#vore nsft

[murder-meat]

Midnight Snack

CW: NSFW, size difference, willing vore, implied digestion and reformation, anthro prey, monster/robot pred

"You're woken up late at night by your partner, who wants to spend some time with you. Eventually, you get hungry."

...

“Am? Are you awake?”

You are now, at least. A bit groggy, you rouse from slumber and stretch your stiff limbs - four of them, feline in nature, but only partially organic. Your long, black tail sweeps across the rug and curls around the anthro sparklewolf on the floor next to you. Already purring at her presence, you pull her closer with an enormous paw and give her forehead a few affectionate licks, causing the fluffy, multicolored fur there to stick up at awkward angles. She feigns disgust, giving your foreleg a playful shove that doesn't budge it by an inch.

“No,” you reply pleasantly, and Floof sticks her tongue out at you before pressing on.

“Anyway, um, can I sleep here with you tonight? I can't really get comfy in bed, and I thought it'd be nice to spend some time together,” she explains. Your answer is almost immediate, and probably would have been if you weren't so drowsy.

“Of course.”

You pull her in closer, and her tail begins to wag as she snuggles up to your chest. She's much, much smaller than your enormous quadruped body, even though most average folks would consider her to be quite tall. Her six-foot-eight stature hardly would have reached your sternum if both of you were standing: You’re the size of a fire engine - and likely just as heavy as one. This never stopped Floof from treating you like an oversized and spoiled house cat, though, which wasn't really inaccurate. She presses her muzzle into your dark mane and enthusiastically rubs against your neck, where your throat vibrates with the intensity of your purrs. You bend to give her another swipe with your tongue, and the sweet scents of sugar and coconut cream wafts from her pristine, mostly-white fur up to your nose. Your nostrils flare as you breathe in deeply, smelling her, tasting her, and the two of you stiffen as your twin pair of stomachs rumble within you loudly enough for both you and Floof to hear. She buries her face into your oil-slick-black coat, but the increased speed of her wagging tells you that she was thinking the same thing as you. You glance down at her through your fringe and see that she’s twirling a tuft of your hair between her paw-beans shyly.

“You… sound hungry,” she remarks, her voice uncharacteristically soft. You nod in agreement, feeling the familiar post-nap peckishness you always felt as a hollow ache in your guts. “As usual.” Your paw cinches her tighter to your body, and you feel her squirming excitedly in your grasp. “When am I ever not hungry?” You flash her a grin that’s filled with gleaming metal teeth. As expected, she only wags faster at this, her curly tail going in circles behind her. She’s so easy to rile up every time, even though the two of you have done this dozens of times by now.

“Good point…”

You push your face against her middle and mouth teasingly at the pink tank top that barely fits over her bust, tugging on it gently with those gigantic, pointed teeth. Her breaths quicken immediately.

“You know,” you begin, crooning into her perked-up ears. She shivered with anticipation, knowing the two of you were too eager tonight to take this slow. “You could always help with that…”

As if on cue, your stomachs roar with hunger once more. Floof’s entire body wiggles with her wagging, now. Breathless, she nods and gives you a thumbs up. You chuckle fondly in response. It's undeniable how infectious her eagerness is - she practically radiates with enthusiasm at this point - and for a moment, you almost wish you could shine in the way that she did. She was the sun to your moon, a rainbow across a cloudy sky.

“I’d love to.”

Another expected response, but appreciated nonetheless. You take this as permission to press on, and it requires very little effort to slip her top off and then her pajama shorts. It certainly helps that she was practically ripping her clothes off in an attempt to speed things along. She’d never been very patient, and it was a virtue you intended to help teach her, but for now, you were happy to go along with it. This eventually leaves her in nothing more than her collar and some frilly underwear, her abundance of soft fluff covering her chest with natural modesty. You debate on asking her to take her remaining articles off as well, but ultimately decide that it doesn’t matter - this is your shared headspace, after all, and the only real things here were you and her. That, and part of you secretly loves to belch up her collar after all is said and done. Maybe it isn’t that much of a secret, but you know Floof wouldn’t mind. You take another few seconds to admire her, drinking in her supple, generous curves and fairly muscular build. She's a bit chubby as well, and her tummy just barely spills over the waistband of her briefs.

“Excellent,” you purr. Your rough, glossy tongue darts out from between your lips and licks her again, and her taste is irresistibly sweet and refreshing. “Do you have a preference on going down head or feet-first?”

She's staring at your mouth while she responds.

“Um… head-first sounds nice today.”

