#sick pred

[ltsmoving]

back and tired.

sleep <<<< draw oc tummy

[nomstellations]

yknow, everyone wants to be the sick prey eaten up by a pred or feed themselves to a sick pred so they feel better until both parties end up sick. at least then you both can cuddle up with no worries...

[chip-ism]

If i was a prey in a prey/pred society, I'd carry a grenade with me constantly. I'm not letting just any hungry rando get the pleasure of digesting me, and I'd sooner pull the pin and kill us both than die in such an embarrassing way. Bitch.

[pyotrkochetkov]

TURNED THE GAME ON JUST IN TIME FOR BRADY'S FIRST GOAL AS A PRED THAT'S SOULMATEISM

[mousiefrotting]

on the note of whatever the hell i was just on about!!!! actually!

in book 2, after leona's overblot, before the idea of rest can even occur to him, everyone who's there demands recompense through just wrecking his shit during the spelldrive game. and he agrees. just takes it on. while injured- and he still absolutely hands it to the opposing team up until diasomnia takes the field. he's just overblotted and doesnt even flinch at the idea of burning through more magic right after. and he still finds it in him to be mean about it!

just how strong is he?? i don't even think it was so much intent to win the game as an excuse to try and get some catharsis through brute force on everyone else's part- and leona is still unflappable and cocky about it!! even proves his own point!

expends more magic AND more emotions (against his will but even still) and then he gets a chance to rest- the bout of extreme hunger that follows would be insufferable but soooooo worthwhile. i need to see that lion FULL!!

[mochinomnoms]

A poly trio I think about a lot is Jade x Yuu x Rook. Just imagine living in the woods by a river sith these two. Jade foraging and growing different mushrooms while Rook hunts different game.

They're both so freaky but they match each other's freak. And a Yuu who can match there freak too? The perfect trio of peaceful weirdos. Also the sex would be fucking amazing.

Bonus pred/prey if you're into that: imagine trying to run away and hide with the two of them chasing you through the forest. They would work so well together. I can see Rook hunting you and steering you towards the river so Jade can come up and grab you.

God I hate Rook so much I hate his stupid ass haircut and his stupid ass friend and his stupid bow and I hate his stupid ass.

Anyways this is both a dream and nightmare poly trio because yes they both def play up into each other's freaks. Don't even mention pred/prey stuff around them it will not end well for you if you have stuff to do the next day. Your legs will be out of commission!

On a more wholesome note, though, I think Jade and Rook would really like going out to the woods together! Rook can absolutely see the beauty in all of the nature that Jade admires, and may even be willing to eat one of the many mysterious mushrooms that Jade finds! Is it poisonous? Will it make him sick? How exciting, and Jade is just as excited to have someone enthusiastically eat his findings. Unknown to Jade (or perhaps he does know? Owo) is that Rook knows exactly which fungus and plants will hurt him, and he also knows that Jade wouldn't feed one of his partners something without having a spell or potion to heal them. On Jade's end, he's very entertained by Rook's hunting, it's much different from what he's known! Of course Rook would use tools, he doesn't have teeth or claws, but it's very cute seeing a human attempt (and successfully mind you) take down an animal much larger than themselves with soft hands and dull teeth. He could offer his assistance...but where's the fun in that?

Jade forages while Rook hunts and bring back their goods to make dinner, which Jade and you make together as Rook cleans up the dishes and general mess made. It's a surprisingly smooth and compatible pairing.

[voraciousemo]

Doctor pred

Specifically one with a healing tummy.

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Being sick. The worst cold youve ever had. Getting to the doctors office, one not for humans, but your normal doctor was closed for the holidays. Snow falling as you make it through the door, walking up the smaller staircase.

Quickly making an appointment, and sitting down on the smaller seats on the counter.

In a moment, the doctor came out, holding out a hand for you to hop onto. Truthfully, they didnt have many human clients, they admitted...but there was a gleam of excitement in their eyes.

They gott to their office, setting you on the desk. An...unconventional place, for sure, but they were quick to assure you. You ran down your list of symptoms, the doctor nodding along... but lightly biting their lip. Hiding the saliva pooling in their mouth. Your scent was driving them crazy...

In a quick movement, they scooped you up, giving an apologetic smile, mumbling that you wouldnt have to pay, canines on full display.

In a slow, almost slow-mo motion, they lifted you closer to their mouth, your body shaking without realizing as they slid you into their mouth, small strings between the teeth clinging to you, before the mouth shut around you.

With a happy hum, they tasted you, resisting the urge to lick you around, tilting their head back. You slipped into their throat, the muscles around you squeezing, and pulling at your body.. and after what felt like forever, you were deposited in a warm space. A heartbeat coming through the wall... and a liquid filling the space.

You panicked, only to be shushed, pressure lightly hitting your side, where their hand pushed in. A healing liquid, they explained. That their body made. It only worked on humans, back in the days when they pillaged and raided and kept them as pets.

You forced yourself to relax, sinking into the liquid, shutting your eyes. You could already feel lesd nauseous.

[teal-fiend]

preds who are liars:

"idk where your friend is lol?"

"I just had a big lunch."

"Idk why I'm so bloated today haha"

"What do you mean my stomach's moving. no it isn't."

"I promise I won't eat your partner"

"You can bring your friend over, they'll be just fine."

"It's okay, you're safe around me"

"I have never eaten a person"

"I'm not hungry."

"Yeah I have something planned for dinner"

"I don't want to eat you"

"I would never eat you"

"I would never eat anyone, that's crazy. You're crazy"

"Idk who you're talking about"

"Can I eat you rq? I promise I'll let you out after"

"PLEASE let me eat you It'll just be for a little while..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to eat you - it just sort of happened."

"Don't worry, I won't let my stomach digest u"

"I'm going to digest you"

"I'll never let u out, I never let my prey out."

