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[tefifonconnoisseur]

It’s been a while; if you’re interesting in my writing and missed this, here’s a reblog for you, featuring some tags I missed

Sebastian Solace Vore - Fish Stomachs and Laser Pointers

It’s been about 2 months since I’ve been able to post a story, hopefully the rust isn’t too awful. Yes, it’s the Sebastian from Roblox’s Pressure. It was a Wattpad request from QuestionableFurry, and it seemed like fun, so I went ahead with the request). Please enjoy! Or, you know, scroll on past if you’re one of the people mentioned in my pinned post (basically NSFW DNI)

Be warned, vore is below the cut.

(I’m not exactly the biggest expert on Pressure, so please forgive me for inaccuracies to character or lore)

Perhaps prison would’ve been better than the bottom of the ocean.

Although it seems strange to us who understand the concept of dramatic irony, a hopeful Y/N sees this little expedition as a way out of a life-ruining prison sentence, and such an opportunity can’t go to waste. Besides, how hard can it be? Find this crystal left behind in this semi-functional abandoned facility and grab some documents along the way. Can’t be difficult, right?

Well, a guiding voice appears from… somewhere, giving them instructions. A voice dissimilar to the automated one that told them what they were here for. More worker bee than script-bound management. This guy seems more trustworthy but also held back by a chain, as they try to skirt over accidental details they leaked of just how much of a mistake they’ve made not just doing the time. They seem pleasant enough.

With keycard in hand, Y/N swipes the reader and enters the first room. Less room, more glorified hallway, but it’s rife with files to grab. Lockers adorn the sides of certain rooms, fancy sci-fi doors intertwine rooms. Another room requires another keycard, one that illudes Y/N. Every locker was tossed, the drawers flung open, and counters ransacked. Of course, the card was right on the floor, and a misstep proved it. They traversed another room, and another, and another. It’s really quite a drag. It takes 9 rooms for even the lights to flicker. Y/N appreciates SOME difference in this place, but not quite the strange noise from far behind. As it seems to grow, a survival instinct emerges for the first time in their mind, one that screams to get in a locker post haste. Almost the second they make it inside, they see a GIANT ANGLERFISH rush them by and disappear from thin air the second that Y/N steps out, heart beating like an 808.

Terrifying. Simply and utterly terrifying, but it’s okay because they’re not dead yet. Who knows what else could be here? So on they go, their previous positivity stripped and painted over with the expected gloom and fear. Oh dear. The next 30 doors go somewhat well, more drawers searched, more monsters avoided by the skin of their teeth.

Y/N’s least favorite were the three “lookers”. The green one beckoned a look like a siren, then harmed their internal organs. Then the siblings, one that couldn’t be looked at and one that had to be. Thankfully, the tortured souls who hid behind fake doors just required listening out. Y/N learned this the hard way when one slashed their arm. If it weren’t for them; though, they he worst thing here would be the diving rooms. Y/N was provided with a diving tank. Certain rooms would be flooded due to the state of the building, which would require diving in dark places to find a way out. Due to their expendable nature, there was no guarantee the tanks were filled enough to allow them time to search.

During our little summarizing session of supreme timewasting, Y/N has made it to a makeshift shop. A bunch of crates, a table, and a computer all did the trick. And beside the crate were two piercing, glowing eyes. Eyes connected to a gray, angler fish head with fins and messy black locks. He was equipped with a jacket covering the torso of his giant eel-like body, and straps on the rest. This man, ladies and gentlemen, is Sebastian Solace.

Y/N hasn’t seen this individual before, as they don’t usually interact with things of this nature, but their voice… their voice was the one they had heard earlier, the one who had more honestly guided them here. Their most curious feature was their intelligence: they knew perhaps too much, far more than they were willing (or permitted) to share.

“Hello, hello! Come on in, I’m not gonna hurt ya!” He slithered out, revealing his truly large form (around nine feet tall, presumably) and greeted his new guest with enthusiasm and a genuine sense of glee. It occurred to Y/N that they were their first customer.

“Despite what you may have heard, seen, or been told, I am Sebastian. You were told to collect ‘loose assets’ around, documents, vials, whatever. However, if I can make it worth your while, I’m gonna ask you to cut a deal. You give me any research you may have on you, and…”

The rest of their spiel, they zoned out for. Their tail. Their tail. Well, the dark does certainly obscure, but gosh, this guy likes scavenging. Although seemingly, whatever they had was more important to him.

Here, Y/N takes a look at items for sale. Flashlights, batteries, laser things, the works. It’s what they’d expect to be available in an abandoned laboratory. But there was something else, something that would help our petty little friend cause mischief: a laser pointer. They were intended, obviously, to stun monsters and allow time to escape. However, a pair of eyes were in front of them, and our petty Y/N had an idea. Quickly and not carefully, their thumb depressed on the button on, the yells of Solace falling on unlistening ears. Thankfully for Sebastian, though, Y/N missed and hit a mirror. Unfortunately, that laser pointer was more than just a small novelty tool.

In a flash, Y/N lost sight of Sebastian, and being more honest, the room entirely. His surroundings were just gray, dark and more gray. A look up, though, revealed the laser pointer’s true intention. Indeed, Y/N was now looking up at a titanic room, with Sebastian Solace in view, barely able to be seen with a still head. Next to them? Shattering as the laser point practically disintegrated from the fall.

Oh shit

“Well, looks like someone broke the merchandise, you break it you ~ buy it~” Solace cooed.

