#vore disposal

[omgcatboi]

Vore preds DM me with how you'd make me your prey challenge.

[sexagonalsexagram]

A Detailed Description of Dragon Digestion and Defecation

2.6k words, digestion mention, disposal mention. Written in the style of an academic paper, rather than a story. Originally posted elsewhere on Oct 16, 2021. Happy 8/8, everybody!

Dragons are dangerous, sporting fierce claws, mighty scales, and searing flame breath. However, this doesn’t mean that you should fear them - quite the opposite! By having a healthy respect and awareness of what they’re capable of, as well as knowledge of what they aren’t capable of, one can stay safe around dragons for quite an extended period of time. With that goal in mind, here is some important information about what is perhaps the most notorious aspect of a dragon: their propensity to eat humans.

While dragons are definitely capable of being described as clever, none that our guild have come across so far have been truly intelligent. This is a good thing - they’re just smart enough to understand that attacking humans in large groups will result in them getting wounded in return, and not smart enough to plan past that or attack out of genuine cruelty. Which brings us to part one, the “first step” in a dragon’s devouring of a human: picking a target. There are three reasons why a dragon would eat a human, and depending on which one is the case, who will and won’t get targeted will change.

The first reason is obviously simple hunger. In this case, a dragon will target groups that are out in the open - plains, deserts, and similar terrain. Group size won’t deter it, and it won’t stay for long enough to fight back or save whoever it grabbed. However, while this is the most common, and the most certain to result in digestion for whoever was taken, this doesn’t result in many humans being eaten. A hungry dragon will target the largest living thing in the group and take it - in a caravan, the horses or livestock are always targeted before the humans when a hungry dragon attacks. If you don’t have any large beasts, then it’ll probably grab the largest two or three humans, depending on how hungry it is. In this case, it will avoid choosing targets with lots of metal or armor, so as to eat its prey quicker.

The second reason is because the human or humans are getting too close to the dragon’s lair. A large group will deter it - rather than attempting to eat any members of the group, it will launch fire breath from a distance, gather as much of its hoard as possible, and leave. However, in a small group (the exact size of a small group depends on the size of the dragon: assume one person per foot and a half of length from head to tail as the maximum group size it’s comfortable fighting), it will attempt to fight. If it succeeds, it will devour every single member of the group who attacked it, even chasing down those who flee.

The third and final reason is the most dangerous reason. If you’re all on your own, without a group, and your armor is particularly shiny and thick, a dragon might want to add you to its hoard, out of the mistaken belief that you’re made entirely out of metal. I’ll explain why this would lead to it eating you soon, but for now just be aware that full-plate armor puts you at more risk against a dragon than it’s worth - especially since almost all of a dragon’s weapon can punch straight through iron or steel if it really wants them to.

Now that the dragon has selected something to eat, how it goes about consuming its prey will also differ depending on why it picked that target. If the dragon is hungry, it will consume its capture mid-flight, usually roasting it with a burst of flame before consuming it in multiple bites as quickly as possible. In general, if a hungry dragon grabbed a horse or a person, assume that they’re beyond all hope within a minute of their capture.

If it is defending its lair, it will tend to consume its victims whole, and somewhat slowly. After all, if it’s not hungry, why bother stuffing itself with food instead of stashing some for later? Depending on the age of the dragon, they’ll either kill the intruders and store their bodies, or an elder dragon will leave them alive until it’s hungry to avoid spoilage. The order in which it consumes the intruders is more or less random, though the same dragon in this situation multiple times will develop personal preferences over time. An older dragon will also strip its victims of metal objects before eating them, to avoid the risk of being cut by a hidden knife or blade.

If it is trying to add you to its hoard, it will again, eat you whole, but any further details are highly specific to the situation at hand. Unlike in the defense situation, it won’t attack you or use any of its other weapons on you first: you’ll be entirely healthy and unharmed right up until you start sliding down the dragon’s throat.

With that, our three situations converge back together: not much of a situational difference on the inside (except for the third case, but bear with me). A dragon’s neck is fairly long and has been described - by some insanely lucky adventurers - as “cramped, but not crushing”. An outside observer can usually see the prey sliding down from the outside, except for some particularly large dragons. Once you’re swallowed, the dragon will pretty much forget about you entirely (again, except for the third case), so don’t expect a smooth ride.

