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[21 | him/they] I block minors and ageless/ambiguous age profiles. This is an adult space.

[clownhoodieguy]

Vore, the mention of it, and potentially images/reblogs of it will be on here, this account will be 18+, regardless on your opinion on the sexuality of it.

This is not a safe space for minors, go away.

[clownhoodieguy]

Deeply sleeping inside of your predator friend's gut, when they move very suddenly, jostling you awake. You let out a sharp gasp, but before you can say anything, a gentle pressure pushes you back into the soft folds of your friend's stomach.

"Sorry, forgot you were there...", they had gotten so comfortable with you in there, that they'd forgotten that they ate you in the first place. A slow, soothing rubbing motion makes your eyes heavy, and before you know it, you're asleep again.

[clownhoodieguy]

Prey that makes wanting to be eaten their whole personality (you know the type), but as soon as they're actually confronted by a famished predator, they suddenly get cold feet and attempt to flee.

Of course they're not very fast, they were always so sure they wanted to be a meal, so why bother training agility? Now their quiet, muffled pleas are being drowned out by a loud, active stomach :3 (not getting digest though, just filling the pred's ravaging stomach until they find a real meal)

[carnivoreus]

i feel like there is something intrinsically wrong with me as a person but at least i can think about vore

[ink-the-artist]

lmao get eaten idiot

[clownhoodieguy]

I know it's kind of a terrible idea and probably awful of my psyche, but oral safe vore is my safe space I'll always go to.

[clownhoodieguy]

Goat anthros are such easy prey. All you gotta do is spook them, then they freeze up and fall over like a cardboard cutout!

The secret to making them relax again is to press them against your body, then whisper sultry teasings into their ear~

[clownhoodieguy]

Fuck it, I'm just gonna finish this idea, even though it makes me feel like a creep. It's all fantasy comfort stuff anyway!

I got an idea for predator gangs. No hierarchies, everyone gets their turn to devour some prey, it's done for the fun of the game, like fishing to catch and release.

You got your scout, a single, smaller predator that appears weak or harmless. They stalk their prey openly and brazenly. They'll get close, chat up their prey, discern information from them, lure the prey into ambushes.

Then there's the grunts of the group. Bigger, stronger, scarier. Less trustworthy than a scout, they're the trappers and chasers. They corner, chase down and pin the prey after they've been lured into an ambush or trap.

Those are the two main groups, there's a bunch of other jobs within the group, like social media management, networking, PR. It's like a predator mafia, of sorts.

Anyway, you can see how talking about an organized stalking ring made me sort of freak out >w>

[clownhoodieguy]

Ughk... If I were to ever end up in a stomach, I would decompress and deflate like a punctured tire. I need it, it would mend my very being.

[clownhoodieguy]

Some prey don't travel very well, they may be anxious, easily overstimulated, carsick, afraid of flying, scared of deep bodies of water. Everyone's got their reason, and a good work around, is to shut out all of their senses.

Of course, I'm suggesting that prey is stored away within another passenger's stomach. Be they a friend they went on board with, or an unoccupied stranger, it's a good work around to allow prey to comfortably, and safely travel where they need to go.

Besides, a stomach is far, far softer than those dreaded bus seats~

[clownhoodieguy]

The problem with writing unwilling vore scenarios and fics is that is sounds like actual stalker fantasy shit, which it kind of is, but it's different!!!... Somehow...

I just feel weird and gross for writing that stuff and I don't wanna come off as a creep :(

[clownhoodieguy]

There is no place safer than a dragon's second stomach. If your dragon pred can't control their stomach acids, pop an acid resistance potion, and slip into their digestion stomach. There's a layer of thick muscle, a dense cap of fat, tough hide and hardened scales between you and the outside world. It's like a tank that loves and cares about you, and gives you intense massages!

[bigboss--bignaturals]

You know how humans are persistence hunters? How, way back in the days of our earliest ancestors, we used to just tail an animal as it keeps fleeing over and over until it’s too tired to run anymore?

Imagine that but with a pred following their prey, constantly shadowing them so that they can’t rest for more than a moment. Any rest they do get is woefully brief, short enough to let them catch their breath but not enough to regain their stamina.

Sooner or later the pred catches up to their poor little prey, gasping and wheezing and too exhausted to run, to get up from where they’ve collapsed, leaving them unable to do anything but whimper when they feel something warm and slimy drag over the back of their neck…

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

[clownhoodieguy]

This is what I'm all about. Hunted to exhaustion, left helpless as your toyed with and tasted, the anticipation would be exhilarating.

[clownhoodieguy]

Laying on my stomach within someone else's stomach, kicking my feet and humming to myself while I stare at an incomplete vore story draft for the next 30 minutes.

[clownhoodieguy]

I yearn for the stomach like I'm homesick, like I belong there. I also belong in a padded room. You know what else is like a padded room? :)

[clownhoodieguy]

You know that kind of overwhelming sleepiness you get while your lay your head on the bus's window? Bet that's what it's like to be in a swaying stomach. Eyelids falling like lead, slouching to either side of the stomach, and letting the cacophony sensations send you off to sleep.

[clownhoodieguy]

Getting backed into a corner by a predator couple, snatched up by one and fed to the other, then taken to their home to be teased and squeezed.

The anticipation from being backed into a corner, the excitement and bliss of being devoured, left to the whims of an intensely vorny couple.