With their files now on the ground, it became quite obvious that the price couldn’t be payed. I mean, stuff like this is prototypical. While Solace didn’t look angry, he looked almost . . . hungry. A man who was already taller than her and somewhat frightened her now towered over her and had complete control of them and their life. The situation was becoming more tense by the moment as Solace grabbed them by the back of their shirt, staring them in their eyes, their pupils shrunk and their skin two shades lighter than they were when they scampered in the room.

“I-i-i could always find more files and pay for it that way!”

Sebastian, though, seemed uninterested in their now measly possessions.

“Unfortunately, you’re not going to be able to grab files at this size, and I have the only device that can revert you. 0, I’m gonna make you a deal. I’m willing to forgive your debt and return you to regular size if…”

As if Y/N’s little deal with the organization wasn’t already guaranteed to be a regret, the smacking of Sebastian’s lips and their blue tongue slathering their lips sealed in the mood of the day in mental expoy resin.

“If you’re willing to occupy my stomach for a few hours until I can scrounge something permanent. Just so I can alleviate my appetite for a while.” He winked at them and seemingly decided that they couldn’t wait a moment longer.

Like it was rehearsed, he dropped his mask, his slimy maw popped open and revealed an abyss inside, their throat nearly obscured by shadow (though not enough to hide a faint uvula outline). Their oddly blue tongue expectedly awaited them below, divoting for them even, like a date pulling out a chair for their lover. The smell of rotten fish permeated through the stuffy air right into the nostrils of Y/N. Maybe some other smells, but none so pungent. Teeth sharp as knives and as beige as an old pillow glistened like jewelry decorated the space and created a tinge of suspense and edge (both literal and metaphorical). Teeth could easily tear them apart. This mouth wasn’t quite normal; it was ornate and beautiful, though slimy and filthy as you’d expect. This was, though, a sight that instantly created anxiety and panic.

Y/N, of course, panicked, slipping out of their grasp, but like shrimp, Sebastian caught them on their squishy tongue and clicked his teeth shut, enshrouding them in darkness. The fish smell singed the hairs protecting their nose, eyes, and every other sensory organ. They were in a tiny saliva puddle that seeped through their clothes. The cavern, though, was alive and moved, soaking the rest of them as if they’d fallen in the pool, shuffling them around the place carefully. Squelching noises occurred as they were pressed against the roof of his mouth, releasing some liquid from said clothing. They squirmed in a futile attempt to do something, anything, in an instinctual fury. But the control lied solely with Sebastian Solace, a creature with full intelligence and full control of this situation; Y/N deep down realized that there was one, single way to get out of this, one path to continue this journey. The path, however, wasn’t going to be terribly pleasant. They were at the cliff between the tongue and esophagus, between the world outside and the world within Sebastian, and it was about that time of the process. Yikes.

*GLK*

Within an instant, everything tumbled and turned, topsy turvey, and Y/N fell down Sebastian’s throat and made contact with the muscles below. Like a closed electrical circuit, their presence allowed the muscles to get to work, passing them off to the stomach via a tube that squeezed, attempting to compact them into a shape. Thankfully, it only had the power to do this to normal food, something Y/N was far from. A bassy heartbeat echoed their bones, vibrated their soul. Lungs seemed to also contribute, but not as much as some other scuba-sounding organ. Gills, perhaps? Some other fishy organ?

Anatomy be damned, it could be anything. Sebastian, clearly, wasn’t human. That could be discerned from the anglerfish lure, the whale-snake tail, their clammy gray skin and glowing eyes that made up his physique. However, from running the description in his head, he wasn’t sure what he could be. He seemed to be a hybrid, an amalgamation of several different creatures. Is that what they’re choosing to think about while they’re literally being eaten? Consumed by this thing? Of course. What on earth else could they think about to attempt to distract them from this nonsense? They’re surrounded by him, might as well think about the whole picture.

Speaking of, a valve opened and out fell Y/N like a drop of water into their stomach. Or whatever this place was, because it didn’t FEEL like a stomach usually would. Rather than slimy and wrinkly, the surface under the stew was soft and squishy. The stew itself was barely an inch of saliva, with not an iota of acid to be found. This was essentially a water bed, and like a bed, man was it comfortable.

Perhaps Y/N benefited more from this deal than Sebastian did, as they had time to destress from the dozen near-death experiences they’ve had, time to reset and refresh for however many more rooms resided in an inhabitable state down here. Sure, Sebastian got to curb pain and feel good, but Y/N felt a great (platonic) pleasure from the relaxed state that the flesh sack was providing. They settled into the flesh some and their eyes started to struggle.

“Well SOMEONE’S making themselves comfortable. How’s it like in there? I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be able to relax inside a belly” Sebastian openly wondered.

But Y/N heard not a word of it. With a thin saliva blanket and a waterbed of gut flesh below them, they quickly lost the battle with their own body and fell asleep, snoring indicating to Sebastian their descent to dreamland.

“Heh, couldn’t resist”

. . .

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, not quite escaped from the deep unconscious state they’d entered. They had a good sleep for the first time in a period of time that couldn’t be accurately measured.

“Finally awake, huh? It’s been almost 24 hours, glad you’re still alive” Sebastian nested, “It’s about time to finish the deal up. Can’t stay forever”

Gradually, the walls around Y/N churned like a stomach should, slowly compacting them. They somewhat panicked, worried they’d be squeezed and juiced, until the sphincter above reopened like a spotlight above them and roughly pulled them up in a chunky and unnatural way. After about 9 seconds, their head peeked up above the back of the tongue and revealed them to the world. With a gross sound I won’t describe for fear of brain rot, they fell onto his hand and almost instantly were thrown into pink light. Like a time lapse of one of those magic growing products, they steadily reduced to normal height, if not an inch taller.