As you reach the base of the dragon’s neck, you come across the first oddity within their digestive tract - or, you do if you’re incredibly perceptive, at least. Where most beings have two paths branching off - the windpipe and the throat - a dragon will have four paths, spaced apart from each other. The main path is still the throat, leading further down the digestive path, but the other three are more interesting. A dragon’s lungs connect to their ‘main tube’ twice - one path taking air in, and one expelling it from the lungs again. The fire sac, which produces their intense flame with a combination of magic and chemistry, sits directly next to the outwards-breathing passage. This allows the dragon to breathe flame for a significant amount of time without seeming to breathe, and also prevents them from accidentally filling their own lungs with fire. The final path is faced sort of against the rest, as if it’s meant to catch things going up the throat rather than down. This is the dragon’s crop - though it does not share the same purpose as it would in an avian species. We’ll come back to that later as well.

Finally, we reach the stomach of the dragon. Or, at least, the first stomach. Dragons have three stomachs, an advantage which allows them to digest - or at least, melt down - any organic material in the world. This stomach doesn’t have any acid in it - in fact, it’s fairly basic instead. This stomach is specialized for getting rid of the toughest, most ordinarily indigestible materials there are - leather, hair, fur, wood, and similar things. It can’t digest stone, and due to the alkaline pH of the stomach it actually doesn’t affect metal at all, but it destroys straps, hair, and it’ll start the process for the rest of the digestive tract. This stomach is not particularly large - the same insanely lucky adventurers described it as being “large enough for three men - if not a single one of them cared about privacy or personal space”.

If you were swallowed in order to add your armor and shiny things to the dragon’s hoard, this is where you’ll stay for quite a while - in the range from 2 to 6 hours, depending on how stubborn the dragon is. The dragon has somewhat fine control over this part of its body - it will allow exactly one thing out of its belly, pushing it into its crop. It will inspect the item, feeling it with the sensitive and muscular walls of the crop (which are the slightest bit acidic, purely to protect themselves from any excess base left on the item.) If it decides that the item is pure, clean metal, it will return to its hoard and spit the item out, leaving it clean and shiny as a new addition to the pile. Otherwise, it’ll send the object back into the first stomach and repeat. If the dragon’s first stomach is totally empty and it decides that what’s in its crop doesn’t have any metal at all, it’s time to proceed to the second stomach and join up with the other two scenarios. Everything the dragon eats goes through this cycle at least once, though.

The second stomach is separated from the first by a short length of internal tubing - the lungs take up the larger space between the two, leading to the interesting situation that if the dragon is breathing fire, its lungs have swelled up and actually block the passage deeper into the system entirely. It is for this reason alone that a hungry dragon breathes less flame - rumors and misinformation about their flame’s strength being tied to their hunger claim that this is because they need fuel to burn. No, it is simply that while breathing flame, the dragon cannot get food to pass into its second stomach. The second stomach is the one with the nerve endings to indicate “fullness” to the dragon - no matter how much it eats, it doesn’t start feeling full until the food passes into its second stomach, which is part of what drives their growth over the years as dragons will always consume more food than they actually need, should enough be present for them to easily take.

There is no first-hand description of the second stomach - the insanely lucky adventurers from earlier were cut out of the belly of the young dragon which had consumed them while still in the endless metal-washing cycle of the first stomach. Instead, all we have is physical measurements from slain dragons - the second stomach is the stretchiest of the three, ranging from its smallest size of less than a fifth the size of the first stomach, to being five times larger than the first stomach. It’s unknown exactly how long food remains in the second stomach, but it’s estimated to be about a day. It’s generally assumed that the second stomach is so stretchy to enable dragons to consume other dragons, as has been observed but only at a distance - skipping the first stomach and delivering them directly to the far more durable, digestively potent chamber.

The second stomach does contain acid, though the walls aren’t particularly forceful or muscular. Instead, the rhythm of the dragon’s breathing and wingbeats adds compressive force and mixes the contents over time. The acid within the second stomach is powerful, and contains a few absolutely fascinating enzymes which interact directly with magic - in this stomach, the dragon can digest shield spells. Truly, nothing that enters a dragon’s body is safe from being churned into a slurry of nutrients to feed their ever-growing body and appetite. This is another factor which promotes the “dragon cannibalism” theory, as the ability to digest protective magic is necessary to get through the dense magical field overlaying the weaker dragon’s scales.

