#V prey

[wutwutno1]

A remake of Thad x V, now featuring Lizzy!

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[teal-fiend]

you get eaten by a stranger. You barely are able to catch a glimpse of their face before you're gulped down and deposited in the stomach.

You were in public before, a park that you'd been to many times. So when your predator starts moving, and the stomach starts to become more active, stimulated by the walking, you can imagine in your minds eye where they have gone in the park.

They're heading to the edge, now you feel the footsteps hitting concrete as they go along the sidewalk.

you yell for help; there must be other people around who can help you. Your pred doesn't even bother trying to silence you, or acknowledge your protests at all.

You're still following along where you imagine they are, until they stop, leaving you hanging motionlessly for the first time. Its kind of like being in a hammock, but cramped, and the hammock is trying to digest you.

You hear a click, and the opening of a car door. As the pred gets in, you become much more cramped, squished by their legs and torso, and the car. And their stomach keeps squeezing you, trying to make you smaller.

Now the car is moving and you have no idea where you are. You are sloshed back and forth by the momentum of the vehicle or what could be an hour or more.

Eventually it slows down, the car parks. For the first time the pred gives you a little pat before getting out of the car.

They're moving up some stairs. You can feel and hear their heartbeat at the exertion. And you get thrown back and forth with each step.

You hear a door open. And a sigh. You're in a house, you assume. Or an apartment? It could be anywhere, you dont even know if you're still in the same city.

You are likely in a strangers home, and in their gut. You're going to be digested far away from any place you are familiar with. No one will know where you went. And if someone saw this pred with their full belly, they'd have no idea who the meal was.

Your world shifts, the pred has laid down. You hear a muffled rustling of sheets and there is extra weight over you. The pred is tucked into bed, and its not even night time. A mid-day rest, as they prepare to digest you fully.

You dont want to accept this. Your efforts to escape have been useless so far. But you try to do your best. You yell at them, to get their attention. You kick at their stomach, which is hard because of how restricted you are.

You feel the pred roll onto their back, letting you wriggle uselessly ontop of them. You feel silly doing it, seeing as how little an effect it has.

Then, you feel them tense their belly muscles slightly, and there is a loud bubbly gurgle. You feel the pred thump on you lightly. You figet in response, doing your best to irritate them further. But all you get is a loud burp from above, before you feel the pred relax again.

you hear their voice for the first time as they excuse themselves. But after that, they have nothing more to say.

You wonder what the room looks like. And what the pred looks like. You can barely remember.

You wonder what you would look like from the outside. A gurgling bulge in a stranger's abdomen. An anonymous meal. The pred had probably seen that many times. If they looked in a mirror later, they'd be able to see you. Well not you, the pred would only see their own stomach, but you would be inside it

[djpurple3]

I've been thinking about this past Wild Life ep with the quizbot and that bit where Lizzie's trying to answer her question and Pearl's super trying to murder her and failing

Lizzie surviving (the stewww) and whatever. Being a few hearts down. Pearl standing across from her with all her attempts of explosions and lava and arrows failed.

Lizzie going oh! I had golden apples this whole time, I should have used one ^-^ and casually eats one in front of Pearl in that moment. Like sure, she was down a few hearts, but she didn't need to blow a whole golden apple.

But also. Look at it. The decadence. The flippance. The arrogance. Looking the red-name that tried repeatedly to kill you in the eye and casually eating a golden apple (that you didn't Need to use), proving you have more, flaunting your dark green name, showing off how unbothered you are by the repeated attempts on your life that didn't even come close to killing you. It's so flippant and casual but it's just so chewy.

Lizzie did Not respect Pearl's attempts in that moment. She makes it so clear that Pearl just... leaves. What an amazing display! Especially from the person who was the first to die this series from a red-name hand.

[ltsmoving]

waugh i cant be bothered colouring this have some lineart of these two also hiiii slight redesigns :)

noo little british boy dont get eaten by your big alt boyfriend...

[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.

[teal-fiend]

You lean forward on the porch railing, cigarette dangling between your fingers as you survey the street. Your eyes, predatory in nature, can see every detail in the darkened trees, bushes, and mailboxes. Your friend’s night vision however, is not as competent. 

The evening's warm, the kind of night that feels thick with vice and contentment. 

Adding to that; Your belly is still a little heavy from your last feeding. It's barely a bump now—hardly noticeable—but you know it's there. Maybe someone with some discernment would be able to tell, too. Though Most people would think you’re just a bit chubby in the middle. Or bloated for a less sinister reason, than the fact that you ate someone a few days ago and you were still in the process of digesting them. 

But you imagined by tomorrow your gut would be all finished, and there’d be no indication at all that your prey was ever inside you. Feels good now, though. A lingering fullness. You haven’t felt the need to eat all day, you’re already set. 

In this period of resting and digesting, arose the perfect opportunity to socialise. Or more specifically, gossip. 

"You should have seen her," you mutter, flicking ash. "Dressed like she was going to some red carpet event, not a ‘date night’ at Denny’s - on a Tuesday, by the way. Like what the fuck is up with that?"

You pass the cig. Your friend raises an eyebrow, glancing over at you… and down at your… ex...? (does it count if you only went out once?) as they take a drag of their own. “Oh, and I’m sure you would never do anything remotely tacky. Like, I don’t know…eating your date?”

You narrow your eyes at them, "Excuse me?"

"Just saying," they reply, a savoir-faire smile slipping out. "Everyone’s got their flaws. Some people dress a bit extra on a date; others leave with a full belly."

You scoff, the irritation simmering. "What, and you're some saint? You don't even get it." You take your cigarette back and press it to your lips, inhaling sharply (before coughing grossly). "For your information, she practically begged to come back to my place - she knew what she was getting into."