“Welp, in fear of you breaking another product, I’m going to show you to the door. Good luck ahead, and feel free to come back if you happen to die.” He put his bottom right arm over his shoulder and slithered to the rustic-esque door past the table with the radio.

What a reassuring thought, they sarcastically said to themselves. Death wasn’t an optimal outcome of this, as it would be tragic to fall so hard from a stupid opportunity.

Unless he’s serious, and they’ll return after death like this is Hell. If that’s the case, hopefully he wouldn’t mind another temporary meal filling, because something like that is something that, while unorthodox, provided them the greatest comfort and escape, the best sleep one can have in Hell.

[tefifonconnoisseur]

So, here’s a comic. Since I feel the need, tonight’s pred is one Miles Morales. The OC tonight, rather than Aristotle Buttermilk, is Carlene Fernsby in her vore drawing debut. Tried some new things in this one, some didn’t quite turn out as I wanted, but I’m working on improvement.

I just posted a new story yesterday, so at the moment none are in development.

[tefifonconnoisseur]

Sebastian Solace Vore - Fish Stomachs and Laser Pointers

It’s been about 2 months since I’ve been able to post a story, hopefully the rust isn’t too awful. Yes, it’s the Sebastian from Roblox’s Pressure. It was a Wattpad request from QuestionableFurry, and it seemed like fun, so I went ahead with the request). Please enjoy! Or, you know, scroll on past if you’re one of the people mentioned in my pinned post (basically NSFW DNI)

Be warned, vore is below the cut.

(I’m not exactly the biggest expert on Pressure, so please forgive me for inaccuracies to character or lore)

Perhaps prison would’ve been better than the bottom of the ocean.

Although it seems strange to us who understand the concept of dramatic irony, a hopeful Y/N sees this little expedition as a way out of a life-ruining prison sentence, and such an opportunity can’t go to waste. Besides, how hard can it be? Find this crystal left behind in this semi-functional abandoned facility and grab some documents along the way. Can’t be difficult, right?

Well, a guiding voice appears from… somewhere, giving them instructions. A voice dissimilar to the automated one that told them what they were here for. More worker bee than script-bound management. This guy seems more trustworthy but also held back by a chain, as they try to skirt over accidental details they leaked of just how much of a mistake they’ve made not just doing the time. They seem pleasant enough.

With keycard in hand, Y/N swipes the reader and enters the first room. Less room, more glorified hallway, but it’s rife with files to grab. Lockers adorn the sides of certain rooms, fancy sci-fi doors intertwine rooms. Another room requires another keycard, one that illudes Y/N. Every locker was tossed, the drawers flung open, and counters ransacked. Of course, the card was right on the floor, and a misstep proved it. They traversed another room, and another, and another. It’s really quite a drag. It takes 9 rooms for even the lights to flicker. Y/N appreciates SOME difference in this place, but not quite the strange noise from far behind. As it seems to grow, a survival instinct emerges for the first time in their mind, one that screams to get in a locker post haste. Almost the second they make it inside, they see a GIANT ANGLERFISH rush them by and disappear from thin air the second that Y/N steps out, heart beating like an 808.

Terrifying. Simply and utterly terrifying, but it’s okay because they’re not dead yet. Who knows what else could be here? So on they go, their previous positivity stripped and painted over with the expected gloom and fear. Oh dear. The next 30 doors go somewhat well, more drawers searched, more monsters avoided by the skin of their teeth.

Y/N’s least favorite were the three “lookers”. The green one beckoned a look like a siren, then harmed their internal organs. Then the siblings, one that couldn’t be looked at and one that had to be. Thankfully, the tortured souls who hid behind fake doors just required listening out. Y/N learned this the hard way when one slashed their arm. If it weren’t for them; though, they he worst thing here would be the diving rooms. Y/N was provided with a diving tank. Certain rooms would be flooded due to the state of the building, which would require diving in dark places to find a way out. Due to their expendable nature, there was no guarantee the tanks were filled enough to allow them time to search.

During our little summarizing session of supreme timewasting, Y/N has made it to a makeshift shop. A bunch of crates, a table, and a computer all did the trick. And beside the crate were two piercing, glowing eyes. Eyes connected to a gray, angler fish head with fins and messy black locks. He was equipped with a jacket covering the torso of his giant eel-like body, and straps on the rest. This man, ladies and gentlemen, is Sebastian Solace.

Y/N hasn’t seen this individual before, as they don’t usually interact with things of this nature, but their voice… their voice was the one they had heard earlier, the one who had more honestly guided them here. Their most curious feature was their intelligence: they knew perhaps too much, far more than they were willing (or permitted) to share.

“Hello, hello! Come on in, I’m not gonna hurt ya!” He slithered out, revealing his truly large form (around nine feet tall, presumably) and greeted his new guest with enthusiasm and a genuine sense of glee. It occurred to Y/N that they were their first customer.

“Despite what you may have heard, seen, or been told, I am Sebastian. You were told to collect ‘loose assets’ around, documents, vials, whatever. However, if I can make it worth your while, I’m gonna ask you to cut a deal. You give me any research you may have on you, and…”

The rest of their spiel, they zoned out for. Their tail. Their tail. Well, the dark does certainly obscure, but gosh, this guy likes scavenging. Although seemingly, whatever they had was more important to him.