After stewing in the second stomach for around a day, anything that’s still solid gets passed into the third stomach - anything fully melted down into liquid passes into the intestines without staying in the third stomach for long at all. This final chamber is smaller, around equal to the size of the first stomach, and it has much more aggressive muscles, and is absolutely full with a somewhat weak acid with low viscosity. It even features the single most durable structure in the entire dragon, a set of near-indestructible plates, each the size of an average man’s torso, which grind the stomach’s contents away.The dragon’s body has given up on trying to dissolve whatever remains, and this stomach tries to stir, crush, and break it up to attempt to suspend it in the fluid to allow it to be carried through the intestines without needing too much effort. Scales and dragonbone are ground into powder over the course of mere hours. The only thing that doesn’t get ground to powder or made loose and smooth enough to flow with the liquid into the intestines is the grind-plates of other dragons, which pass whole and undamaged through the entire digestive tract and can even be found in the dragon’s excrement. These are what are known as dragon coins - dragons themselves don’t like them, since they’re not shiny or metallic, so there’s all sorts of rumors about them being a protective charm.

Now that whatever poor thing that’s been eaten has been quite thoroughly liquified, it’s time for the dragon’s intestines. These are actually pretty normal, all things considered: microbes and gut bacteria aid in the absorption and intake of nutrients from the dissolved food, just as in any other intestine. However, there are still a few notable details about them worth pointing out. The walls of a dragon’s small intestine can absorb magical energy from their food, allowing the dragon to not only pierce shields and protective spells, but actively add them to its own body and reinforce itself. Also, dissolved metals and crushed up stones are partially absorbed - the dragon needs far fewer of them than meat and plant matter, but it can still benefit from eating solid rock. Once the vast majority of what the dragon’s body needs has been removed, the remnants are pushed into the large intestine, the portion of the digestive tract where food spends the absolute longest.

In the large intestine, almost all the moisture in the food is pulled away, used to fuel the dragon’s body. The dried waste matter is kept hot, allowing a final set of enzymes and microbes to comb through every last portion of it for any last scraps of resources or magic. Muscles slowly squeeze the waste along, allowing it to slowly transition from a liquid slurry to a dense solid over the course of three or more days. Near the end of the passage, the muscles tend to squeeze harder, compacting it and pressing it into a much more tightly-packed material. Then, the waste arrives at the rectum, the final stage of the journey of what had once been food through the aggressive body of a dragon. A dragon will typically allow a lot of waste to accumulate before releasing it, preferring to spend their time hunting, sleeping, chasing other dragons for love or violence, and tending to their hoard. The average mass that they’ll release at once is about half a ton, or the weight of a standard cow. This doesn’t correspond to the amount they ate - almost 80% of what they ate now sits on their body as fat, muscle, and scales.

When a dragon defecates, it will find a location somewhat close to its lair, tear a hole into the ground with its claws, and release. Dragon dung is usually grey in appearance, caused by the stones that they instinctively eat and grind up in their third stomach whenever they feel full. Because of the closeness to their lair, nobody has observed a dragon in the act of releasing its bowels - or at least, nobody has done so without experiencing it first-hand several days later after an extended stay within the dragon’s belly.

And so that ends our lecture on the internals of a dragon. If you’re ever in a situation where this information is relevant to you, you’re pretty much doomed, but at least you’ll be doomed in a well-informed way. Next week, prepare for a lecture on dragon scales and hide, and what physical structures and magical effects combine to make them so unreasonably durable.

[vorefessions]

No more discvorse. Simply eat it all.

🐌

Would agree with you anon, but I looked to see what spurred this ask and I don't think you should be putting that in your mouth x_x

[bigwoofmom]

1. Space

Deep in northern Minnesota where the border of North America and Canada met a bright light would sudden envelop one of it's many forests and shimmer off the frost that was already beginning to form this mid autumn as a small orbicular spacecraft that was on a collision to Earth began to slow it's descent before coming to a halt just before touching the surface, extending out a trio of small legs extended out from it's underside before it fully touched down.

After a mechanical whir and a click a circular swirling panel appeared on the ship before unfurling open to reveal a humanoid shape. They almost looked human in appearance it wasn't until that as she floated down from the near blinding light from inside their ship that one would be able to see her dark grey skin and eyes as black as pitch, one of which was hidden behind her long silver hair side-swept to one side of her head.