"You're trapped in here forever."

"i'm just going to take a quick nap don't worry I'll let you out in like an hour."

"I've never digested my prey before"

"Calm down, you're completely safe in there"

"I think if you squirm hard enough, you might make me sick and I'll have to spit you up..."

"Ah, no don't wriggle so much, you're hurting my stomach!"

"Maybe if you stay completely still you won't trigger my stomach acids"

"Don't bother struggling anymore, I can't even feel it, it's not doing anything."

"You weren't even filling"

"Yes, you were tasty"

"You're my favourite prey" "You're the best prey I've ever had"

"I'll reform you"

"I'll remember you"

"Sorry for eating your friend.... It won't happen again."

"Oh, no, don't worry, they wanted to be digested by me."

"I still have plenty of room in here"

"I'll let them out if you give me a belly rub"

"Yeah, you can touch my stomach if you want, I'm full now anyway."

"It's okay, I just need you to come a bit closer..."

"Sorry I digested him yeah he's gone forever sorry."

"It's too late, I've already finished digesting"

"What do you mean I look different? I look the same"

"oh haha, my partner's just been feeding me a lot of snacks I guess"

"yeah, I gave up on eating prey"

"I'm not hungry anymore"

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

I decided to put all the parts of the Farmer pred story together so it's easier to read. Enjoy~

Hm, something odd about that farmer boy who just moved to town. I swear it seems like his appearance changes sometimes. Like he's bigger, sharper, he's always... off.

I happened to see him from my window - certainly not spying or anything - he was fishing, and he'd just caught one of some kind, not something I would be able to identify. It was one of those times where he looked different, I can never place what it is exactly. With his other catches, he dropped them into a cooler, but this one he hesitated, eyeing his surroundings. I don't know what he was looking for, but no one else was outside - only I would witness what he did next.

With an urgent swiftness, he had that fish halfway past his lips, and mind you, this was no mere mackerel, but some other large aquatic inhabitant. I could only stare in shock, with some other unknowable emotions brewing in my chest, while I watched that fish disappear into the farmer.

Since then, I can't help but notice his odd glances towards my fellow villagers. He doesn't know I saw him that day, but I'm not sure there's reason to fear if he did. The farmer is strange but kind - I have hope that he won't harm anyone despite his growing agitation. His efforts in the town speak not of a monster.

Right?

Growing closer to the farmer wouldn't cloud my judgment - surely I began this friendship in order to investigate his oddness, but he reciprocated in turn. There's no harm in befriending this creature that the farmer is, often I find myself drinking into the night with him as company, surely there is nothing to fear from him.

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Drunkenly, I push myself up from the bar, stupidly grinning as I watch my friend take his leave. Stumbling to take a look around, I'm surprised to see only one other patron left in the bar, he who's been standing in the corner all night. A tipsy blush paints his face as he looks up to the tender, who informs him it's late. My drunken mind manages to agree with this, and I head out the door into the chilled night.

The cold is sobering, and something in the night brings my instincts to attention. They’re reminding me of my hunger. My attempts to ease my appetite have been thwarted, no tuna nor slime seems to quell that ache anymore. No, it craves something more.

Stepping behind a tree, I watch the dark river pass and listen to the soft trickle of water... Until I hear a gradual sound of shuffling steps come following up the stone path. A sound I've grown familiar with. Peaking around the tree, I see the lone patron from the bar, stumbling towards his home- a sight I see practically every night.

My hunger always brings me here, watching the potential prey who would be oh so easy to snatch. So far, I've been resistant, but I feel it will soon be inevitable. Flexing my claws, my hunger begs me to stalk, to pounce from behind. It's all I can do but to keep myself back, only watching as he slowly disappears up the path.

One of these days, I'm not going to be able to stop myself…

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Hauling the cooler up over my shoulder, I start a slow jog headed off the beach. It's late, the cold night air telling of autumn. The cooler sloshes with It's contents- today's catch swimming around the meager water within.

Crossing the bridge and rounding the corner, my jog slows to a halt. There he is again, taking his sweet, drunken time with his night walk home. Lowering the cooler from my shoulder, a clawed hand comes to grasp my aching middle. It's been months now since I've had a taste, moving here from the city, that was the main motivator. Less prey to agitate my hunger. It seems I can't hold it off forever, though.

The cooler slips from my hand, falling to the dirt path with a thud. My prey is alerted to the sound, turning to see only the cooler lying in the road. My body moves on its own accord, sick of the hunger plaguing it. Before the cooler had reached the ground, I was slinking behind the bushes, hidden in their shadows. My prey, too drunk to realize the danger of his situation, continues towards his home while I stalk him from the brush.

The front door opens, light washing the landscape in its pale yellowness. At the first click of the door, I had already slunk back into the shadows, watching as my prey's relative scolds him for being so late. With the scene unfolding in front of me, my sense gradually return, and I sink back into the shadows to retrieve my forgotten cooler…

It isn't until reaching the edge of his land that I make my move. Sneaking from the shadows, my visage now that of a monster's, I crawl towards him, closing the gap between us until…

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I've been finding myself here, nearly every night since I followed him. Staring into the dark room, so close to the glass, I can feel it's chill. He's clueless, the drunk, sleeping away in his messy bed. I doubt he'd notice my shadow darkening the moonlight if I were to stand, and if I were to open his window, would he notice the wind flying into his room?

My cravings have only gotten worse, yet I've managed to keep myself contained thus far. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Desperately, I've been trying to come up with an alternative- slime nor fish have helped, so I thought to try my hand at hunting a larger animal, but unfortunately my instincts are less interested in helping me catch such prey. No, they only hunger for that which lies sleeping inside the room, the creature I can't tear my eyes from: a human.