Here, Y/N takes a look at items for sale. Flashlights, batteries, laser things, the works. It’s what they’d expect to be available in an abandoned laboratory. But there was something else, something that would help our petty little friend cause mischief: a laser pointer. They were intended, obviously, to stun monsters and allow time to escape. However, a pair of eyes were in front of them, and our petty Y/N had an idea. Quickly and not carefully, their thumb depressed on the button on, the yells of Solace falling on unlistening ears. Thankfully for Sebastian, though, Y/N missed and hit a mirror. Unfortunately, that laser pointer was more than just a small novelty tool.

In a flash, Y/N lost sight of Sebastian, and being more honest, the room entirely. His surroundings were just gray, dark and more gray. A look up, though, revealed the laser pointer’s true intention. Indeed, Y/N was now looking up at a titanic room, with Sebastian Solace in view, barely able to be seen with a still head. Next to them? Shattering as the laser point practically disintegrated from the fall.

Oh shit

“Well, looks like someone broke the merchandise, you break it you ~ buy it~” Solace cooed.

With their files now on the ground, it became quite obvious that the price couldn’t be payed. I mean, stuff like this is prototypical. While Solace didn’t look angry, he looked almost . . . hungry. A man who was already taller than her and somewhat frightened her now towered over her and had complete control of them and their life. The situation was becoming more tense by the moment as Solace grabbed them by the back of their shirt, staring them in their eyes, their pupils shrunk and their skin two shades lighter than they were when they scampered in the room.

“I-i-i could always find more files and pay for it that way!”

Sebastian, though, seemed uninterested in their now measly possessions.

“Unfortunately, you’re not going to be able to grab files at this size, and I have the only device that can revert you. 0, I’m gonna make you a deal. I’m willing to forgive your debt and return you to regular size if…”

As if Y/N’s little deal with the organization wasn’t already guaranteed to be a regret, the smacking of Sebastian’s lips and their blue tongue slathering their lips sealed in the mood of the day in mental expoy resin.

“If you’re willing to occupy my stomach for a few hours until I can scrounge something permanent. Just so I can alleviate my appetite for a while.” He winked at them and seemingly decided that they couldn’t wait a moment longer.

Like it was rehearsed, he dropped his mask, his slimy maw popped open and revealed an abyss inside, their throat nearly obscured by shadow (though not enough to hide a faint uvula outline). Their oddly blue tongue expectedly awaited them below, divoting for them even, like a date pulling out a chair for their lover. The smell of rotten fish permeated through the stuffy air right into the nostrils of Y/N. Maybe some other smells, but none so pungent. Teeth sharp as knives and as beige as an old pillow glistened like jewelry decorated the space and created a tinge of suspense and edge (both literal and metaphorical). Teeth could easily tear them apart. This mouth wasn’t quite normal; it was ornate and beautiful, though slimy and filthy as you’d expect. This was, though, a sight that instantly created anxiety and panic.

Y/N, of course, panicked, slipping out of their grasp, but like shrimp, Sebastian caught them on their squishy tongue and clicked his teeth shut, enshrouding them in darkness. The fish smell singed the hairs protecting their nose, eyes, and every other sensory organ. They were in a tiny saliva puddle that seeped through their clothes. The cavern, though, was alive and moved, soaking the rest of them as if they’d fallen in the pool, shuffling them around the place carefully. Squelching noises occurred as they were pressed against the roof of his mouth, releasing some liquid from said clothing. They squirmed in a futile attempt to do something, anything, in an instinctual fury. But the control lied solely with Sebastian Solace, a creature with full intelligence and full control of this situation; Y/N deep down realized that there was one, single way to get out of this, one path to continue this journey. The path, however, wasn’t going to be terribly pleasant. They were at the cliff between the tongue and esophagus, between the world outside and the world within Sebastian, and it was about that time of the process. Yikes.

*GLK*

Within an instant, everything tumbled and turned, topsy turvey, and Y/N fell down Sebastian’s throat and made contact with the muscles below. Like a closed electrical circuit, their presence allowed the muscles to get to work, passing them off to the stomach via a tube that squeezed, attempting to compact them into a shape. Thankfully, it only had the power to do this to normal food, something Y/N was far from. A bassy heartbeat echoed their bones, vibrated their soul. Lungs seemed to also contribute, but not as much as some other scuba-sounding organ. Gills, perhaps? Some other fishy organ?

Anatomy be damned, it could be anything. Sebastian, clearly, wasn’t human. That could be discerned from the anglerfish lure, the whale-snake tail, their clammy gray skin and glowing eyes that made up his physique. However, from running the description in his head, he wasn’t sure what he could be. He seemed to be a hybrid, an amalgamation of several different creatures. Is that what they’re choosing to think about while they’re literally being eaten? Consumed by this thing? Of course. What on earth else could they think about to attempt to distract them from this nonsense? They’re surrounded by him, might as well think about the whole picture.

Speaking of, a valve opened and out fell Y/N like a drop of water into their stomach. Or whatever this place was, because it didn’t FEEL like a stomach usually would. Rather than slimy and wrinkly, the surface under the stew was soft and squishy. The stew itself was barely an inch of saliva, with not an iota of acid to be found. This was essentially a water bed, and like a bed, man was it comfortable.

