#V prey

[wutwutno1]

A remake of Thad x V, now featuring Lizzy!

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[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.

[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...

[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.

[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.

[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

[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 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

[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.

[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)

[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.

[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

[supplesnack]

It wrecks me every time 😵‍💫

[acorncake]

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

[squishosaur]

kite btw –> 🦅

[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