Commorisco - Latin for devour. Anthology of vore stories set in the Netherworld where Demons reign and humans tend to find themselves on the wrong end of a tasting menu. You are formally invited to attend.
I don't even remember how I found your Commorisco Club story, but I wanted to let you know that it was so good that it snapped me out of my "I don't /really/ like vore" denial, lol. I fully acknowledge that vore is Cool and Good, and I can't wait for the next chapter! Thanks so much :)
I am both equally thrilled and embarrassed. Thrilled because you had such a positive experience when reading it and embarrassed because I haven’t updated the story in so long.
I fully intend to keep going with it, though. I promise!
The air was ripe with their scent. An intoxicating mixture of sweat and blood that made him salivate at the mere thought of their eventual capture. He could practically taste them already and he swallowed the excessive saliva.
This is kind of a weird / goofy thing but as much as I love all of the vore and G/t bonding you've got going here, I think Gobbler is actually my favorite character of yours because of how fun his dialogue is to read. You put a lot of personality into this little two-bit toad-man and it's great!
I'm actually really proud of Gobbler! He's a fun goober.
New character! He’s a huge cyborg who has the ability to swallow people whole to transport them! He’s not allowed to digest them unless he’s been ordered to do so, but he enjoys it nonetheless and likes to tease his preys and scare them because he’s a disgusting jerk. He does however have a soft side to him. Sometimes.
I’m thinking of even turning this character into a persona for this blog, letting people submit questions and interactions for him. Let me know what you guys think!
A usually fatal pred with a soft spot for one particular prey. Countless others have met their end in his belly, but this prey likes to take naps in there. He's amazed every time at their bravery. They never seem to have any fear whatsoever, when it would be so easy to just let his belly churn them into meaty soup. It begins to concern him - not everyone else cares for them as much. Maybe he'll keep them in there a little longer for their protection next time.
A pred's S/O returns home to find him stuffed with a wriggling prey, lying down on a sofa or bed and trying to sleep through the assault on his insides. The S/O takes pity on him, settling down next to his belly and rubbing his belly in all the ways they know he likes. The pred falls asleep to their muttered praises as their hands rub circles over his taut middle, content and pain-free.
A pred who believes that truly, it should be considered an honor to be chosen as his meal. His prey, however, tend not to share his views. He enjoys himself thoroughly as they squirm and kick until there's no fight left in them, demanding they continue to entertain him until they can't anymore. Every time they settle down he rules them up again, shoving them into place or playing with his prey-filled belly. As they drift off into unconsciousness, finally exhausted and succumbing to the heat of his insides, he thanks them for the delicious - and entertaining - meal. Hopefully, they don't stick to his waistline - he has a figure to maintain.
Very short piece, barely 1k words. More of an update on their life as a naga’s familiar. Just something I wanted to get out of the way because I have other ideas for this line.
Content Warnings - soft/clean/safe vore, but the prey isn’t very willing. Second-person form.
Testing somethings out - monsterish pred and second-person prose.
Content Warnings - soft/safe/clean vore but some initial fearplay. Prompt responsible for this was ‘petplay’ and brain went “Heyyyy remember that endo familiar idea you had years back? Yeahhh, time to do the thing!”
Aww! Poor kids! Good thing Red's a nice guy, deep down. Also, glad that Penny told him off for scaring them like that. XD Hope he made it up to them somehow. :)
If ‘making it up to them’ by means of sometimes letting them win at checkers, then yes. lol
Hehe! Love the origin story for Penny and Red's friendship. I loved that she got Red to laugh twice with the magic trick & 'stick your tongue out and touch your forhead' joke. Glad she won him over. (Btw, does Red ever rescue humans without scaring and/or eating them, like what would he do if the human was a child?).
Red always plays the role of merciless predator. In his mind, he justifies this by telling himself that he isn’t going to kill them, so it’s okay to indulge. So, no he’s pretty much firm on the scaring tactic. It’s just a question to what degree. The hungrier he is at the moment of capture usually dictates how much he plays into it.