Perhaps Y/N benefited more from this deal than Sebastian did, as they had time to destress from the dozen near-death experiences they’ve had, time to reset and refresh for however many more rooms resided in an inhabitable state down here. Sure, Sebastian got to curb pain and feel good, but Y/N felt a great (platonic) pleasure from the relaxed state that the flesh sack was providing. They settled into the flesh some and their eyes started to struggle.

“Well SOMEONE’S making themselves comfortable. How’s it like in there? I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be able to relax inside a belly” Sebastian openly wondered.

But Y/N heard not a word of it. With a thin saliva blanket and a waterbed of gut flesh below them, they quickly lost the battle with their own body and fell asleep, snoring indicating to Sebastian their descent to dreamland.

“Heh, couldn’t resist”

. . .

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, not quite escaped from the deep unconscious state they’d entered. They had a good sleep for the first time in a period of time that couldn’t be accurately measured.

“Finally awake, huh? It’s been almost 24 hours, glad you’re still alive” Sebastian nested, “It’s about time to finish the deal up. Can’t stay forever”

Gradually, the walls around Y/N churned like a stomach should, slowly compacting them. They somewhat panicked, worried they’d be squeezed and juiced, until the sphincter above reopened like a spotlight above them and roughly pulled them up in a chunky and unnatural way. After about 9 seconds, their head peeked up above the back of the tongue and revealed them to the world. With a gross sound I won’t describe for fear of brain rot, they fell onto his hand and almost instantly were thrown into pink light. Like a time lapse of one of those magic growing products, they steadily reduced to normal height, if not an inch taller.

“Welp, in fear of you breaking another product, I’m going to show you to the door. Good luck ahead, and feel free to come back if you happen to die.” He put his bottom right arm over his shoulder and slithered to the rustic-esque door past the table with the radio.

What a reassuring thought, they sarcastically said to themselves. Death wasn’t an optimal outcome of this, as it would be tragic to fall so hard from a stupid opportunity.

Unless he’s serious, and they’ll return after death like this is Hell. If that’s the case, hopefully he wouldn’t mind another temporary meal filling, because something like that is something that, while unorthodox, provided them the greatest comfort and escape, the best sleep one can have in Hell.

[tefifonconnoisseur]

Still no vore today, but take this guy instead. If you’ve seen my art, you’ve seen a very petite version of my favorite news reporter before. While I did introduce him in a previous post, I feel that as I actually start posting art (and try to find a style of my own), he deserves reintroduction.

No, I’m not paying a subscription for no watermark lol.

[tefifonconnoisseur]

Can I draw Sephiroth from final fantasy as a giant please?

You don’t need to ask me lol, I can’t stop you.

If you made a typo and you’re asking if I can, I mean I can have a go, but please take a good look at my artwork beforehand. I hold my art in very low regard so I’d hate to disappoint you.

[tefifonconnoisseur]

Uhhh so I posted this and forgot several tags I like to use. I used to tag G/T but I’d rather not anymore, given that a lot of people in that community could be triggered by vore and I’d hate to do that to anybody.

Anyway, I hate this drawing and a fanfiction is still in progress, so we’ll be back to normal programming soon.

It seems we’ve developed a bit of a DC habit recently. I did verify that Impulse from Young Justice (well, most of the characters, but he’s a fan favorite) has no vore material, and since I tend to enjoy being the first to make vore content of a character, enjoy this horribly-proportioned drawing. It looked better in my head.

The idea for this one is that Impulse does a little magic trick for his buddies and makes our willing subject, Aristotle Buttermilk, disappear with the power of speedster motion. The big reveal? This frame: Aristotle was “teleported” into his mouth. Applause erupts as Aristotle takes a bow and is lowered by hand back on the ground.

(I haven’t had this problem on Tumblr, more Wattpad, but if you see vore as a fetish or “inherently NSFW”, I ask that you scroll right past this because this isn’t for you, and I will not change my stance for you. Bye!)

[tefifonconnoisseur]

It seems we’ve developed a bit of a DC habit recently. I did verify that Impulse from Young Justice (well, most of the characters, but he’s a fan favorite) has no vore material, and since I tend to enjoy being the first to make vore content of a character, enjoy this horribly-proportioned drawing. It looked better in my head.

The idea for this one is that Impulse does a little magic trick for his buddies and makes our willing subject, Aristotle Buttermilk, disappear with the power of speedster motion. The big reveal? This frame: Aristotle was “teleported” into his mouth. Applause erupts as Aristotle takes a bow and is lowered by hand back on the ground.

(I haven’t had this problem on Tumblr, more Wattpad, but if you see vore as a fetish or “inherently NSFW”, I ask that you scroll right past this because this isn’t for you, and I will not change my stance for you. Bye!)

[tefifonconnoisseur]

I haven’t posted in almost a month here, and it’s been two months since I’ve written a fanfiction?! I know I shouldn’t really feel bad, but I kinda do. You guys are my community lol. To keep y’all in the loop, here’s the gameplan:

1. I’m working on a voreish drawing of a character that from what I can find has NO vore material (slight hint: despite me never actually watching this [media], I’ve made stuff for another character from this [media]). This will be finished and posted on all of my socials tonight.

2. Via a request from Wattpad, fanfiction of a certain Roblox game is in the works. I don’t know when, I don’t know how (what with my creative writing class burning me out writing-wise), but it will be published at some point, I’m hoping this month.

3. Cry

[tefifonconnoisseur]

It’s maw sketch practice day, gentlemen (said gender-neutrally). I was going to go with no fangs, but I chose fangs instead. Throat area is where I’m needing to focus on it seems.