The alien took one breath and smiled as she breathed out a plume of visible air and felt the pleasing chill of this new planet's temperature on the parts of her body where her protective silver bodysuit didn't touch. She was glad she left the helmet on her ship and didn't land in a populated area that would necessitate retrieving it to show this planet's current occupants the full glory of their new masters.

"Glorious command, this is Scout 0801 Myani Brot'don, I've found it, our new home." Myani breathed out relieved that her people's troubles would soon be over. A small part of her was sad that to survive her people would have to dominate or exterminate this planet's native species. Perhaps she could save a few of them as pets for herself. "Their technology is leagues below our own, with the proper plan it would take nothing more than a small strike force to topple these savages' government-"

Myani's voice was suddenly cut off as she felt a heavy, clawed hand suddenly plop on her shoulder with an audible thump. Coaxing her into jerking her head around to see the fanged filled smile of a wolfess.

"No please go on~ I'd love to make my meal into a buffet." Lucille said before waiting for the offworlder to reply to her goading only to be met with shocked silence. "Hm, I tried~"

She simply shrugged and reached a hand between Myani's legs and with a hand on her shoulder and one on her groin she hefted the alien up off her feet and into the air and shoved her headfirst towards her open maw, jamming her hip deep past her lips and teeth. The scout barely had a moment to kick or gasp as the weighty wolf tossed her head back and gulped deeply, sending Myani down her gullet within moments, forcing the grey skinned alien to curl up within her oppressive gut.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU ACCURSED BEAST!" Myani screamed through the thick walls of flab as she jabbed away at it with her fist and earning herself a belch that rumbled her prison and shook her to the core as the feeling of lightheadedness began to bloom at the sides of her skull. Despite that she could hear her captor lumber about and then the familiar whir of her ship. "AND DON'T TOUCH MY SHIP!"

Myani's demands fell on deaf ears as Lucille was already poking her muzzle around the surprisingly spacious interior of the spacecraft, it reminded her of an old show she was enamored with when she was younger. Seeing the large chair in front of a console and screen she could only assume it was the pilot's seat. With a fittingly wolfish grin Lucille turned, raised her rump in a showy, exaggerated fashion, and plopped her heavy ass down onto the seat causing the metal to creak under her weight and knocking the metallic helmet that was placed on the seat's armrest onto the ground as she wiggled her rump against the cushion to get comfy. "It's a shame you couldn't call out to your friends hun, I would have loved to partake more of your kind's unique flavor~"

Lucille chuckled softly feeling her meal redouble her efforts in fighting for freedom and licked her chops as she shut her eyes, allowing sleep to take her for a bit while her stomach began to bubble noisily around Myani as the would be invader was slowly steeped in an acidic deluge and the rolling pressure of Lucille's stomach.

Hours later when the light of morning dawn began to pour into the ship and glaze over Lucille's closed lids she found herself blinking awake with a startled half-snore before yawning and licking her chops as she scratched at her exposed gut, now smaller than it was the night before after thoroughly pulverizing and melting the offworlder into mush and judging by the bloating she was feeling in her lower gut she could tell she was sufficiently pumped through her intestines. With a firm smack on her belly she struck loose a pocket of gas lodged deep within her core.

"HHhhHooOOOUURRRRrrpPp~!"

As she belted out a mighty belch she felt a scrap of cloth push it's way up her throat and hit the console before her with a wet slap. With a soft amused chuckle as she figured out what she just burped up she reached out and picked up the lacy garment before spreading the dainty pair of green and gold panties out with her index fingers.

"Sci-fi in the front and fantasy in the back I see~" Lucille said with another soft chuckle before depositing the panties into her purse and taking a moment to bend over and snatch up the helmet as well that's when the pressure in her gut made itself known with a small toot. "Huh~ I guess your endurance was leagues below our own~"

With a soft huff she unzipped her jeans and hooked her thumbs into her waistband before pulling it and her underwear down to her thighs, just enough to free her massive asscheeks before letting out a deep sigh as she relaxed her guts and unleashed the proverbial floodgates.

"PpffffRRRrrt~!"

Pushing out a fetid plume of humid gut gas that filled the futuristic ship with a visible green fog before unloading an avalanche of assmud onto the captain's seat, covering it with filth within moments that was flecked with chips of bone and scraps of the alien's bodysuit. With another grunt she squeezed out the alien's skull out of her sphincter and let it plop on top of the pile of muck before giving another sigh.