The only option I've turned up is to simply eat. But I dare not bring harm to anyone in my new home; not only would such a disappearance be devastatingly obvious, I care for my fellows who live here. I don't know if it's the hunger plaguing my mind, but the idea that I can 'just have a taste' and not actually hurt him seems to have wormed into my skull. Even if I eat him, then release him later, would that do anything to ease my cravings?

Unsure if I'm in control anymore, my claws reach towards the window…

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With ease, the latch lifts, and the breeze blows open the window, sending the autumnal air into the room. Testing my earlier questions, I stand to full height, my deformed shadow darkening the room like a storm. No change comes from the room's owner, his snores still quiet and steady. Squeezing in through the opening isn't easy, I doubt it would be simple even if I weren't in this monstrous form. Despite my desperate struggles to enter the room, my movements are near silent, hardly a disturbance as I pull myself from the narrow opening.

Staring down at the sleeping drunkard, looming over his bed, my hunger draws me nearer with every moment, mouth watering at the promise of flesh. I only stop once I'm hovering just above his face, so close his gentle breaths cause sway to my bangs. The scent of prey surrounds me, drool trails from my lip, and my tongue caresses a fang. My claws demanding action spring onto his shoulders, maw widening over his head as he's jolted from slumber.

He's left with no time to process as I clamp jaws around his neck, his head engulfed by flesh. Delight courses through me, urging me to continue my meal, telling me how foolish I was to think I'd get away with only a taste.

I've clambered onto the bed to sit over my prey, with height advantage I grasp hold of his arms to swallow more of him down, greedily consuming as much as I can at once. Hardly stopping to adjust, I hoist him from his covers, his boozy flavors hazing my mind. Swallowing around his middle, his light, rotund, pudge melting on my tongue, some part of me manages to acknowledge the curious lack of struggle from my prey, yet it is swept away by the need to devour.

Lifting him high as I can, I push more of him into my throat, gulping down his meatier parts and leaving the thinner part of his legs still outside. By now, he has begun to enter my stomach, simultaneously quelling and fueling my hunger as the weight of being prey-filled grows. The last few swallows are bliss as my mouth clears, prey traveling down my throat to my bulging center.

Left kneeling on the bed, stomach distended and warm, mind fuzzy from fullness, my attention focuses to the orb in my lap. Running a hand over it incites a few small movements from within, yet nothing like the struggles of fear ridden prey I've had before. Something about it greatly disappoints my predatory side. Still, I huff with pleasure, the growing ache that's been in my center for months finally at an end…

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I liked your story with Alex, can we see a story of Shane eating and disposing of a bunch of the townsfolk while he was drunk?

Yeah, definitely! He’s one of my favorites personally. Since it's been a minute from the last one, reminder that I write these with the gay furry mod in mind. I'm...weirdly picky about human preds but turn them guy into an anthro and I'm all over him.

S.hane hiccups and groans softly, having to lean against the wall to stop himself from teetering. The gator’s gone and done it again. He had way too much to drink. He’s only vaguely aware of it, if only because it’s making it difficult to do much of anything. He feels completely weighed down right now, and all the booze has gotten him gassy.

A few taps on his shoulder jolts S.hane out of his haze and he blinks a few times, looking over at the person bothering him. It’s S.am, and the tiger seems a bit annoyed, his tail flickering. “Hey, are you going to let S.ebastian out or what?”

“Wha..?” S.hane blinks a few more times. What about S.ebastian..? While he’s trying to figure out what the point of the question is, the gator’s stomach sloshes suddenly and sends a rolling belch out of him. It takes like beer and wolf. He looks down at his stomach, seeing it hanging down in front of him, distinctly shaped like a curled up person. S.ebastian’s voice is muffled as he tries to yell.

“Hic...I need somethin’ to soak up the beer,” S.hane slurs out, “so I don’t get drunk...” He gives his gut a few rough pats, making S.ebastian yell again. “Sebby’s just...helpin’ out for a bit...’s all...”

S.am rolls his eyes. “That’s great, S.hane, but just ask G.us to make you something to eat then. I need S.ebastian for our game.” He nods his head to the pool table, which is where the two men had been just before S.hane came up and snapped down on the wolf’s head. “So just cough him up and get something else.”

S.hane groans slightly at the thought. If he spits S.ebastian up now, he’ll definitely end up puking. Then he’ll have to get more beer. And he already spent all his money. “Y’know what, S.am, why don’t you just...” S.hane looks at the tiger, halfway through speaking when his jaws open and another belch bubbles out of him. S.am winces and waves the air away. “...go in there and get him,” S.hane finishes.

S.am coughs, nose still cringing. “What? S.hane, I’m not going to stick my hand in your--” He tries to look back at the gator, but he’s staring down into those wide open jaws. They snap down on his head and shoulders before he can even finish the thought, and wet chugs sounds soon follow as S.hane messily gulps him down.

Despite being completely wasted, being a gator gives S.hane the advantage. His strong jaws clamp down tight, and none of S.am’s thrashing or struggling can force them open. So the tiger disappears deeper inside instead, each wet gulp dragging him down into the stink pit of beer and wolf hanging off the gator. The whole affair does make S.hane lose his balance, though, and he lands on top of his gut, belching around the bottom half of S.am’s body. Though he quickly goes right back to slurping his legs down until they’re all gone.

S.ebastian and S.am are both yelling and struggling now, making S.hane’s gut bulge and slosh around wildly. It shakes the gator back and forth on top and it does work in getting him sick. All that comes up, though, are very wet and harsh belches.S.hane groans and whines, now starting to press his weight into his stomach more. He squeezes it between his legs and wraps his arms around it. “Oooough...will you two...Hwwuuuuurp...guh, just stop it..? You’re givin’ me...ulp...indigestion...”