He actually had this happen when the twins popped through. They’re only 13 years old and when he caught one of them, he didn’t feel right eating a kid, even if it wasn’t for keeps. And then he caught the other one and was REALLY confused that there were two of them. So he altered his normal routine to just tease and scare them how he was gonna eat them later. Maybe keep ‘em for a while until they were a bit older and he could fatten them up a bit. Penny gave him such an earful when he got home.
“You’ll be on your own starting tomorrow,” said the portly fellow in the driver seat. Maynard was thirty something years Red’s senior and was mere days away from his retirement. He’d been shoved onto the man last minute with vague orders to show the newbie his beat and aquatint him with the idiosyncrasies of the department. “I’ve got a few things still to wrap up before the end of it. It’s not a hard assignment. Boring really. You’ll be glad of it at first, but believe me. It gets old fast.”
Eldridge Park was a middle class neighborhood on the west end of the city metro with its white marble apartment buildings and brownstone townhouses and tree lines streets. It was a nice place and crime was shockingly low so Red was more than a little disappointed to learn he’d been assigned to this particular precinct. He had hoped to be placed somewhere closer to the city center where they had actual crimes. Murders, arson, and armed robbery. Not petty larceny and littering. But he supposed it would look good on his record to have a year or two before jumping to another precinct.
“So, all I do is walk around the park in the middle of the night?” he asked flatly, looking out the window and then to Maynard.
“Not just the park, but that’s the better part of it,” Maynard replied. “It’s a big place, but don’t expect much real action. Worst I ever came across was a homeless fucker feeling up a girl on her way home from a late shift. Other then that, it’s just you and the humans.”
That got Red’s attention. “Humans?”
Maynard’s expression for the entirety of their shift thus far had been a placid neutrality leaning into boredom. But with this exchange, he looked at Red and grinned wickedly. “Oh yeah. Eldridge park is a hot spot.”
Red was no less enlightened. “So I’m going to be keeping hobos in check and arresting vermin.”
“You don’t arrest humans, kid,” Maynard said with a laugh. “Well, on the books we do. But there’s a lot of paperwork that goes with it, so none of us on this beat ever bother.”
“So, what do you do then?”
Maynard reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metal case. He flicked it open with one fat finger and pulled a cigarette out. Holding it between his teeth, he struck a match and lit it. Only after taking a long draw from it did he looked back at Red to answer him. “You eat them.”
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The night was cool and crisp against his face as Red followed Maynard through the traipsing paths of the park. It was dark, but the moon was full and they had no difficulty seeing their way. He watched Maynard’s movements, noting the way the older officer walked and where his head turned to look at certain areas of the park. Old habits he’d developed over an entire career and he as eager to know them.
“They’re not too dissimilar to dwarf, but not as sweet tastin’ as elves,” he was saying. “And not as fast either.”
“And the Chief's okay with us just...eatin’ up suspects like that?”
“Humans are an invasive species, kid,” he said. “They pop through these…cripes, what the hell are they called again. Black hole kind of things. The just pop out of nowhere from some other dimension or something. Rivers can explain the science to you if you really want, but for my purposes tonight, we just gotta catch one.”
“How many do you normally find?”
“As little as one a week to as much as eight. You probably won’t see more than two a shift at most. And you better be real hungry if you get three in one night or you’ll have to file the paperwork for the one when the other two are in your belly. And they make a racket too.”
Red wasn’t unfamiliar with eating creatures smaller than himself whole and alive. He was quite partial to Elf, but the wild ones were so expensive and the farm raised just didn’t taste as good. Dwarf was all well and good, but they tended to give him indigestion. Goblins were tolerable, but they always needed a good wash before being anywhere near edible and their skin was an odd texture. They were a bit of an acquired taste and one he never really developed, even if they were the cheapest of all live prey available on the market. But he would treat himself to wild Elf on his birthday or special occasions when he could justify the hit to his wallet.
He normally just stuck to sandwiches.
“If they’re so delicious, I wonder why no one’s tried to farm them,” Red wondered.