After wiping herself off and collecting her trophies and left the ship while carrying the helmet under her arm just as the ship began to give off some loud warning alarms. Just as she got about three yards away the ship retracted it's legs before shooting back up into the sky causing Lucille to look up and purse her lips.

"...I wonder if they'll be upset with what happened to their friend..."

[unicornwitch-uwu]

Haven't said this on tumblr yet but I'm big into vore especially when it's extra mean and there's disposal and stuff so if you ever wanna turn me into farts or whatevs hit me up

[voretwink]

(got some requests to do disposal and i’ve had this on tap for a while. as a frat boy myself who goes to a big SEC school, i rlly love frat guys in vore, so this one was a fun story to write. it’s a little longer and features some quite graphic digestion and disposal, so don’t say i didn’t warn you… although if you’ve read this far you’re probably into that stuff… you dirty perv😏😏 i got a little creative with the disposal/anal vore so, as always, i hope yall do enjoy! also let me know if yall would want to read a story involving high school baseball players and lots of cruel digestion😈)

Holden sat on the ledge of the pool, glancing over at the rest of the party. Kappa’s always knew how to do it best, he thought as he felt something rearrange deep within his guts. That twink from this morning was nothing but mush snaking through his bowels, and boy was he a fighter. He was still giving the 19 year old wild indigestion. Holden felt a breathy toot slide between his wet cheeks before taking a deep huff, the smell of digesting meat always got him off, and his stiffening semi was a testament to that. His girthy pipe of smooth, pink flesh bounced in his wet swim trunks, the head imprinted against the American flag print. “Fuck bruh, now I gotta take care of this,” he muttered as he rubbed his hands over his potbelly, sliding over the slippery pudge and all the way down to his dick, palming at his growing member. There was sudden movement in the boy’s peripheral vision—some twink dipping his feet in the pool, toting a Michelob Ultra as he aimlessly scrolled on his phone, all alone…

Holden pounced at the opportunity and wobbled over to the twink, his ass, belly, and bulge bouncing with every massive step. The hulking boy approached the obvious freshman, and in less than 5 minutes Holden was skullfucking the twink behind the pool house, a new record. The boy gagged and choked on gat white cock, the blush pink tip shoved down his esophagus as his veiny shaft throbbed with desire, massaged and stroked by the boy’s near constant gags. His face was painted with drool, snot, and various other bodily fluids as Holden released his grip on the boy’s fluffy brown hair. The freshman fell back and gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as ribbons of drool dripping from Holden’s sizable dick, raining down onto the grass below as the bulking jock huffed and puffed. “Fuck I love that mouth baby,” he breathlessly moaned as he knelt down and delicately caressed the boy’s slobbery face, his palm lovingly resting on his jaw as he peered into the boy’s watery eyes.

The frat guy bent down and kissed the boy, running his massive hands through the back of his curly locks. The small twink took this as a sign, rubbing his hands up and down Holden’s bloated form as he felt the frat boy’s slobbery tongue explore his mouth, sucking on his tongue and biting his bottom lip as the two passionately made out in a breathless haze.

And then, it was like a flip had switched. The predatory college student spontaneously turned from soft and sweet back to his cruel and dominating nature, roughly shoving the smaller boy down onto the dewey grass. He knelt down, straddling the boy’s chest, crushing him with his size before bending over to meet his victim’s face. Their eyes aligned as Holden gently pressed his forehead against the shamefully aroused twink. A wet grumble erupted from deep within Holden’s pudgy potgut.

“The last twink I did this too wants to say hi…”

His voice was soft yet gruff before his lips snapped at the freshman’s. His tongue explored the freshman’s mouth once more as the gurgling erupted, this time even louder. A repulsive gust of stale air rushed up Holden’s throat and into the boy’s mouth, causing the twink’s cheeks to puff as sour air rushed into his mouth and down his throat. It tasted of charred meat, stank breath, and an almost sour sort of musky— something truly disgusting. The freshman turned his head to gag and cough as saliva from the belch continued to pelt him.

Holden took this as a sign and lifted himself off the boy, squatting over him as he turned himself around so his ass faced the boy’s… how do I put it… face. The boy yelped a meek“No!” before Holden pulled down his American Eagle Swim Trunks, slowly revealing two massive white globes that were perfectly dusted with curly brown hairs—sculpted from years of Lacrosse and squat racks.