“S.hane..?” A soft voice makes the gator grumble and open up one eye. He sees a pair of feet in front of him and looks up to see H.arvey leaning over him slightly. The goat seems a bit worried, frowning slightly. “If you’re having such a bellyache, maybe you should...spit S.ebastian and S.am out?” The muffled, yelling voices from the gator’s stomach seem to be in agreement, but S.hane isn’t.

“No...mmm, no, I got this...” S.hane mumbles. He starts to squeeze his gut harder, gritting his teeth and growling. He rocks back and forth, grinding his weight down on his stomach. It’s bubbling thickly, and the two men inside are starting to cry out louder. A crack rings out through the various noises, followed by a scream. S.hane squeezes harder and more start to follow. Wet snaps and crunches bubble out of S.hane’s gut, along with frantically yelling voices. Until a rumbling belch rolls out of the gator’s jaws followed by a very loud crunching sound that makes both men go silent at once.

“G-Good lord, S.hane...” H.arvey gapes as he watches the gator. S.hane huffs and puffs before he lets go of his gut and begins to wobble back onto his feet. The goat takes a step back, watching the dunkard rise. S.hane’s gut sloshes and burbles thickly, hanging down low with nothing but dead weight. Vague imprints of the two men inside bulge out the bottom of the gator’s stomach, but it’s clear they aren’t moving anymore. If anything, S.hane’s gut is having an easier time working on them now.

“Finally...” S.hane groans, rubbing his hands deeply into his gut. It bubbles and churns deeply, squishing under the kneading pressure. Another belch bubbles out of him and it sends one of S.ebastian’s shoes flying. It bounces off of H.arvey’s chest and hits the floor with a splat.

Out of instinct more than anything, H.arvey carefully picks it up, looking between the shoe and S.hane. “S.hane, you just...”

“Bwwwurp...oooh, is that Seb’s..? He’s gonna want that back...” S.hane wobble a bit and stumbles. Whether he was trying to lunge forward or just tripped is hard to tell, but his jaws snap down over not just the shoe, but H.arvey’s entire forearm. The goat’s eyes widen and he tries to pull away, but all that does is make the gator swallow in retaliation.

“Gah! S.hane, stop it! That’s my arm!” H.arvey tries to pull away again, but another swallow drags him in up to his shoulder. S.hane’s jaws open up, his breath reeking of death and booze. H.arvey can see his arm sunk down in the slick gullet and he knows he’s about to follow. “G.us! E.mil! I need some help over h--MMPH!” S.hane’s jaws snap down on H.arvey’s head and he continues gulping on instinct.

By the time E.mil comes over to find out why he was called, the blue parrot squawks at what he’s seeing. S.hane is slumped down against the wall, his massive gut resting in his lap as it boils loudly. H.arvey’s legs hang from his jaws, his head tipped back as he gulps them down. They’re kicking around wildly as it happens, H.arvey’s muffled screaming hard to hear deep in S.hane’s gut.

E.mil quickly rushes over and grabs onto H.arvey’s ankles, trying to pull. “S.hane, that’s not food! That’s H.arvey! Spit him out right now!” Despite his efforts, S.hane’s gullet proves a much stronger force, and E.mil makes no headway as H.arvey’s legs sink down deeper. He doesn’t realize that it’s pointless to try until it’s too late, and his hands sink down S.hane’s gullet at the same time as H.arvey’s feet. The parrot barely gets out a scream before the gator’s jaws snap down over his head and shoulders.

After about twenty minutes, S.hane comes waddling over to the bar. His guts sway and slosh heavily, bulging around with the weak squirms of H.arvey and E.mil. A groan escapes the gator and he belches deeply, blue feathers puffing out of his jaws. He manages to get to the bar and sits down on one of the stools. It creaks loudly under his weight. His gut squelches as it’s shoved up against the bar, and there’s a few cracks from it when he does. Someone inside shudders and goes slack.

“Another...Bwwwweeellllch...mmf, beer, G.us...” S.hane slurs out, leaning on the bar slightly. At this point, there’s so much meat bubbling in his stomach, he can probably drink a whole case of beer and not even get a little tipsy! Ignoring the fact that he’s already incredibly drunk at the moment.

“Think you’ve had enough beer for a lifetime...” C.lint mutters next to him. The panda brings his mug up to his muzzle as a way to mask it, but S.hane already heard him.

“Wha’ was that?” S.hane asks, turning his attention to his neighbor. “I can have another...hic...another beer if I want! Not hurtin’ anyone...”

“Oh, yeah, not hurting anyone,” C.lint repeats sarcastically, jabbing S.hane’s gut as he does. His finger sinks in with a squelch and a wet bubbling sound. S.hane belches deeply again, H.arvey’s glasses flying out of his maw and landing on the bar. 

S.hane growls a bit. “I’ll show you hurting..!” And he lunges, using his current immense weight to his advantage. Both him and C.lint topple over, taking the stools down with them as they crash to the ground. C.lint tries to yell and thrash, but he’s stuck under S.hane’s massive gut, and once those jaws come down on him, it’s already over.

G.us sighs as he watches S.hane pull himself up again, using the bar for leverage. A twitching pair of panda feet stick out of his maw, which snaps shut. A wet gulp sends the last of C.lint down and S.hane huffs out a low groan. He slumps down, head on the bar. “...beer...please.”

“I think I’m gonna have to cut you off for tonight, S.hane,” G.us says with a frown. “Now that all my other customers and my one other bartender are--” S.hane lets out a sickly belch, which is underlaid with C.lint’s very loud and angry screaming. “--indisposed...I think I’m just going to close early tonight.”

S.hane grumbles a bit as the polar bear turns around to start putting things away. C.lint keeps kicking in his stomach, making it bulge and slosh loudly. He just wants to wash all that meat down with one more drink. Is that too much to ask? He’ll just have to get behind the bar and get it himself...