While this isn’t any PARTICULAR character, both Beast Boy and Naruto were in the back of my mind as I whipped this up.

[tefifonconnoisseur]

I’m in the mood to be drank via a glass of hot chocolate, white or milk. I’d have to wear a life jacket, since I can’t swim, but I’m in that sort of mood.

Then, once you let me in, I’ll use the acoustics of your guts to practice my choir tracks and send you off to dreamland.

[tefifonconnoisseur]

Nothing screams me more than making a vore art, forgetting what I was doing with it, then trashing it because I thought I was trying to make a comic when in reality I just intended to make a simple maw shot. It’s too late now; I crumpled it up and threw it out.

In other news, I have a story idea or two in mind, and my stress writing-wise is gone, so I’ll be publishing a new story this week if I get enough sleep and my ADHD-fueled brain doesn’t just sit there for an hour staring at a Google Doc (it’s happened to pieces of paper intended for art before). See you all soon!

[tefifonconnoisseur]

Approximately 7.2 hours after I posted this piece of art, I was in a car wreck. Thankfully, I was completely uninjured and the car is on its way back around. Do I blame my working on this piece until midnight on it? Oh, 100%. Vore is cool but sleep is more important lol.

Instead of doing something beneficial with my life like studying or sleeping, I drew vore art for the second first time, and decided I liked it enough to share it here. Still no guarantees I don’t delete this, but hey, it’s fine.

Beast Boy from Young Justice Season 2 has a fantastic design and (although I haven’t watched the show so I shouldn’t comment, I am anyway) fun personality. Googling tells me he’s 14, which is my cutoff.

I’ll probably dive into the magical world of mouths next time, but I’m taking a step at a time here lol. Until then, enjoy deciphering the hyroglyphics known as my handwriting. Buh bye!

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Instead of doing something beneficial with my life like studying or sleeping, I drew vore art for the second first time, and decided I liked it enough to share it here. Still no guarantees I don’t delete this, but hey, it’s fine.

Beast Boy from Young Justice Season 2 has a fantastic design and (although I haven’t watched the show so I shouldn’t comment, I am anyway) fun personality. Googling tells me he’s 14, which is my cutoff.

I’ll probably dive into the magical world of mouths next time, but I’m taking a step at a time here lol. Until then, enjoy deciphering the hyroglyphics known as my handwriting. Buh bye!

[tefifonconnoisseur]

I must offer my dearest, sincerest apologies for jumpscaring your feed with my vain attempts at wholesome Ben Tennyson G/T art at this time of day/night, but I’ve been inspired and had to draw this before I fall unconscious tonight. The chances of me not deleting this are low. I have no fanfiction of any kind in the works; I’m still stressing over a memoir for a school assignment and will not write ANYTHING until I finish my barely-done rough draft. Bye!

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TMNT 2012 Vore - The (Ir)regular Reaction

It’s been a minute since I’ve been able to post a proper story, but here we are with another one. I watched this show as a kid and have seen some vore content with today’s pred, Raphael, but truth be told I haven’t watched an episode in around 10 years, so I apologize for any inaccuracies that may appear. Story is below the cut.

9:00 PM

We arrive in the sewers, where three mutant teenage turtles are laying around, watching tonight’s episode of some action show. Michelangelo, the zany one with the orange bandana, is zoned all the way in, munching on pizza. Leonardo, the leader and mature one, is also paying attention. Finally, Raphael, the hot-headed red one, is getting up to grab another slice of pizza since he already ate his first one. Way too quickly, mind you, since he’s hiccuping. He walks into the dining room with the slices of pizza to find Donnie with a random plastic project box, the side cut out and a needle sticking out of it, slightly glowing at the tip, pointed towards a Bubba Gump Glass.

“What’cha got there, Donnie?” Raphael asked, almost intrigued but not quite.

“This, Raph, is a shrink ray, a device that can shrink things down to a minute fraction of its original size. I’m just about to test it and see if the capacitors discharge, we get a working beam, and this glass shrinks.”

“O-Kay” Raphael replied, placing emphasis on the O for the sake of showing how he’s slightly concerned but not enough to do something about it. Although this kind of technology was innovative, he was more interested in the olde and more reliable technology known as the TV playing the show he was missing since Donnie was distracting him from grabbing another slice of the still warm pepperoni pizza. Besides, Donnie probably knew what he was doing, and even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. It would just blow up and he’d try again. That was one of his favorite traits of his scientific brother: even if he failed 20 times, he had the determination to fix the issues and get the thing working.

9:12 PM

As a new episode of the Star Trek wannabe show began, Raphael’s left ear picked up a high-pitched squealing different to the pitch of the old television in front of him. He had no doubt that Donnie had illuminated the kitchen with the beam he was speaking of. Unfortunately, as these things go, the squeal was interrupted by the sound of a loud explosion. Raph immediately looked on in surprise as he saw his brother, soot covering his face and the device in tatters.

“Are you alright?” Leonardo asked as he went to check on him and clean him up, wiping his face with a wet cloth to get the soot off.

“Yes, I’m alright. Just need to wait a bit and make sure the explosion didn’t make it-“

At nearly exactly this moment, the clock struck and the boys were called in for a mission by their father figure, Master Splinter. They speedily made it over to the dojo, where he stood, hands folded in his lap. The task was relatively straightforward: scout the city and stop the Foot Clan if there were any shenanigans. This was a nightly affair, as Shredder’s posse were always causing mayhem and disruption. So without further delay, they went out to the surface and slunk in the shadows towards an unlocked building with roof access.

