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[yourcarnevoreuspal]

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Pred swallowing something so valuable to the prey that the prey has no choice but to dive in after it

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[yourcarnevoreuspal]

how tasty do you think a gnome would be. and would you chase after one if it noticed you started salivating

I think Gnomes would be very tasty :)

If we're talking Garden Gnomes, I'd probably want to catch a few of them with them being on the small side... Good thing they usually live in large groups... I'd imagine they might have woodsy flavors, and smell of flowers or grass...

But if we're talking about Fantasy Gnomes? Perfect <3 just the right sized prey. Much easier to hide you've eaten one if you're in a group... Yet I could still have another if I wanted. They tend to be craftsmen... So if I had to generalize what one might taste like, probably smokey, and salty from sweat.

As for chasing them? I'm always willing to work up an appetite and torment some prey..

I'd probably be leering over them, not really hiding my desire to eat them. Eyeing them hungrily, moving uncomfortablely close to them. Eventually, they'd realize my intentions and try to flee... But I'm a persistent predator. Or their innocent of my desires, clueless until I suddenly pounce on them <3

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

I'm really hungry, and they never let me eat anyone.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Uhh h hhhh

Anyone can be my prey if I try hard enough to eat them

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I think that's how it works

Yeh

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

what about naga prey??? Especially gt naga prey. Where the pred has their little snake body coiled around their arms, catching their tail in their mouth and sucking on it for a moment before meeting the naga’s eyes and swallows deliberately. The naga can feel the dip of their tail enter the pred’s throat; tight and pulsing, and they try frantically to free themself, but the pred just takes another gulp and when they look back, they can see the bulge in their neck as it flexes to drag more of them inside. The pred’s eyes glitter with something the naga doesn’t want to try and interpret and after another contraction of their esophagus, they find themself being pressed against their throat as they gulp again, adam’s apple bobbing and as they flinch involuntarily, they can feel their own moment through the pred’s skin and they want to cry. There was nothing they could do. They used to love warmth, but the body heat of the pred engulfing the first quarter of their tail was almost too much. More swallows come and the pred pulls them away from their neck in order to brush their own fingers against it, closing their eyes with a pleased hum. When half of their body had disappeared down the pred’s gullet, something changed. The esophagus seemed to to tighten firmly around the end of their tail, and then nothing was touching it anymore. The implications terrified them. The pred laps gently at their tail before gulping deeply, eyes still closed, and after two more of the same, the naga can feel their tail begin to coil against itself in what he knew was their stomach. They couldn’t breathe. The pred raised the naga above their head swallowing almost ravenously now, the rapidly climbing heat overwhelming the naga, and before they knew it, there was only six inches of their tail left outside of the pred’s mouth before it transitioned into his human torso. The pred had slowed for some unknown reason, but it become clear after only a moment of stillness when a soft gurgle sounded from below. They could feel it against their scales inside. And they could feel as the stomach kneaded at them. Slowly, they looked down to find the pred’s belly already rounded out. They lifted their shirt to reveal the bare skin of their abdomen and jabbed a finger into his stomach, causing the naga to jerk in surprise and when they did, the pred’s skin fluttered with his own movement inside. He felt like he was going to be sick, but he didn’t have much time to think about it because after only a moment, the pred’s throat constricted around him again and then once more and his body was I inside their mouth in the oppressively hot, dark, dampness. Strings of saliva cling to him and the tongue curls around him, throat rumbling with satisfaction, before finally, they gulp for the second to last time and they’re sucked into the throat up to their waist, scrabbling at the tongue. There wasn’t time to do anything though before the final swallow caught him and sent him sliding down. They can feel something press into them from outside, presumably the pred’s hand on their throat, before something hard rolls over them and they’re deafened by the massive heartbeat as they slip down through their chest and. Until they spilled entirely into their gut with no room to do anything more than faintly wriggle; soft stomach walls pressing in on all sides. The pred reclines, hand resting idly on their bloated stomach, and sighs, full and sleepy now.

okay FIRST OF ALL this is TOO MUCH 😭

Second of all, your writing SLAYS

third of all, START A BLOG

I like seeing detailed writing like this but it's a bit much for my ask box 😅

It's interesting food for thought to consider though. I don't personally really ever think of naga as prey? But god your writing is so detailed and good so I was thinking "Hmm. Maybe it could work..."

But unfortunately I'm also not the hugest G/T person in general 😔 It hits sometimes, but whenever I write a G/T post, it's mainly for the purpose of being like, a gift for friends/a treat for all the G/T lovers. You, dear anon, seem like you're REALLY good at detailed writing like this though, so I think you could definitely start a blog and write about this sort of stuff (if you so choose)!

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Pred that's drooling over a prey he knows he's not allowed to eat. He does his best to hide it, but well... his best isn't very good. His friend - someone he highly respects - takes notice of his odd behavior, but instead of chiding him for it, begins encouraging it.