“Oh they’ve tried,” Maynard replied. “But they don’t reproduce as quick as other prey so the price of them once they reached eating size would be three times the price of top shelf wild Elf. That and most folks just see them as rats on two legs.”
Rev grinned. “More for us then.”
Maynard laughed and slapped the junior officer on the back. “That’s the spirit! Now, let’s see if we’ve got any biters.”
Red obligingly followed his senior officer as he left the main path walked towards a cloister of bushes. Settled inside the thicker portions of the shrubbery, he saw a metal cage. It was empty and had not been tripped. The metal was dark and blended amazingly well within the bushes. He’d only seen it when Maynard pushed aside the leaves and the metal had caught the moonlight.
“I’ve got a good many of these all set up in the park. I’ve got a map in the car of where each of them are. Most human pop through confused and disorientated and try to find small hidey-holes to rest in. Most mistake these cages for a safe little place to stow away.” He looked up and grinned at Red. “Easy lunch.”
Red only nodded, feeling rather curious now. He’d had a good breakfast and he wasn’t particularly hungry, he wouldn’t refuse a little treat. The checked seventeen more traps over the course of the next five hours and none of them had been tripped. Maynard was begging to get a little impatient.
“It’s the perfect night for one to pop through,” he was muttering bitterly. “Cold clear nights are a good sign you’re gonna find one. I still have three more traps to check. Come one, rookie.”
They hit pay-dirt at second to the last trap. Even from a good distance away. Maynard spotted the his trap had caught something and he gave a gleeful hoot and waddled excitedly over. Red jogged to keep pace and could not help but privately ponder to himself that if Maynard hadn’t spent so much of his shifts stuffing himself full of humans, maybe he would be so darn fat.
His attention was abruptly pulled back when there came a shrill cry. There was a small creature inside the metal contraption and he tried to get a good look at it, but Maynard’s fat hand was pawing at it as he tried to open it up. Red was about to offer his assistance when the fat officer let out a “Ha ha!” and he wretched the little metal door open and drew out the prize from inside. The human was a pale pink color and was wearing clothing that looked much the same as an ordinary person would and it looked almost silly to behold it. But he didn’t get much of a chance to study it before Maynard held it up to him.
“Consider it a ‘welcome to the team’ treat,” he said with an oily smile. “She’s a fighter, so probably best to get her down as quick as you can.”
“Let me go, fucking piece of shit, giant ass fuck!” The human was very unhappy and was thrashing against Maynard militant hold on her, but Red was able to smell the distinct scent of fear and her and despite his curiosity to look at her more, to study her, he was all at once rather peckish. Maynard chuckled and pressed the little body into Red’s hands. “Down the hatch, rookie.”
Red laughed, swallowing the excess saliva and tipped his head back as he brought the little human up in the same gesture.
“You can’t be fucking serious right now, dude. No way. No! Holy shit, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...don’t you fucking dare!”
He ignore the panicking mantra from his lunch and slipped her feet onto his tongue. There was a sweet burst of flavor very reminiscent of elf, but it quickly faded into the more deep savory flavor more along the lines of dwarf. Oh, humans were delicious! Complex in their taste and her skin was so smooth. No where near the leathery lumpy affair that was goblin. He hummed in pleasure as he fed her upper thighs into his mouth and gave his first swallow.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, PLEASE DON’T!” Her shrill voice brought him back to reality and his eyes focused in on her face. She trembled in abject terror and struggled as much as she could given her lower half was in his gullet and her top half was firmly being held by his large fingers. He found himself smiling. It was a cruel gesture, but it was instinctual and he relished in the letting the true predator side of himself lose. He wasn’t in a fancy restaurant or a cafe where he needed to mind his manners. This was wild and free and without rules. The true manifestation of what it meant to be the top of the food chain. And Gods did he love the feeling...