9:16 PM

A little bit of this, a little bit of that, the boys made it to the roof of this tall building in Brooklyn. How the lock got picked is anybody’s guess.

“So, Donnie, your shrinking machine exploded in your face, but did you AT LEAST make a beam?” Raph asked

“WHAT? DONNIE MADE A SHRINK RAY?” Michelangelo, the orange-clad and zany one asked, eyes and voice filled with curiosity and awe.

“Indeed I did, Mikey, but it doesn’t quite work. The beam was bright for just a moment before it blew in my face”

“Is that going to affect the mission if we find some foot clan soldiers out?” Leonardo, the mature blue-clad leader asked. “Because if it has the potential to change your size after the fact, you may want to sit this one out.”

“I don’t believe it will, since the beam lost power before it would’ve hit my skin.” Donnie replied, not sounding fully confident in his theory but confident in his desire to participate. This was essentially his job, his duty to the city of New York, and he wasn’t about to skip because some invention blew up. Leo nodded to show acknowledgment.

“Hey, uh, Donnie, you look a little bit… shorter” Raph noticed.

“Don’t try and scare me, Raph!” Donnie yelped.

9:18 PM

Foot Clan soldiers spotted. The boys hopped to a streetlight and slid down it like the Ghostbusters. They could feel the cold night air as they dashed in the shadows towards the Foot Clan. The masked men heard the pitter patters of running right as the boys arrived, weapons branded. These soldiers recognized the turtles, though the purple one, the tallest usually, was now shorter than the blue one. It doesn’t seem like the turtles noticed though, as they were attacked by the soldiers. Donnie, now shorter than a soldier, went one by one, swinging his bo, and making contact with the faces of soldiers.

9:30 PM

While this group of soldiers was down, the night had far from ended. The three turtles took a moment to take a breath. It had been a stressful battle, but was small potatoes compared to what was en route.

“Uh, where on earth is Donnie?” Raph asked, on edge. This sent the brothers into a panicked search. Where could he have run off to during the battle? Mikey looked in the alley, Leo in some other streets. The relative darkness of the night would have obscured him… wondering off? Fighting someone else somewhere close? kidnapped?

“Guys, come here, quick!”

9:32 PM

It was Raph. He had found Donnie, or a miniaturized version of himself at the base of the nearest streetlamp, shivering and standing at a mere 2 inches. It was certainly a sight, their brother who was previously tall being the size of a grape and having to look straight up to see their brothers. Carefully, Raphael offered his hand as a platform for Donnie to step onto, which was accepted. Slowly, as to not give him massive vertigo, Donnie was lifted up to chin level and examined by the other turtles.

“Woah, dude, he’s so small!” Mikey marveled.

“So the whole ‘the beam lost power’ thing was a lie?” Raph demanded.

“No, Raph, it was a- a miscalculation. I truly believed what I said, but it turns out I was incorrect” Donatello defensively replied. He was somewhat nervous, being so high up and in the booming presence of his hotheaded brother, who was now like a building to him sizewise. Admittedly, he had been partially lying; he did think the beam hit him, but that it had lost enough power that it wouldn’t affect his height so drastically. In hindsight, though, the beam didn’t dim nearly that quickly, taking several seconds to dim in some earlier tests. Getting back to normal size was going to be rough.

“Hey, uh, guys? We’re not alone.”

9:35 PM

That bridge would have to be crossed when they got there, though, as there were more immediate threats. To their shock and horror, some Normans had managed to sneak up on them. They had been distracted for just long enough to give the Krang time to locate and thoroughly surround the ninja reptiles.

“If the turtles do not hand over the tiny one to Krang, prepare to die!” One of the slimy little blobs yelled.

So, you’re holding your tiny brother, and all of a sudden surrounded by a bunch of murderous mechs with the sole purpose of taking said tiny brother and then slaughtering the rest of you. What do you do? Any of the following are viable: run away, or keep your brother close and kick some shell; flight or fight. If you’re choosing to fight, just strap the tiny bro into a strap or a holster. These are all regular reactions, something that would be enacted without a word or thought to anyone or anything, things that would be considered “acceptable.”

*wwop*

9:36

That was the noise of someone’s mouth clicking and a bubble of clear saliva popping. Strange, as that didn’t seem like any of the regular reactions. As Donnie felt his shell pinched and his form being dragged upward, it became clear: we’re getting The Irregular Reaction.

Looking down, a red tongue had flopped out like a rug being rolled out, encapsulated by shiny sharp teeth, two of which were pointed into fangs, and pink gums. In the night, he couldn’t see much farther, than some tendrils of saliva near the center of the maw. He could, though, feel the hot, humid breath eminating from below, and hear said breaths. (What we need are mints, darling, mints)

The feeling that was terrifying, though, were the overriding cool drafts as Donnie fell towards the darkness, each second filled with pounding in his ears. After an eternity, with a splat he landed on the fleshy tongue and was rolled back in the humid mouth. He only had time to take a quick look out: his view of the outside world, framed by teeth, until a quick click enshrouded him in darkness.

Like a dog, the tongue lathered him right up in this disgusting liquid, swishing him from cheek to cheek as lubrication of sorts. He snickered internally at the thought of Raph looking like a chipmunk doing that. The organ seemed to struggle moving him farther in, curling upward to try and roll him back, a strange sensation for them both. As in traditional Raph impatience, the world shifted diagonally, just enough for Donnie to start slipping down the slide into the hole below him. He tried clawing up, but it was futile. A threshold was crossed, and a squicky wet sound rang in his ears as he was dragged farther down.