That works for you just fine. Your jaws slowly part, revealing the slick, midnight-dark interior of your maw. Your tongue writhes, shimmering with saliva, and your breath is humid and hot against her. She reaches up and places her fore-paw against your tongue. You lap and suck on it, tugging gently as you try to pull her inside. She giggles in response.

“So eager,” she teased.

“I can't help it. I'm starving, and you're delicious.”

She places her other hand into your mouth, and you close your lips around her wrists. She hasn't stopped wagging, and likely wouldn't for a while. She pushes against your mouth, trying to force her way in, and you smirk around her limbs.

“Now who's eager?” you ask her. She flushes a rosy pink and averts her gaze, though it's still obvious how desperate for you she is. You nibble on her wrists teasingly, applying the perfect amount of pressure to elicit an adorable little squeal from her. Your belly rumbles impatiently, but you try to ignore it for now, your eyes fixed on your partner and prey before you.

“Be honest,” you insist. “Tell me how much you want this.”

You can practically hear her heart racing. After a moment, she eventually swallows and nods.

“Am,” she breathes, her tone almost pleading. “I… I want you to eat me. I want in.”

You wanted that too, of course. Your entire body ached for her presence inside of it. Your first stomach growls invitingly, and she redoubles her efforts and squeezes her muzzle past your lips. You open your jaws just enough for her head and neck to enter, but hold them in place, taunting her as she attempts to clear her broad shoulders. You shiver at the sensation, appreciating just how badly she wants inside of you, your teeth combing through her fur with her motions. Her little frustrated huffs are kind of cute.

Finally, you grow too hungry to continue your little game. With an abrupt motion, you open wide and engulf her up to her waist. Floof tumbles onto your tongue, the sudden lack of resistance throwing her off-balance. You gnaw on her pudgy tummy with a practiced gentleness, and she squeaks ticklishly each time your polished incisors graze her sensitive skin. With little effort, you scoop her up into your maw, balancing her on your tongue as you lift your head into the air, and she instinctively goes limp in your grasp - she knows how much easier she is to swallow when she stays still. Slowly, you tip your head back, and she begins to slide towards your throat. You pause, listening for any final objections, and when you hear none, you gulp her down.

Immediately, Floof begins to slip down the slick tube of your throat, and though you can tell she's trying very hard not to, she can't help but squirm. You raise your paw to your long neck and swallow again, forcing the wiggling bulge in your esophagus to descend towards your first stomach. You trace her shape all the way down to your collarbone, where she finally disappears into you, though you feel her wide hips momentarily wedge themselves in your esophageal sphincter. Maybe she's been gaining faster than you originally thought. Your tail twitches with amusement at this, and for a few seconds, you savor the sensation of your darling prey trying to squeeze into your guts as if it was all that matters to her.

Another loud, thick gulp finally does the trick. Groaning with satisfaction, you can feel her weight sink into your gut, feel her paws pushing experimentally on the wrinkled, muscular walls. She finally allows herself to really move again, and begins to rub herself against every inch of your stomach that she could reach. You flop over onto your side, and she slides around with an audible squelching before righting herself.

“Ahh… Wonderful,” you say, mostly to yourself. Your paw caresses your swollen belly, now full of excitable sparklewolfgirl. She really is quite filling for an after-nap snack, though you could always go for more food. The sound of your purring is almost louder than the workings of your stomach as you make yourself comfortable, and Floof soon follows suit. There truly was no better feeling in the world than having a beloved preything settling in your stomach, stretching out your insides, and clearly you weren't the only one enjoying this, either. You could even feel her tail still spinning like a propeller. The hunger you'd felt earlier had melted away, and now the pleasure of the experience dominates your senses, nearly drowning you in it. She wasn't just prey - she was your prey.

“Doing alright in there?” You ask, and Floof responds by practically doing somersaults in your belly.

“Yes. Very.” Her voice is adorably muffled. “Thank you for this.”

“Of course. You know I can't say no to you.”

“Or to anyone,” she ribs you playfully, and your face grows warm with embarrassment. Trying to ignore it, you attempt to tease her back.

“You wanted this from the start, I assume? And the whole ‘can't sleep’ routine was just set dressing?”

“Yeah, maybe. What about it?”

“You could have just asked me to eat you, you know.”

“But where's the fun in that?”

You chuckle, still stroking and pawing your stomach.

“Fair point.”

As the excitement of the exchange fades, you're left feeling heavy and sleepy, and you stretch out on your rug and give a tremendous sigh of contentment. Floof seems to have laid down as well, curling up inside of you safe and sound - at least until she wriggled her way deeper into you. In that moment, you feel complete, whole. Still purring with each rise and fall of your chest, you hug her from the outside, your paws petting her through several thick layers of fur, skin, structure gel, and muscle.