In a swift motion, he plopped his ass down, muffling the boy’s pleading with his musky fat ass. The boy’s face was smothered between those monstrous cheeks, his sense of smell overwhelmed with an oniony musk that was only achievable through days of hitting the gym and not showering, with a hint of sweat and chlorine, of course. His hairy asshole tickled the boy’s face as all 250 lbs of the frat boy (and the 25lbs or so that was left of breakfast) bore down on the young boy.

“Fucking eat my ass lil’ bitch,”

The frat boy sneered as the boy beneath him desperately squirmed for air, arms flailing and legs convulsing from the rush of pure musk and lack of breathable air.

Holden began to grind his asshole against the freshman’s face, doing anything to stimulate himself and the boy currently being assaulted by his salty musk. In doing so, the frat boy inadvertently shoved the boy’s nose up his ass, giving him a taste of unadulterated man musk and shit, courtesy of Holden’s proclivity to not wipe.

“Damn,” Holden gasped as he felt himself grow even harder, the muffled vibrations of the boy’s screams sending shocks up his spine as the muscles in his legs began to tremble. He pressed down even harder and with a couple wet squelches, the boy’s entire face was shoved in Holden’s rectum. His screams suddenly felt even better as the frat boy discovered a novel way of ingestion.

Soon, Holden was laying in the grass stroking his dick as the unnamed boy’s squirms pushed against his prostate, his feet finally sliding into his hole with a squelch and a little fart. “Holy shitt-” the boy deeply groaned as he came all over his lumpy, bulging gut. The orgasm lasted minutes as Holden firmly rubbed his gut with his free hand, feeling the giant bulge of an entire human encased within his lower gut, with a couple hard objects indented through the pudge. “Fuck, I’ve never melted two twinks at once,” Holden said with blissful satisfaction as his gut began to loudly gurgle at the currently living twink, his other meal being much further along in the digestive process.

Within his bowels was an inhuman hellscape, the twink lodged inside feebly writhed and screamed as he was slowly slid through a dark, constricted tube. The slippery walls of the tube kneaded and compressed him as he inched up what seemed like miles and miles of Holden’s hot and wretched intestines. He could feel Holden’s big hands rubbing and pressing down on him, and there were also disgusting blasts of air that would rush by him, resulting in squealing farts that were deafening from within the frat boy’s digestive system. The freshman could only sob as he was pushed into even tighter tubes, his body contorting in ways that shouldn’t have been humanly possible. His smooth skin was being sprayed with a goopy substance that made him tingle and itch, and soon enough he would meet his other twink friend that was along for the ride….

A rancid chunky paste of sorts began to coat the boy’s hair and face, slowly subsuming him as Holden’s breakfast and dinner collided. The boy thrashed and cried out as he was basted in a slurry of mysterious paste and digestive enzymes, and the boy soon found himself being scraped and cut against jagged little pellets and needles. The bones of the half-digested twink dug into the still somewhat-living one. As the two fought for space within Holden’s small intestine, the space and air began to grow thinner by the second. With a final, worthless cry, the unnamed freshman was snuffed out, suffocated by the half digested soup of meat and bone that was Holden’s prior meal.

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In the morning Holden awoke outside the frat pool house with a massive headache, a clear sign of the debauchery of the night prior. His swim trunks were lain in the grass beside him, and his gut was still incredibly bulging and loudly gurgling. There was a noticeable discomfort in his bowels , and this turned into an undeniable pressure as his meals begged for release.

Holden squatted over a patch of grass as his hairy white globes sputtered with fetid gas, his deadly guts burbling as they quickly got a move on. He saw the abnormally lumpy bulge in his lower bowels shift and convulse as a snaking log soon crackled out of his hairy hole. Peppered with bone and curly blonde hairs, a dozen or so steaming logs of the same magnitude were pushed from his gaping pink pucker.

His massive dick twitched as he felt something large begin to push against his prostate. His hole stretching as a handful of coarse, matted brown hair brushed his prostate. Soon the entire head of last night’s twink was birthed back out into the world, his hair caked with shit and anal slime as his body cascaded out of Holden’s hole. After his shoulders were (painfully) excreted, the entire body slid out of Holden like a creampie after a night at the bathhouse. His corpse landing in the grass beside the large pile of shit and indigested material. “No fucking way,” Holden exclaimed as he quickly turned around to see it for his own eyes.