...S.hane lets out a whine as he starts to come to, just to feel a splitting headache throbbing behind his eyes. He rubs at them slowly, wincing at the pain. He’s somewhere really uncomfortable and he feels like he swallowed a bag of cement. What happened..?

S.hane starts to push himself up slowly, which makes his gut shift and sag down into his lap. He blinks a few times as he looks down at it. It’s hanging out of his jacket, his shirt rising up to his chest. The gator stares at it for a moment and gives it a slight squeeze. God...

He also notices that something long and fluffy is hanging out of his jaws. It takes him a minute to recognize it as a raccoon tail. Isn’t that P.ierre’s..? It takes him over a minute to realize that he didn’t accidentally steal the raccoon’s tail from him, and that the heavy, sloshing thing in his gut is probably the rest of the shopkeeper. With a wet slurp, the tail is gone, and S.hane groans as he drags himself back to his feet.

The gator blearily looks around and finds himself at the tavern, behind the bar. He squints slightly in the morning light and starts to waddle along, hefting his gut as he does. G.us is going to kill him if he...a sharp groan from S.hane’s gut makes the thought stop in its tracks. Oh...right. S.hane’s the one that killed G.us, actually. Along with S.ebastian, S.am, H.arvey, E.mil, and C.lint. And apparently P.ierre, although the gator’s fuzzy memories definitely stop before that can be recalled. The racoon must have come in some time after G.us went down and S.hane ate him before passing out.

S.hane stumbles a bit more before his grunts groan loudly again and he winces. The gator pants as he leans himself on the bar with one hand, the other trying to rub and soothe his stomach. Eating seven people didn’t just leave him incredibly fat. He can feel the pressure down below building up rapidly. He’s gotta go...

It takes considerable effort for S.hane to get outside. His head still hurts and the early morning sun isn’t helping, but he needs somewhere he can leave all of...this. No one’s around right now, thankfully, so the gator quickly shuffles off to the side of the tavern where all the trash can’s are. S.hane fumbles with his pants and gets them down enough to expose his ass. He quickly lifts his tail up and relaxes with a groan.

In an instant, thick shit begins to squelch out of the gator’s ass and into the trash cans. S.hane can hear the thumps and thuds of dense logs landing in the metal bins and starting to heap up. His nose cringes at the horrible smell but he keeps going regardless. He can tell this is going to be a lot of work.

S.ebastian and S.am fill up most of the first can. The logs are dense and mostly solid, having baked the longest in S.hane’s digestive system. Bones can be easily make poking out of the dark waste, a stark white in contrast. What’s a bit harder to see is the rest of S.ebastian’s...leftovers, his gray fur and black hoodie much harder to distinguish as they slide out. S.am’s much brighter yellow fur and blue coat are harder to miss, though. The two skulls that come out, one for a wolf and one for a tiger, would be the best pieces of evidence over who was filling up the can.

S.hane had to quickly move onto the next bin, tossing the lid aside and practically sitting on it as he goes. Gas echoes inside, soon followed by more sputtering shit as H.arvey and E.mil slop out of him next. It’s incredibly smooth for S.hane, at least, the two of them coming out with little issue. E.mil’s bright blue feathers and H.arvey’s white fur tickles him the entire time, making the gator wiggle slightly and groan as he pushes them out. That soft green goat and red sweater vest those two always wear are much the same. S.hane stands up again once he feels the heat rising, sticking his ass up in the air just in time for E.mil’s skull to squeeze out, the beak cracked. It gets mostly buried by the next log, and H.arvey’s skull follows soon after, both of his horns snapped off and lost somewhere deeper in the can.

Despite coming up to the tail end of his morning dump, S.hane finds that he’s also at the worst of it. C.lint and G.us were big guys, being bears, and they remind the gator of that as he feels massive logs split him out as they slither out. It leaves him groaning and whining as each one passes, thick and solid with dense bones packed in. Even the tufts of brown and white fur don’t do much to alleviate the discomfort of squeezing them both out like this. The skulls are the worst of it, clogging the gator up as he gets to them. Crap pushes through their open jaws or eye sockets before he’s able to get them out, leaving two bear skulls to sit on top of the overflowing trash can in the end.

S.hane pants deeply once it’s done. He feels a lot lighter. He lowers his tail and steps away, about ready to pull his pants up again when another sudden and sharp pain hits him. S.hane squats down on instinct and groans as soft shit gushes out of him quickly. He forgot about P.ierre, who’s now heaping up on the ground against the three trash cans. It’s messy but fast, raccoon’s fur and bones giving the shit most of its structure. S.hane barely even notices when the skull slides out of him, just waiting for that empty feeling. As soon as he gets it, he stands up, wipes his ass off with a rag he took from G.us’s bar, and quickly waddles off while yanking his pants up.

The hungover gator doesn’t even want to look back and see the mess he’s made. His green scales are flushing red with embarrassment. That smell is going to waft through town for sure...and he’d rather be out on his farm by the time that happens. Hopefully, no one asks why he’s suddenly tripled in weight. At the very least...he’ll have an easier time quitting drinking now. The tavern isn’t going to be opening up for a long, long time...

[lukesvangelista]

𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊ˡᵉ⁷⁷

in which luke is your brother’s best friend.

warnings; pining, heavy make out session (but not quite smut), going after a sibling’s friend, little bit of an age gap (but totally legal i promise)

The music from the party throughout your house pulsed in your ears, your eyes blinded by the flashing lights that your older brother Max had set up in the living room. Luke was back in Toronto for the summer after his season with the Preds ended, and your brother thought there was no better way to celebrate than by getting black out drunk on a Friday night.

While a house party wasn’t your usual scene, you had to hand it to him - he had gone all out. In the middle of your kitchen island, a makeshift bar had been set up and boasted an array of drinks—beer, seltzers, and, of course, hard liquor. Nearby, your dining table was practically collapsing under the weight of takeout and finger foods. Laughter erupted as groups formed and dissolved, the animated conversations blending with the rhythm of the music.