Mikey could only look on in awe, Leo in horror, as Raph’s throat muscles flexed inward and a slight bulge appeared as he swallowed. Raph gagged and thumped his chest to work the irregular form down, swallowing some saliva to assist.

“Dude, that was rad!” Mikey yelled.

“Raph, you could get him killed!” Leo shouted in a more serious tone.

“Relax, dude, Donnie’s being stored. He’ll be fine until we kick these guys’ asses” Raph retorted, which instigated the Normans to fire upon them.

Meanwhile, Donatello’s form was squeezed by an anaconda called esophagus muscles, sliding him down more rhythmically. Bassy thumping pounded in his ears from the heart close by, and he plopped into a bile puddle directly on his shell, now within the confines of the organ known as the stomach. Now obviously, science and chemistry can be a bit smelly. Certain things like sulfurs and thioacetones were known to spread like a disease throughout their small sewer bunker. But this place was different. The bacteria that lived inside the belly secreted some truly sickly stenches. Not to mention mostly digested blobs of what was once pepperoni pizza filling the bile puddle.

Donnie threw up a bit in his mouth, but had to suck it up since he knew he’d be here a while. From his bag, he grabbed an LED lantern that provided enough just enough light to see his immediate surroundings. He could make out the wrinkly structure of the floor below him and the walls surrounding him, the foamy mucus higher up. And those pizza blobs, he tried to analyze what ingredients had been, though the thorough destruction from Raphael’s chewing made this a very difficult step. Sights are only one other sense. The sounds of the What a truly fascinating place. A notebook apparated from the bag and allowed Donnie to take notes on his experience. The first creature to be swallowed alive and (hopefully) return to tell the tale. This would be a breakthrough in the realms of science if he could ever publish it. If because turtles and publishing don’t mix quite well.

A bit of butt-kicking usually did cronies good, as the Normans discovered. What was interesting, though, was Donatello’s situation. Every time Raphael dashed towards a Norman with his sai, Donnie felt like he was in a Bugatti going down a drag strip. A kick? It created a lurch sent both Donnie bouncing backwards and a sickly sensation to Raphael’s head. A shot to the stomach? Right. Out.

The remaining pizza from Donnie’s gastrointestinal tract was struggling to stay in its place, a near-identical but smaller copy of the guts Donnie resided in. It was a thought that popped into Donnie’s mind, a curious one about how this was the circumstance inside his own stomach: food churning, bile and acids working away blobs, and wrinkly surfaces with foamy mucus, of course just without a tiny brother stuck inside.

9:40 PM

“Jeez, that was a tough one,” Mikey sighed.

“Yep. Now we can worry about what’s important: Donnie.” Leo stared at Raph

“Uh- of course. Yeah. Only issue is, how do we get him out?”

“I think that vomiting would be the most straightforward way,” Donnie yelled, his voice muffled from the layers of skin and shell, his first time addressing the world outside from within.

“Ugh, I just ate! I’ll be hungry!”

“Well, Raph, there’s still a little bit left for once you get Donnie out. We might as well do it here so that we can try to keep this from Master Splinter,” Leo reasoned, knowing full well that Splinter would somehow, someway, figure out what had really transpired and give Raphael an admittedly somewhat deserved lecture about recklessness. It would be far from his first, and wouldn’t be his last.

“Fine.”

Raphael found a broken bowl on the street in front of an apartment complex and decided to use this as a catch for Donnie. With no other way, he took a deep breath and shoved his hand down his throat. He gagged, but nothing really happened. Another deep breath and another plunge with his now slime-covered fist did the trick, sending up a fluid comprised of digested pizza and, on the first try no less, containing his shrunken brother. With a water bottle, Donnie was showered with lukewarm water that ushered away the fluids enveloping his form.

“You good, Donnie?” Raph inquired.

“I’ve been better,” Donnie replied, “are you gonna be okay?”

“Uggh… yeah. Forget what I said a second ago; I lost my appetite.”

Was this going to deter Raphael from pizza consumption? Maybe for a day, but certainly not forever. The boy’s gotta eat something! Just not his brother preferably. Anyways… it’s 11:22 and I’ve been trying to writing this for 3 weeks, let’s wrap up.

9:50 PM

The boys make it back to their home, tiny brother in tow. Splinter obviously noticed their tiny brothers and requests the story. When told, the lecture alluded to before happened. Donnie, with the help of Leonardo (although all he did was assemble what he was told), was able to reverse the machine’s flow, causing a mini explosion that reverted his size to his original stature. With a long night finally ceased, the boys went off to their bedroom and fell fast asleep, ready to reenergize for their training session the next morning.

And obviously, for the sake of preventing another situation like this, shrinking machines were banned from the household indefinitely.

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I promise the TMNT 2012 vore fic is on its way. I’ve been quite busy these past few weeks, but the story is around… let’s say 75% done. My hope is to have it published today or tomorrow.

I’ve actually had the Wattpad cover done since before I started writing, because for some reason I actually planned this out somewhat beforehand. I don’t usually show them off here because they just serve the purpose of being a cover with the story name, author name, and pred-of-the-(metaphorical)week, but F it.

I’m not drawing covers because I don’t do color. Sorry!

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Need Sfw vore fics recommendations, doesn't matter if original or fanfic.

Preferably g/t :3

(reblog this if you're a sfw vore writer btw I wanna meet y'all)