The boy was tightly curled into a ball, his skin a pale blue and covered with a greenish-brown marinade of shit and gastric juice. There was some reddening and cuts from the splintered bone that ran the length of his body, but he was mostly unscathed—just pale and pruned from being dead and doused in intestinal juice. The most erotic part of it though was his cute little face, frozen in a eerie cry as he was cruelly snuffed from the world by some drunk and horny frat boy.

“Hot damn,” was the only thing Holden could mutter, mindlessly dribbling precum from his growing BWC. “Guess I should just hose him down and go for round 2,” he chuckled to himself as he lightly tugged at his throbbing erection, looking around for the nearest hose and Busch Lite.

[civilotterneer]

with the bombshell of a surprise the mpreg Civ art was, it's made me wonder about the sort of boundaries of what you're okay with when it comes to you and your characters. for Livic I can imagine what is allowed is alot more "forgiving" than say you or even Lye.

bc to be frank, you don't seem like the kind of person to enjoy vore art of their fursona.

I don't know if you ever mentioned it in a previous post (also tumblr's search feature can be pretty icky yuck)but the newly made Civ fanart popped that question into my head.

Drawing Civil Otterneer-verse Characters Rules and Boundaries

I'm glad you brought it up, anon! Setting some boundaries is a good thing to have, and I'll be linking this post to my new Pinned Intro Soon so it can be found in the future.

I'm perfectly okay with anyone drawing any of my characters. Civ, Livic, Lye, etc, any of them are free game to your disposal! The fact that you choose to draw my characters is already a big deal to me!

TL,DR: Avoid hard kinks for Civ (remember that Civ IS me IRL), avoid sexual subjects AT ALL for Lye, do whatever you want to Livic or other characters, and if in doubt: feel free to reach out and ask for permission!

However, as a relatively vanilla furry, there are a few things I'm not as comfortable with. This is mostly character specific as some are different than others, and it's mostly a protection around two of them:

Civ and Lye

They are my closest babies, and thus I'm gonna be a bit more stringent around them.

For Civ, remember that Civ is a representation of IRL me, in almost every way. Drawing Civ is like drawing me. Some more out-there kinks are a bit unpleasant for me, so vore, inflation, BDSM, latex gear, etc. I'm very basic, like REALLY basic, pH 12 basic, so that kind of stuff is uncomfortable for me to be drawn in. I won't like auto block you unless its an issue, but know I may not be as appreciative.

This extends to violence and other stuff as well, I wanna be a cute otter online, not be involved in that kind of stuff. Stuff like events in Echo, including horror and close calls is actually okay though, but don't draw him with his guts spilling out please.

However, soft sexual stuff is fine, and I'm actually a huge fan of implied or environmentally-censored nudity. Speedos are my thing, and relatively kink-free gay sex is free game. A warning would be appreciated but isn't required.

Anything non-sexual or non-violent is absolutely open, no warning required at all. Draw it all ya want!

Lye is a very special cat. Do not draw sexual art of her at all! She is a very unsexualized individual, being very asexual to the extent of detesting sex in general. Kinks are out due to this. The exemption is stuff like "step on me" kinda stuff. She would find it funny or detesting. Example: you draw an art of her stepping on someone. Said someone is horny about it, and she's more like "Oh of course you're getting off to this, you horny devil" while being exasperated.

Livic and Others

Now, with Livic, if you REALLY want to draw a kink or something real crazy that I would not like on Civ, Livic is your guy. He basically exists to be the target of these kinds of things, and he's a guy who'd probably be into a lot of the 'more-interesting' things. This isn't a mandate to draw him that way, I personally will only ever make relatively vanilla art of him, but if you really wanna draw the otter being in a real-fucked situation, he's your guy. He's free real estate.

Doesn't mean I'll be a super big fan of it, I'm still a vanilla person, but at least then I won't feel weird about it. It also means I probably won't role-play interact with it as much.

For other characters, I put them in the same bucket as Livic, in that I don't really mind. They just don't have big "DO THINGS TO THIS MAN" signs around them.

In Conclusion

I'm super supportive of yall whenever you feel like drawing my guys! And when in doubt, just ask me to make sure! Otherwise, have fun art-ing!

[lesbianoms]

Hhhh I’m in such a gross vorny mood rn… I wanna be treated rougher and meaner than usual, like meat… any pred girls have any raunchy vore fantasies* about me they’d like to share? 🥴

*No gore or disposal talk pls