Some guests, half of whose names you didn’t even know, gravitated towards the packed living room, where couches provided a safe place for French kissing and unfortunately, much more. The thought of what could go down on those couches practically made you sick, and you wanted nothing more than to find respite in a quieter area. So, naturally, you gravitated to your room.

Luke was in the kitchen talking to Max when he noticed your disappearance. It was fairly early in the night, but Max had already had one too many, and as much as Luke loved his best friend, he would rather be spending time with you. He wouldn’t admit to anyone, but the hardest part of Luke’s time in Nashville this past season was his lack of seeing you, “Hey, Max, I’m gonna head to the bathroom, alright? I’ll meet you back here soon!” Luke shouted over the music blasting, but Max was too busy to notice, so he slipped away easily enough.

Once in your room, you collapsed on your bed, quickly reaching over to shuffle a random playlist. You were trying to focus hard on the lyrics of “Lovers Rock”, but the truth is that you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to the brown-haired boy downstairs.

It’s no secret that from preschool and onward, Luke Evangelista and your older brother Max had been inseparable, their friendship an unbreakable bond forged over girls, shared secrets, countless adventures, and most importantly (to them), their hockey careers. They had always been the perfect balance of humor and seriousness, hard work and slacking off, and, when it came to you, kindness and smallmindedness.

With three years between you and Max, he had always viewed you as the annoying little sister. Growing up, you didn’t have many friends, which meant that oftentimes, you would ask to hangout with him and Luke. And, oftentimes, that question would lead to Max slamming his bedroom door in your face. Luke, however, was different. Whenever he would come over and see you alone while Max was off doing something else, he would always offer to tag along. He would ask you about your favorite movies, songs, and books, and would even let you join some games of street hockey and pond hockey when the weather was nice. It didn’t take long for you to grow comfortable with Luke, his presence as an older brother figure becoming all too familiar in your life. Yet, amidst the comfort and familiarity, subtle shifts began to occur as the two of you grew older. A lingering glance here, a touch that lasted a moment too long there—small, almost imperceptible signs that something more profound was stirring beneath the surface.

Luke had been Max’s best friend for as long as you could remember. Growing up, he was like another brother to you, always around, always apart of your family. But recently, something had shifted. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it had started, but your feelings for Luke had changed. And, if you weren’t mistaken, his feelings for you had changed as well.

And Max knew nothing of it.

The sound of footsteps outside of your door made your heart skip a beat. A gentle knock followed, and you knew who it was before he even spoke.

“Y/N, it’s Luke. Can I come in?”

You froze, but tried to hide it as best as you could, “Sure,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Luke opened the door and stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. He looked around your room, a place he had been countless times over the years, but tonight felt different. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Luke spoke softly, nodding toward the direction of your phone.

“You’re not interrupting,” you assured him, sitting up slowly to pause the music. He smiled softly, gently asking for permission to move closer. You nodded.

He took a seat on the edge of your bed, a little closer to you than he ever had before. Turning his head to look at you, he sighed, “I just wanted to talk.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, a look of slight confusion etched across your face. It wasn’t rare for Luke to hang out in your room whenever he wanted to get away from tons of overwhelming activity, but this was different, and quite honestly made you a little nervous, “About what?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

He rubbed his thumb across his nose, which had forever been one of his nervous habits. Throughout your guys’ childhoods, you had noticed it countless times - when he and Max performed in the fifth grade talent show, when he watched Canada win gold at the 2010 Winter Olympic Games, and when he was called up to play for Nashville for the first time. But you had never noticed it as intensely as you had in this moment, “About us,” he said, his voice just barely above a whisper.

Your heart raced. You had been hoping for this conversation for the longest time, but were now suddenly terrified of it. Nervously, you made eye contact with him, flames of his own anxiety dancing in his warm brown eyes, “What about us?”

Luke looked at you, sincerity extinguishing the anxious fire that was previously burning in his eyes, “I’ve been feeling something for awhile now, and I think you have too. I just… I just don’t want to hide it anymore.”

You felt a rush of relief mixed with nervous excitement as you struggled to process Luke’s words. Nashville Predators star Luke Evangelista just admitted his feelings for you. The boy that you had known since you were two years old had just admitted his feelings for you. Your older brother’s best friend had just admitted his feelings for you. You smiled quickly, replying almost instantly, “I feel the same way, Luke. I’ve been terrified to say anything because of Max.”

Luke nodded, his thumb dropping from his nose as his confidence began to grow more and more by the minute, “I know. But he’s not here now, and I don’t want to waste any more time pretending.”

With those words, the space between the two of you seemed to disappear. Luke leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the distance, your lips meeting in a tender, hesitant kiss.

The kiss deepened, and soon the two of you were lost in each other. Luke’s hands gently cradled your face, and you ran your fingers through his wavy locks, pulling him closer. Every touch, every movement felt electric, charged with the intensity of your guys’ long neglected feelings.

For a moment, you pulled apart, breathless. “Are you okay?” Luke asked you, his forehead resting against yours.

You nodded, a shy smile playing on your lips, “More than okay.”

Luke kissed you again, this time more passionately. The two of you fell back onto the bed, your bodies pressing together, all of the noise of the world outside of your room fading away. It was just the two of you, both you and Luke finally giving in to what each of you wanted.

Time seemed to stop to stand still as you explored each other, learning the curves and lines of each other’s bodies, memorizing the taste and feel of each kiss. It was as if the both of you were making up for all the moments that you had kept your feelings hidden.

Eventually, you lay side by side, tangled in each others arms, your breathing slowly returning to normal. Luke brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and wonder.

“This changes everything, doesn’t it?” you murmured, your voice soft.