“Uh-huh,��� they reply, smiling. “Sure, if that’s how you want to rationalise it.”

“Go to hell.” You turn, crossing your arms, suddenly very aware of the slight curve at your middle. If your digestion hadn’t taken so long, you’d have a flat stomach by now. Maybe it was the dress. You coughed it up only yesterday. 

Was it… tacky to eat your date? You supposed, it was kind of stereotypical, for a pred. 

"Come on," they chuckle. "I mean hey, I’m just telling you how it is. You’re out here, Eating the person who agreed to go out with you. And you’re being picky about her fashion choices? Glass houses, and all that."

You glare at them, but they take your cigarette and blow out a lazy plume of smoke, thoroughly amused at your expense. You simmer in irritation, shifting your weight onto your other foot. 

The silence between you and your friend settles—until your gut cuts in with a deep, rolling gurgle, loud enough to break it.

You flush, hoping your friend doesn’t comment, but they do, laughing, “ I guess she’s not too happy with what you’ve been saying about her. Maybe she wants to give her side of the story.” 

You scowl, folding your arms tighter across your stomach. The sound goes off again, a long groan that practically echoes in the night. Your gut must be pushing your meal along now. But could it not be so loud? Now was not a good time.

"Real mature," you mutter, kicking ash at your feet, trying to ignore the heat prickling in your cheeks. "She’s not saying anything.”

"Those tummy growls seem to say otherwise," your friend teases, tilting their head down at your inflamed middle,  “She seems a little unsettled about this whole ‘formal attire’ critique… 

I mean, I’d think you would come to appreciate her taste by now… all things considered.”

You shoot them an unamused look, but your stomach gives an almost petulant glorp, as if it's agreeing with them. They just laugh, delighted, and lean back on the railing, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

You give your belly a pointed pat. "She's got nothing left to say. Trust me."

But your friend just grins, eyes gleaming with humour as your belly gives another rhythmic groan. "Uh-huh. sure.”

As your friend’s laughter tapers off, you feel an odd little twinge in your stomach. At first, you ignore it, brushing it off as just a slight bit of indigestion, but the feeling only intensifies—an unease right below your ribs. You shift on your feet, putting a hand over your belly, but it doesn’t seem to help.

Your friend looks over to you, their expression switching to concern. “Are you alright there? Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset your stomach.”

You put a hand over your mouth, not knowing what to expect. With a lurch, you spit up something small and metallic, clinking as it lands in your open palm.

It’s a delicate, gold earring, with a little white gem in the centre—one of hers. You stare down at it, your face heating as you remember her fingers brushing over it just last night, laughing as she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. You didn’t think much of it then.

Your friend peers over, curious. “Well, well. Looks like she left you a little souvenir.” They observe it carefully, and look down at you, “I wonder if the other one is still in there.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, pocketing the earring with a scowl on your face. You press your hand against your stomach again, to gauge whether anything else is thinking about coming back up. 

“Maybe you should remove them first next time,” they suggest, “I hear eating prey with jewellery on can give you indigestion.”

“Helpful.” you mutter through gritted teeth.

[chip-ism]

when a lot of people think about nagas, they think about adding to their tail, which makes sense. But I really wanted to draw a chubby woman. So I did.

She probably won't be an OC. I just wanted to draw a snake woman to practice with tail bulges an junk.

She thanks you for the meal (and for upgrading her cup size)

[ltsmoving]

a kind of continuation of the lab post? mayhaps a lab assistant was getting revenge for their co-workers, or maybe it was just a hungry pred seeing another meal.

shrugs, i've just been in a massive prey mood recently i need to be dinner NOW.

[acorncake]

HAPPY VORE DAY AAAAA

Prolly ate a squad of 4,,or 8,,,, maybe give 1(one) free item to them next run as compensation,,or not

[voraciousvore]

Voretober Day 2: Thrill

“How in the world did you willingly go in there?”

“To tell you the truth, I get a thrill out of it. It’s fascinating, from a scientific and medical perspective. Like exploring the frontier of an alien planet. A dark, hot, wet alien planet, that is.” 

(Bonus points to anyone who knows which of my stories this scene is from 😁)

Day 1 | Day 3

[teal-fiend]

preds with instincts that override their conscious brain:

Preds that lose any self control when hungry

Preds who feel hazy after eating, meaning they won't be able to let you out

Preds who are triggered by the scent of their favourite prey

Preds who will immediately start swallowing you if you put your hands in their mouth

preds who cant control their digestion

Preds who will chase you if you start running

[chip-ism]

Prey so pathetic no pred wants to eat them. Prey who sob hysterically and curl up at the idea of their friend betraying them like that.

Prey is basically like a wet cat. Even the most bloodthirsty and cruel preds just can't bring themselves to make it worse for the pitiful creature. Nothing ever goes right for them, they're the most depressing thing on the planet. Nobody can bear to actually digest them because they already have so many problems.

[ltsmoving]

Lynch's belly looks like my hand would sorta, get sucked in if I pressed it. Or give a staticky feeling.

.. I wonder if they like it to be touched. Given some affection while they're full of preythings

this is actually so hot how had i not thought of this oohh my god....

if you were to touch their belly (especially if there's some little treats in there!) your hand would phase right through their skin and come in contact with their stomach compartment. rubbing and touching would basically result in shifting around the contents of their belly :)

they probably fucking love how it feels, since your hands are in their flesh and moving their guts around a lot more than if you were to just touch the surface.

god sorry this was just such a delight to think about and it's so... 😵‍💫😵‍💫🔥🔥

[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.

[acorncake]

Happy Valentines day! Some self indulgent stuff cause I love this man sm

[supplesnack]