He swallowed again and brought the girl’s torso into his mouth. He closed his lips around her neck and let go of her, letting her hang inside him and wiggle as much as she might. She was thicker bodied than an elf, but taller than a dwarf. A perfect middle ground of the two. He felt her little hands pressing against his lips and he almost laughed when one of her hands slipped and ended up slapping his gums. He supposed he’d tortured her enough and gulped hard twice in quick succession, sucking her down into his gullet and sending her on her way down to his belly.
He breathed deeply now that his airways weren’t blocked and he looked to Maynard with an almost fanatical grin.
“Told you,” he said simply. “Tasty little fuckers, huh?”
“Fuck,” was all Red could manage. The human had spilled out into his belly and was now making all her complaints and protestations known by kicking and punching his insides. Such treatment was usually why he did not often partake in dwarf, but the human was no where near as strong and her strikes tickled more than anything. They were actually rather pleasant and he found himself licking his lips, trying to get one last taste of her.
Maynard laughed loudly, watching his junior partner’s sagging belly bounce and wiggle with his lunch’s frantic movements. He reached out and slapped it playfully. “How’d you like your first human, Red?”
“I think I’m a convert,” he replied, wiping the drool off the corners of his mouth.
………………………..
The human did not stop her squirming for the remainder of his shift. But by the time he slipped through his apartment door, roughly an hour later, she had gone quite and he figured she had finally succumbed to his stomach and would soon digest away like his other live meals. Though, he had to admit she had lasted a good while in there. He was almost impressed.
He pulled off his coat and shirt and sat down on his bed to pull off his boots. The maneuver required him to lean down over his own bulging belly and as he pulled off his first boot he heard it. A soft whimpering. And a voice. “..fucking stupid way to die...so fucking hot in here...can’t breathe for shit...smells like ass...”
Red started to laugh and that seemed to offend his lunch enough to spur her into one last kicking fit accompanied by a cry of, “YOU’RE A FAT FUCKING ASS HAT!”
He sat back up and looked down at his belly. “Well if I’m fat, you’re to blame.”
He wasn’t sure if her abrupt silence meant she had passed out or was too surprised to that he spoke to her to reply back. But then she did answer him.
“COUGH ME UP YOU FUCKER! YOU CAN’T GO AROUND EATING PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE YOU FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT!”
Red patted his belly, amused. “Funny you say that. Because I’m pretty sure I just did.”
She kicked him, lower than before and he winced. She’s struck a kidney or something.
“Dude!” she yelled again, but her voice had lost the volume. “Please, just...please let me out...”
“Why?” he asked, rubbing his gut in an almost affectionate manner.
“Because I don’t want to be your fucking food!”
“And yet, you are in my belly. Where food normally goes.”
“That was your mistake, not mine!” He was grinning. He’d never even spoken to his food before. More so because he didn’t speak elvish and the dwarf accents were so hard to understand that he just never bothered. And he wasn’t even sure Goblins had a real language. It was a pleasant change of pace.
“Tell you what, morsel,” he said, his voice low and almost growling. “If you can give me one reason why I should swap you out for the cold sandwich in my fridge, I’ll let you out.”
The human was silent for a moment. “...you promise?”
“Sure. I promise.”
“Like...pinkie swear and shit?”
“Well, I can’t exactly do a pinkie swear with you in there so...”
“Symbolic pinkie swear then!”
“Okay. Symbolic pinkie swear. You just have to convince me you’re worth more alive then as lunch.”
After several moments, he felt the human suddenly shift. “Magic!” she said. “I can do magic!”
That got Red’s attention and eyed his belly dubiously. “Really now?”
“Yup! I can do magic.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I can’t show you from inside your fucking stomach now can I?!”
Red stood up and walked to the kitchen. He flicked the light on and went to the sink. “OK. I’ll bring you out and you can do your magic, but I warn you now morsel. If you’re lying, I’m gobbling you back up and this time...” he paused. “I might just bite a little.”
It was surprisingly difficult to push his food back up once he’d swallowed it. Putting his fingers down his throat didn’t really do much other than make him wretch and his stomach clench. Which the human really did not appreciate. After the fourth failed attempt, he was ready to say fuck it and just go sit and watch TV until his belly finished her off. But he was genuinely curious now and he was spurred on more by annoyance and stubbornness than anything.