Luke sighed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, “Yes,” he agreed. “But I think it’s for the better.”

You traced your fingers on his bare chest as you nodded, speaking quickly, “I don’t want to tell him just yet.”

“Then we won’t,” Luke reassured, his fingers intertwining with yours, “we have all the time in the world, pretty girl.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace and security wash over you. The two of you would have to navigate this new situation, figure out how to tell Max, which scared the hell out of you (and Luke, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you at this moment). But in that moment, all that mattered was that you and Luke were together.

As you drifted off to sleep, wrapped safely in Luke’s embrace, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it side by side (even if that meant forcing Luke out of your house through your bedroom window, or having an escape route at all times for the time being). And that was more than enough.

a/n; special thanks to @babygirlboeser for proofreading!!

[suzyandthefox]

A word of truth

(Lots of words about my opinion on the SFW vore community and why I'm not revealing my persona yet)

I think I'm finally understanding why am I feeling the pred vibes lately, why do I feel a great need to consume and control...

It's because I don't have control of my own life

I'm constantly struggling to control things I can't control, and I'm sick of being pressed under a thumb, I'm sick of feeling like a cornered beast in a cage.

I have noticed recently how tall I am irl and I have been feeling more proud of my body and myself

The main thing pushing me from officially revealing my predsona is because, let's be honest here, the vore community (and the g/t community), while not as bad as before, still has a lot of in-built misogyny, the nonsexual/non suggestive pieces with fem preds are almost nonexistent compared to ones with more masc preds.

That being said, I feel like presenting my persona to the world is just me presenting myself to be drawn in ways that will absolutely make me uncomfortable, but I also would love to draw and interact with my fellow artists.

The thing with Suzy is, she is basically a mascot, she was made as a character to be eaten, which is why I don't have this issue with her.

My persona is a representation of myself, and so subjecting myself to the internet feels like a dangerous situation where somehow it will be *my* fault for the unsavoury things that will happen.

But I also would love to explore the pred part of me in a safe way.

If you read this, thank you, and... yeah I would love a word of advice and guidance from other preds or just others in general.

[nomstellations]

a fun angsty thing ive been thinking about preds that HAVE to eat live prey. Maybe not digest them, but regular food makes them sick and their body demands living food. the pred doesn't want to even consider eating anyone out of fear of hurting them, but they'll HAVE to eventually...

[roseytoesy]

Vore trope list

Screw it I’ve been looking for a list of vore tropes and stuff and can’t seem to find any! so you know what I’m going to make my own.

(Almost all of these I imagine as safe or has the option to be safe.)

Feel free to use this as an ask game too!

Story tropes:

Knight in shining armor (protection vore)

A heroic meal (protection vore but eating the bad guy)

Dragons sacrifice (poor soul(s) offered to a monster)

A bet (stupid idea + pride leads to shenanigans)

Feral/ lost to instincts (pred looses control of themselves)

Oh no you don’t! (Pred keeping prey from doing something stupid)

Tummy time out (prey annoyed/upset pred too much and ended in tummy as punishment)

Extreme cuddling (just as it says. both wanna be cozy together and what better way than inside a tum?)

dentist (thorough cleaning but with its own risks of being eaten due to being within a mouth)

vore spa day (covered in delicious smelling oils and products and given a deep massage deep into a pred)

magic! (Potions or spells making this small and safe)

sci-fi (aliens and other biological/scientific shenanigans leading to vore)

willingly “sacrificed” to a god

food play (from noodles to cakes and icecream get creative and have fun!)

Saved from drowning (merfolk or lifeguard making sure someone gets the air they need inside where they will be safe)

fearful (I don’t like the sound of fearplay)

cat and mouse games (pred having fun while the prey may or may not, depending)

hide and eat (hide and seek but the seeker is very hungry~)

Any taur vore (from nagas to centaurs, to driders, to anything you can think of!)

multiple stomaches (a safe one/storage and one not so safe one maybe)

slimes (pred or prey they can be both!)

edible clones (best way to remove extras is to eat them!)

high vore (they either got high from the prey or the pred was high and got munchy)

dinner dates (ending with an amazing prey dessert to finish off a successful date)

inexperienced/first time (weather it’s pred or prey is so good)

shy (either pred or prey struggle to ask.)

casual (just walk up to friend and say I want in. Or can I have a snack for a bit. Shrug and relax for an hour or two)

kidnapping (best way to ensure transportation and that they won’t get away)

object vore (from a small key to a fricken box tv. The bulges are always a fun plus)

Come and get it~ (pred ate item/person prey needs so they have to go down to get it)

sick (pred needs something to settle their stomach, or prey wants to hide away from the world and their troubles.)

comfort (help ground a pred during a panic attack. Help hide prey from anxieties)

A different form of love (other species licking and gently swallowing their loved ones as signs of affection.)

healing vore (stomach juices heal things alive and break apart anything dead.)

tough soft guy. (Scary/intimidating with a soft spot for one special prey.)

multiple prey (weather the pred was gluttonous or overwhelmed both are good.)

super willing and unwilling (pred excited to nom someone and they are not ok with it. And a super willing prey where the pred is somewhat worried/freaked out)

VIP (very important prey, gets a nice backstage show ending in a belly.)

sleep eating (pred had a nice dream about eating a marshmallow. Where’s their pillow/prey??)

another world (maybe somewhere where this is normal)

betrayal (prey gets gobbled up by friend and feels betrayed that they were nothing more than a meal/snack to who they thought they could trust.)

always close (pred hugging belly close or always having a hand over their precious cargo)

experiments! (Scientists doing things inside just because they are curious!)

overprotective (either pred or prey but they are possessive of their friend they aren’t allowed to be eaten by/eat anyone else!)

teasing (being charismatic or using double meaning words to get a snack or message across~)

domestic (a happy couple/ roommates sharing some nomes after cleaning together or getting things settled from the days adventures.)