Whenever all three are in the same room, his friend whispers to him "look how plump [prey] is..." "I bet they taste sooo good..." "Don't you want to feel their flesh on your teeth?" "When was the last time you ate? Aren't you starving?" "Can't you feel your empty stomach coiling in on itself? Begging to eat them..." "I'm sure just a little taste won't hurt, right? You can control yourself, can't you?" "Wouldn't their fear be so delicious, hunting and chasing them down?" "They would go well with a garnish, don't you think?"

The Pred, of course, can do nothing but agree with their friend, drooling helplessly, mind spiraling. Surely their friend knows best? They always give great advice... They just want to make sure he stays fed, that's all...

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

AAA

You are hurled roughly and unceremoniously down into the chasm that serves as my prison. I catch you in my waiting arms. I have imagined you in my arms before but the reality of your proximity is breathtaking. You are warm to the touch, soft in my hands, your pulse a melody beneath your skin, you smell absolutely delicious and though it cannot satiate the gaping chasm within, some part of me is nourished by the very sight of you. There is a look of hurt in your eyes, you do not know why you have been cast down into my prison. The final warden of this place. Betrayed not by the monster you guard but by those you are supposed to protect from me. I’ve always wanted to eat you, it’s my nature. You understood that at least as much as someone so different could understand. But this? This is not something you can comprehend is it? Oh sweetheart, even if we both know I’m going to eat you. I sympathise, You have always been a kind person even to me, cruelty is foreign to you. You do not understand what you have done wrong. Shh, love the truth is you’ve done nothing. I confess even though I have always wanted to eat you I did not anticipate this, but it also doesn’t surprise me. Since my imprisonment I have watched your line persist and I watch it slowly crumble until only you and your predecessor remained, until only you remained. Only you, you who has been as kind and compassionate to me as you can without forsaking your duty. You who is naive enough to treat a monster like a friend. And you are my warden. It does not surprise me that those outside have forgotten the danger. You may be kind but these people do not know you, they know your family, a family that was once powerful stained with all the sins that entails. You are not a person to them, the truth of you does not matter to them only the symbolism. But it matters to me darling, I cannot spare you, I do not want to, the more I’ve come to know you, the more desperately I’ve longed to consume you. But I will be so gentle darling, I lap at your tears tenderly, the taste is wonderful there is fear and misery but in a testament to your kindness, it is not only for yourself. Rather for those who have unknowingly unlocked my prison by feeding you to me. Even for me who will surely be all alone once I’ve eaten you. Oh, my love, you need not worry about that. The two of us will always be together. As for your attackers, they don’t matter, only you and I matter. Only the taste of you the feel of you, the quickening of your pulse, the shivering of your body, my name escaping your lips, afraid but also searching, wanting assurances that although I am eating you it is not because I too hold something against you that you cannot help. That I do not also resent you. My tongue licks stripes along your skin greedily. I groan, no I do not resent you beloved, how could I? When you taste like this? When for all your trembling you do not try to escape, when you are seeking reassurances of no hard feelings from a monster? I swallow you, greedy and purring. You wriggle delightfully down my throat, disoriented by the shifting gravity and the pull of my throat muscles. I can feel your hands enter my belly first, then your head and shoulders, then the rest of your body follows behind. By the time your slender legs and cute feet have past my lips. You already fill my belly out so nicely. It’s been millennia since I have had a real meal. I run my fingers lovingly over the shape of you. A long languid belch escapes past my lips. Oh goodness, I cannot wait to digest you, I love it, the idea of my body stealing you away. And why not? The people who you swore to protect have betrayed you, they might not want you darling but I do. Your lovely voice whines in distress as the acids in my belly come out to claim you. I coo and run my hands over your shifting form in adoration. Shh, it’s alright beloved, you only have to endure this for so long, then we’ll be together forever. And then? Then it’s time to teach those who made you cry not to play with monsters.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Amo//ng//us but preys and a pred :)

Small group of prey trying to analyse who among them is a pred

Prey are disappearing, and while thats normal, somewhat, it would be nice if that could stop. If they could only find the culprit...

Talking to one other prey about your suspicions. The ones who maybe have strange eating habits. Or who stay up late, who disappear for several days. Do these traits mean for certain someone is a pred? Not really, but they might be indicators

Your conversation partner listens and nods along thoughtfully, although not adding much. But you trust them. Though their teeth look a little sharper than what's normal...

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

//Continuation cause I somehow managed to post before it was done in my sleep.

//same tw

I imagine the prey's abilities are *just* powerful enough to keep them from being wholly digested. Their body regrows itself faster than the pred's stomach can have its way.

Maybe the prey wishes they could turn their ability off after being continuously churned, acid melting them only for them to come back to melt again.

The Pred probably has to do some sort of 'maintenance' to keep the prey going, maybe briefly letting them out to let their abilities recover and feed them. He's worried about letting the prey die because then his endless food source is gone...

I keep seeing posts about immortals in vore recently, so I figure I'll drop my take on it...

Immortal Preds? Fine, I don't have anything in particular to say about them...

But immortal Prey? Goldmine, I think. Especially with the trait I often give my Preds of endless hunger...