“I love you,” you mumble, half-asleep. Drowsiness had settled over you like a warm, heavy blanket, and you were more than content to finish your nap with a full belly and the company of your companion. The last thing you remember before drifting off was Floof's soft-spoken reply:

“I love you too, Am.”

[urochs]

tried something different

[cyphyra]

hi hot take but i think ace people should be allowed to produce and consume fetish content without being questioned like "i thought you were ace????"

like yes, i am viscerally repulsed by the thought of penetrative sex irl, that much is true. i also happen to enjoy the impossible-in-real-life fictional situations of being stuffed full of slime, or eggs, or both. plus a ton of other even wilder shit. these concepts are not mutually exclusive and it's really fucking annoying to be asked why im into fetish content if im ace after the 20th time

[hemipenal-system]

dragon whose stomach melts you down and reforms you into your ideal body

all you have to do is get through an hour of vaguely uncomfortable digestion and then you’ll be right as rain

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[murder-meat]

I like to exhaust my prey before eating them. I like to fuck them into submission, force them to spend all their energy struggling outside so that they're nice and quiet on the inside. Swallowing a prey who's still leaking cum, gasping for breath, twitching and moaning, feeling them weakly thrash in my maw before easily gulping them down. All they can do is whimper and squirm a bit as I do. Maybe they even have a solo round two while they digest. And I'm more than happy to go for a round two of my own when they reform.

[kitsune-pop]

okay, but like you're working as a cashier at a grocery store. you're kinda dissociating to help the time pass and just blindly scanning items. a specific "bonk" noise comes from your terminal. you look and see that you've been purchased. you glance at your hands; yep, that's the Cashier Prey Card you just scanned. you sigh, at least you don't need to finish your shift. looking up you see a cute girl digging through her purse for her card, so at least you're going into someone worth it. you help finish bagging her groceries as your manager comes around with the collar and leash to give to the customer, who distractedly puts it around your neck and starts walking out to her car. you trot along behind her, even help her put her groceries up. she's surprisingly nice, all things considered. too bad you're just dinner to her

[ltsmoving]

well, they got no skin. they're like.. permanently an internal shot drawing .. silly guy :)

[hemipenal-system]

aww, what’s the matter? why are you crying?

you’re scared? what of, morsel?

me? why are you scared of me? you asked me to hold you in my mouth until we got somewhere warmer, and my mouth is plenty warm…

don’t worry about me, morsel… i’m your friend, i would never eat you… at least not permanently.

hey, hey, no, don’t worry! i said i wouldn't hurt you and i meant it!

come out? i'm sorry, morsel, i can't let you out yet! it's so cold out here you'd practically freeze to death if i let you out! besides, all that saliva you're soaked with now... it'd just make you colder. i think it's best if i just hold on to you for now.

besides, i think you're enjoying this more than you want to admit to me.

oh, come on. you think i can't feel how you squirm when i curl my tongue along your back? how you grab onto my teeth desperately when i curl it over you and scrape the rough side against your bare legs?

you know, my tongue was designed with a purpose. every part of a creature as beautiful as me is. those hard keratin spikes you enjoy so much? they’re meant to grind against bigger creatures than you, shearing flesh from bone and slathering what’s left in enzyme-loaded saliva that begins to melt you down to bone shadows even before you’re swallowed…

oh, no, not for you. you’re very small, small enough i could swallow you whole. you’d like it more that way, wouldn’t you? alive and conscious for the whole thing?

yes, morsel, i know why you were so eager to climb into my mouth- and i know it’s not fear of heights like you claimed. we may be a mile above the ground with only my wings and internal fire to sustain us, but my blood runs through me everywhere and my claws would have been more than warm enough to keep you safe from the biting cold at this altitude.

don’t worry, this is what you’re supposed to want. you’re from a prey species. sure, we have peace treaties now and you have enough weapons to fend us off now, but for millennia that’s how it went! you ran, you got pinned down, you struggled, and then we tore you limb from limb, reveling in the blood and adrenaline of a meal well hunted…

you don’t have to be embarrassed, morsel! you’re allowed to want me to devour you! i know you find me attractive – in the same way a mouse finds a cat attractive, of course. you’ve always had an affinity for dragons. i’ve seen how you look at the other riders who’re more… open about what they do with their mounts. you can tell me those things, you know.

i told you, i’m not going to let you out! it’s not safe for you at this height or temperature!

