of a predator who doesn't CARE that you're a person with goals in life, with friends and families who care for you, who only sees you as convenient gut fodder to melt down and absorb into themselves at their leisure, i cant help but really REALLY enjoy willing vore. Like someone who KNOWS that their purpose in life is to fill up someone's gut, to melt into mush inside a preds belly, to be nothing more than a extra layer of pudge adorning anothers body, the only question is *who* that pred is. Maybe it's the fact i was with someone who knew i liked vore AND liked it themselves , but i love imagining couples in these scenarios, the whole together forever really tickles my brain in a way I cant descibe.... like imagine one day deciding that you WANNA be eaten by them, to just be a layer of fat peeking out of your lovers' clothes, getting pinched and fondled by them whenever they think of you. Bonus points if its sentient fat and youre FULLY aware through it all, feeling yourself getting turned to mush, feeling yourself getting absorbed, before your entire existence is reduced to nothing constant jiggling, getting stiffed into clothes that are too tight, and getting groped and squeezed. Oughhhg man i love it so much ...

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Their weight presses into me, back leaning against my empty stomach. I try to suppress the whine bubbling up with the growl from the helpless organ. They're chatting away with our mutual friend, but I can't keep up with the conversation, my hunger getting the best of me. Small huffs of breath escape me as they shift in my lap, laying comfortably against my torso. They're looking up at me, asking something- they sound concerned, so I smile and nod, trying to make eye contact only to avert my eyes quickly, unable to look at them. Not without seeing how delicious they look. My stomach growls again, surely they can feel it? The small of their back rests in the crook of my concave abdomen. Are they doing this on purpose? Do they want to be eaten. I glance down at them, they've gone back to their conversation. Gods, they smell soo good... The top of their head doesn't even reach past my chin, they're at such the perfect mouth height... I could just open my jaws wide and they'd be mine. Soft whimpers rise from me at the thought, oh how badly I want to devour them... but I can't. They move to sit up, and I find my hands wrapping around them, pulling them back to lie against me, pressing them into my stomach. Deep growling emits from my throat, my muzzle burrying into them like a hug. They chuckle nervously, brushing off my behavior as cuddles and sink back into me. I won't allow my treat to escape. My teeth are centimeters from their flesh, now... it's so tempting. A pink tongue lolls out, licking against their soft skin rhythmically. Complaints bounce off my ears, I'm too focused on the mouthwatering flavors I gather on my pallet. A warm, salty taste, dripping with a delightful sweetness. Slick drool coats them wherever my tongue touches across their shoulder. Their wiggles to escape make my hug tighten around them, securing them snuggly in my lap. Heavy breaths waft over them, it's more obvious to them now how their actions affect me, how yet despite my warnings they insisted on sitting in the lap of starving Pred and now they're paying the price...

[bramble-mouse]

The day is blustery, and you sit upon your giant friend's lap. They have a crocheted blanket in rainbow colours spread over thier legs, and they relax into thier recliner. From your vantage point, you can see how the rain batters the window pane, hear how the wind lashes the trees outside. There is a documentary on the television, the volume turned down quiet.

You shiver a little and trudge across the blanket towards your huge friend's belly and huddle against the warmth. You can hear the tea they are drinking quietly bubbling inside. You think of how warm it would be in there presently.

"You've got that look again."

Your giant friend remarks as thier hand gently rests at your back.

"There's quite a bit of tea in there. Are you sure?"

You smile and hug your friend's middle.

"I don't mind."

Your friend lets out a little amused huff before they gather you carefully in thier hands and hoist you up in front of thier mouth.

"Well, since you don't mind..."

They grin and drop you into thier half full tea cup. You let out a squeak, but devolve into laughter.

Your friend's smile sits high above like an afternoon sun and playfully splash tea at them.

"Bottoms up."

They wink at you and take a sip of tea. You follow the flow of milky sweet liquid into thier mouth and promptly vanish with a gulp.

You squeeze, the tea rushing around you, down your friend's throat and you rapidly arrive with a splash and a loud grumble into the sloshing depths of a tea filled belly. The liquid comes up to your chest at its deepest point, so you swim to rest against a wrinkly, warm stomach wall. You sit in the dark for a moment and listen as your friend's belly churns the tea, digesting it slowly while you remain entirely unharmed. The frothy, deep gurgles, the steady thudding of a heart- you get lost in the warm, humid internals of your kind friend.

"Doing alright in there?"

Your friend's muffled voice inquires. You give the belly flesh behind you a good couple firm pushes, an indication you are quite well.

You hear them sigh and feel the press of thier hand as they rub thier stomach.

"Lemme know when you want out, alright? Though I will be evicting you anyways before dinner. Not keeping you in there with all that mess."

They chuckle.

You close your eyes and relax, letting the heat seep into your bones. There is no place safer in the world than here to you.