//tw gore, cruel pred

A Pred that spends his days always searching for his next meal, his stomach only ever sated while there's prey writhing in it. One day, while stalking his next meal, he overhears the rumors of someone who seemingly cannot die- they have amazing regenerative powers.

This peaks the Pred's interest, a prey who not only can't die but also replenishes itself? Sounds like heaven to the ever starving predator. Now he need only track them down...

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Well the vote is in!

To let those interested know, the fandom is un/der/tale, with (my version of) Horror as the main focus + Pred. The vore happens in chapter 4 for the ones who only wanted that <3

Cw// hard vore, blood, dismemberment

Here's the link:

Alllll right

So I've been working on a fic, and it isn't vore-focused, but it does happen (once so far). It does have heavy themes of hunger, starvation, cannibalism, and consumption of copious amounts of food.

//violent and gorey

But it is also from an obscure fandom that vore doesn't really make sense for... However, it's still readable even if you don't know anything about the characters.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

I keep seeing posts about immortals in vore recently, so I figure I'll drop my take on it...

Immortal Preds? Fine, I don't have anything in particular to say about them...

But immortal Prey? Goldmine, I think. Especially with the trait I often give my Preds of endless hunger...

//tw gore, cruel pred

A Pred that spends his days always searching for his next meal, his stomach only ever sated while there's prey writhing in it. One day, while stalking his next meal, he overhears the rumors of someone who seemingly cannot die- they have amazing regenerative powers.

This peaks the Pred's interest, a prey who not only can't die but also replenishes itself? Sounds like heaven to the ever starving predator. Now he need only track them down...

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Mm, getting sick of preys teasing my hunger then not letting me satisfy it...

Getting scared and running away, not expecting me to actually try something, yet they continue vying for my attention any way they like...

Riling up my hunger only to withdraw and hide behind someone they know I'll obey... tsk...

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

a normal person who ends up getting pushed into the pred role

However it happens. They find their stomach unwittingly stretched with prey

They're embarrassed and scared at what's happened. Unfortunately they have no idea how to spit out the prey.

Their stomach is reluctant to do anything. It expected this wriggling, alive thing that had ended up inside it, to be removed swiftly. So it waited patiently for that to happen. But after a while, it has no other choice but to try and digest the person inside it.

They had to go somewhere. So if they werent going back up. The stomach supposed they'd have to go further in, downwards.

The person's belly starts a very slow and ineffecient process. They complain the whole time. To be fair, they will have a bellyache for days. Not to mention the moral side of things

Though. They didnt feel hungry for a long while afterwards. It was more food than they'd ever eaten, all in one go.

But it wasnt worth it was it.

Now whenever anyone brings up the whole predator/prey thing, they just laugh nervously. They dont like to think about what they did. And they dont like to hear others talk about it either.

They dont like to tell people about this. They dont consider themselves to be a pred.

But sometimes when their stomach is empty, and rumbling, their mind wanders back to that one time...

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Hello~

Call me Carn, and this is my vore blog. You'll mostly find random writing drabbles here, but I do occasionally post art as well. A lot of reblogs I don't know what to add too...

More in detail about me / what'll be found here:

I'm a pred, oral vore only. I like soft vore and hard vore, and I lean more towards fatal than safe, but I'm a big softie who often can't bring himself to kill off characters. Trauma is certainly on the table, though- but I am not a cuddly pred. Prey are food. My favorite size of prey is half size, but I like same size and recently have seen the appeal of smaller prey, too. So... Bite-sized~

I'm not fond of photos of real people participating in vore, but I won't block you for following me if that's your cup of tea. May block if I end up seeing you a lot on my fyp, though.

You're welcome to DM me to chat or ask me questions! I may be open to role-playing if I get to know you, but I have little experience in rp. You can also request writing / give prompts, but I can't promise I'll do anything with them! At least, I'll post the prompts for others to get inspired by.

I am an adult, and I'd prefer minors do not interact with this blog. I may be Asexual, but there is still NSFW content here, it does not matter how I view it. However, I also realize that I cannot control or stop minors from coming here, so to the minors... let's agree: look, but don't touch? If I notice a minor following me, I will block you.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Alllll right

So I've been working on a fic, and it isn't vore-focused, but it does happen (once so far). It does have heavy themes of hunger, starvation, cannibalism, and consumption of copious amounts of food.

//violent and gorey

But it is also from an obscure fandom that vore doesn't really make sense for... However, it's still readable even if you don't know anything about the characters.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Pred that doesn't get along with other preds.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Vore prompt relevant to my current story I'm working on.

//warning for self-harm? Sort of. He's hurt himself by eating too fast.

A new, inexperienced pred desperately trying to devour his first prey. He's starving and impatient, but the prey tastes oh so good, he can't wait to get them down. To the point his jaw cracks open, dislocated from the rough treatment of shoveling prey into his maw. Still, he doesn't stop, hastily sucking down the prey much too quickly. His gullet stretches uncomfortablely, never has it eaten something so large before, and it feels like he's tearing apart. His stomach is no better, only the underlying satisfaction of a squirming meal to soothe the pain. In the end, the pred probably did more damage to himself than the prey... at least until digestion starts.