yes, obviously i've thought about doing this to you. never seriously, but... enough. humans make wonderful prey... your gentle struggling because you're intelligent enough to trust us and know we won't really hurt you even if we draw a bit of blood... it's very different than tearing the horns off a deer and swallowing it whole, you know.

i've eaten your kind before, you know. i wasn't always so... docile. your nomad convoys made such wonderful buffets: chicken, beef, pork, human – and you always had such wonderful fruits and spices in those little covered wagons of yours! i enjoyed cracking them open like nuts, devouring everything inside.

no, you're not nutritious at all. your meat is really stringy. the terrified shaking and pleading is tantalizing, though...

what do you mean, "what are you doing?" all this talk about food is making me hungry. i'm just savoring your taste is all. you're like one of those hard candies you humans buy from the market to suck on, except warm and salty and savory and-

i could swallow you. it'd be so easy.

no, no, not digest you. stop writhing like that – or continue if you want. it feels nice. i'd just swallow you and hold you in my first stomach for a while. think of it as a warm, damp, dark hug from me. no pain, no flesh itching and melting off, just a gentle squeeze.

hold still, morsel. i need to reposition you a bit is all. that's right, legs like that, arms go that way - yes, exactly! now don't move.

yes, i know it's a bit tight. my prey is a bit more chewed, usually. stop complaining about it or i'll pull you back up and bite you into small pieces so you'll fit better. is that what you want?

there. is that comfortable? i can adjust a bit if you want. hey, no, stop squirming. you're not going to die. that is not stomach acid. if you don't stop panicking i'm going to have to squeeze to hold you still.

i told you. i'm very much stronger than you. stop trying to push out. you're going to sit in there whether you like it or not, morsel.

stop calling you that? why should i? you're literally in my stomach. are you not food, at least for the moment?

don't even tempt me. i am hungry.

just go to sleep or something. we're going to be in the air for a while. if you stop wiggling around in there i'll let you out when i land. i know how soothing it is to be in there. i was a hatchling once too, you know.

i can literally feel you relaxing as my crop massages you. you're yawning. don't even lie to me.

good night, morsel...

[bat-belliez]

cruel preds whose smug laughter is suddenly broken by a huge burp 😵‍💫

[lesbianoms]

I just want to be an older woman's toy.

I honestly don't care if she eats me or fucks me or ties me up or all three and more tbh <3 I just want some gorgeous 30-40 yr old femme to lock us in a room with only me, her, and a big bed. She can do whatever the fuck she wants to me and I just have to sit there and take it, looking pretty for her, feeling her warm body against mine as she violates me and makes me feel so, so good. However this night ends, it's up to her.

I just want her to be so filthy with me 💞

[slugtastical]

i genuinely dont think theres anything more erotic than the thought of being inside one of these. just the warmth and claustrophobic nature of being inside of a giant, room-sized computer.. crawling in through one of her panels and feeling all of her wires and servos against you

[waxingwinchester]

giant!sam wichester who’s already unusually tall for his species, but he’s the personification of big and scary-looking on the outside and secretly just nervous and nice. and tiny!reader who’s one of the smaller ones of their species, making the divide between them even bigger

[kitsune-pop]

something about a beautiful, refined older woman. a gorgeous dress, manicured nails, not a hair out of place. immaculate makeup that emphasizes her mature beauty rather than hiding it. her painted lips parting in a ghastly belch that sends spittle flying. a huge, gurgly and cramping upset stomach that she has to rub through her dress, loud glorps and gurks echoing from within. the poor woman looks pale from the bellyache you've given her. but the new help needs to be reminded that they are expendable, and you were the unfortunate maid to be made an example of

[ltsmoving]

hm, a new beast with which to play with in my sick games. their name is lynch (they/them) and they're a cheesy s.lasher/c.reepypasta-type character who stalks and hunts people as a virus in video games. and when they catch the player, the person behind the screen mysteriously goes missing,,, ooohhh!!!

(more info and images below the cut :D)

their slasher name is "the executioner" (like .exe, executable :3) and they change forms depending on the game they're stalking their prey in. when the player notices lynch, they start to hunt the player, and if they catch them their game is irreparably corrupted and the gamers are never seen again....spoogy...

their design usually resembles that of a glitched/corrupted model, missing their skin, though usually just cloaked in shadow like a lighting glitch. if they're eating prey, it'll look like the prey is floating, since their skin isn't visible, but they are inside their body, so follow the form of their digestive system.

[hemipenal-system]

being a dragon is probably kind of annoying tbh. you try to raid a village and eat some people but when you pick them up in your mouth they moan and cum immediately. you're just trying to have a meal. unbelievable.