robot (safely store items and prey at optimal temperatures and in a safe environment until threat has passed, or scans are completed, etc)

mine! (Hoarding things where NOONE can get to without their permission)

strings/equipment included (keeping prey on something to help them get out, though it may or may not fail depending on the pred)

demons deal (you got what you want and what they want in return is a nice meal~)

drink addition (prey floating in a drink and going down to their own special pool)

hot and cold (hot belly’s for cold days and cool belly’s for hot days)

It was an accident! (Took a tumble right down someone’s throat?! Or they didn’t notice someone in their drink)

Other:

Same size

half size

g/t

micro

cat size

willing

unwilling

squirming

switch

pred

prey

reformation

goopy/ painless digestion

fatal/perminant

oral

belly mouth

tail

Vore to endosoma

Half/full tour clean

dream vore

energy sapping

bulging stomach

hammer space stomach/ pocket dimension belly

[damseldistressgirl]

Intro Post

Hi. I go by Bunni on here but u can call me whatever! This is a NSFW kink blog. If you're under 18, go away please. All of the things I'm into here are exclusive to fiction (drawings and writing) You won't find any irl images of anything here, nor do I like seeing them.

read more for my likes and dislikes

Things I like:

Oral Vore

Fatal Vore

Digestion

Giant/Tiny Vore

Upset Tummies

Tummy Noises/Gurgles

Stomach Sickness

Unwilling Prey

Cruel Preds

Things I Sometimes Like:

Stuffing

Implied/Subtle/Referenced Emeto

Eructo

Things I Don't Like:

Willing Prey

Unwilling Preds

Any Vore That Isn't Oral

Explicit Emeto

This list is subject to change + if u have a question abt anything not listed here, ask me in my ask box/dms! :)

Fandoms Im In:

Hazbin Hotel

I don't have a DNI (other than minors dni). As long as you're respectful, you can follow, like, reblog, send asks, comment, whatever else.

[kaontic]

Oh my actual Lord, the dream’s come true. O_O

*Kicks down door* OH THUNDERCRACKEEER~

BUSTER’S ‘BOUT TO GETTA NEW FRIEEEND~ (´∀`)//🐱

He’s got a pet human now too, I guess—

Why my dumb human ass, with my crappy art, could almost wish upon an evil shootin’ star, that it was me instead “What?” What—? 😶

Alright. Now we just need Skywarp to get one. Or two. Or a few. Someday. Maybe.

Um—

*Whispers* Psst, hey, Megs, I don’t wanna be that betch—I make unintentional mistakes I gotta edit for my sanity all the time—but, it’s “What do you say?”. That’s probably why they’re givin’ ya looks.

I mean, that’s pretty accurate Megatron dialogue ngl. Like this is the same guy that said in G1 “Power flows to the one who knows how”, as if that was an actual full sentence.

Ik, that’s beside the point of what the frag’s goin’ on, so, “respectfully” (with heavy emphasis on the quotation marks)—

Can ya just…rip out your own chain-smoker soundin’ aft voice box, and shove it? Pretty please? Mr. Geneva Suggestions?

“YoU kNoW tHe LiMiTs Of My PoWeR! i NeEd SoMeOnE tO wIElD mE!”

“But my leader, you have your fusion cannon—”

“Do NoT qUeStIoN mE sTaRsCrEaM!”

Unless Skybound’s gonna give us a “good” aft explanation for this, like some Cybertronian gunformer curse we dunno about yet (given the serious corruption goin’ on, from the looks of it, with Star and Op)—

I would say more about Megs’ gun mode as an effective concept, but I’ll save all that for another post.

Instead I’ll just spout out this scrap to review:

Most explanations are welcome for why villains do what they do, even if it’s just “Cuz I’m evil”. 😈

(TF One Sentinel tho…yeah. Gotta make a post regarding him as well)

Here, they wanna save their home planet as energy sources dwindle.

Ok, so resources. Got it. Yes. #1 reason why wars are fought, and wars need soldiers to fuel ‘em. Enemies turned potential recruits who are prisoners don’t comply? Well, logically speaking then— 🤡

Or maybe, just maybe—this might sound crazy, but—how about not start a whole goddamn war that will worsen this crisis, Megs?

How about not turn fellow Cybertronians into the worst versions of themselves, and delete their innocence? Cuz great, now ya created a monster that will betray ya!

Ask yourself: What the frag are you fighting for?

Cuz you’re just makin’ the problem worse, mate.

At least Jetfire tried to look beyond Cybertron peacefully for a solution, which despite how well that went, sounded a helluva lot better than exhaustive in-fighting, but no, frag exploration.

Frag trading with “filthy” organic alien species.

Frag experimenting for new sources of energy (lookin’ at you, Shockwave. Now I know your aft was enabled).

Frag examining Cybertron’s history for answers.

Frag speaking with Optimus like a civilized individual.

Population control’s where it’s at, apparently. ಠ_ಠ)

Jesus, so many questions NOT ENOUGH DEETS. (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

WE NEED MORE FLASHBACKS STAT.

Skybound Megs so far, is coming off as a guy who, when the worst happens, will just use the situation/impending apocalypse to his advantage to do terrible stuff, and get away with it through all the chaos.

Furthermore, it’s like we’re watching him live out some sick fantasy of his while he’s all “This is for the greater good of Cybertron!”. Like no bitch! There’s other options! You have no excuse!

You wanna be a pred, who kills for pleasure and power, while demanding to share that experience with others with or without their consent.

There. That’s what kept me up last issue.

Well, this is one moral of this ongoing story, and life advice I guess:

BEWARE THE F*CKIN’ NICE ONES!

For they may be the worst of all. Great…

*Proceeds to pollute my sketchbook with more Megatron art cuz I am indeed that betch*