“Should...should I...like...help?” the human asked tentatively.
Red growled. “Might be nice.”
He tried one more time was shocked when he felt the warm lump push up into his esophagus. Once it had a good hold on the human, the rest went much more smoothly and after only a few moments, he felt her push up from the back of his throat and her little hands were grabbing onto his tongue and trying to pry herself out. He opened his mouth and plucked her from inside, pulling her from his jaws and setting her down onto the counter. She wobbled on her feet before falling hard onto her knees, too weak and disorientated to remain standing. Her skin was flushed and red from where his stomach acids had began to burn her and he felt a soft pang of guilt. It looked like it hurt. But he steeled himself and looked down at her with a frown.
“Alright, human. Let’s see this amazing magic of yours.” He knew some Elves could do magic and most fairies, but he had never seen any of it. Maynard hadn’t said anything about humans being able to perform magic, so maybe only some could?
The human held up both her hands, showing him the back and her palms as though to prove she held nothing. She presented the back of one hand, the thumb bent inward and used her other hand to place the tip of her other thumb so it aligned with the profile of its fellow, index finger and middle finger bent over to hide the gap. She slid the hand with the tip of her thumb visible back and forth as though she meant it as an impressive deed and the clapped her hands together and presented them both. Each hand still in possession of their thumbs.
It was a parlor trick. A silly hand illusion to trick simple minded children that one could sever the tip of the thumb and magically reattach it with a simple wave of their hands. And almost as though to add insult to injury, the human finished their performance with a tired sounding, “Ta da.”
Red starred, expecting more and when the little human only starred back, he realized that he had been had. There was no magic. Just a magic trick, an illusion and it should have angered him. It should have made him furious and he should have devoured the wretched little liar right then and there…
...but instead he started to laugh. Loudly. He leaned back against the opposite counter and covered his face as the laughter turned into a fit of giggles and when he peeked between his fingers at the human, who was now looking at him with a fearful uneasiness, his laughter was renewed. It an absurd bargain she had made with him, betting her very life on the idea he might be impressed by such a paltry little showing. It was stupid and reckless and oddly...brave.
“S-so...” her shivering voice brought him back. “So...are you going to...let me go?”
He composed himself and regarded the little creature for a long moment and then said, “No.”
She scowled at him. “I knew it! You’re a fucking liar!”
He scoffed. “Me? What about you? That wasn’t magic.”
“It was a magic trick,” she replied firmly. “I just omitted a word. I didn’t lie.”
“Well, in any case I didn’t say I’d let you go,” he replied with a smug grin. “I said I would let you out. Never mentioned anything about releasing you or even that I wouldn’t be putting you back in later.”
The human’s scowl was gone and she bite her lip. As she began to scoot back across the counter, she started shaking in fear again. “Fucking liar...”
Red watched her shake and tremble, easily imagining she thought he meant to eat her then and there and he wasn’t in too much of a hurry to assure her of the contrary. He was having fun.
“I didn’t lie,” he purred as he loomed over her.
“You said all I needed to do was convince you I was worth more alive,” she spat, tears falling down her face now.
“And do you feel like you sufficiently did that?”
“I made you laugh,” she retorted. “Like...a lot. That should count for something, right?”
She was bargaining again, Red mused. “It was amusing, but if that’s all...”
“I didn’t say it was all,” the human snapped back. “I have more.”
Red regarded her with a flat, unimpressed look. “Oh do tell...”
“I can stick my tongue out and touch my forehead.”
Red blinked and his confused silence seemed to give the human the impression he was waiting for her display the odd quirk. But all she did was stick her tongue out at him and...touch her forehead with the index finger of her right hand.
Almost involuntarily, Red smiled and started to laugh again. He paced around the kitchen for a moment and then out into the hall before doubling back into the kitchen, laughing all the while. The human had taken his momentary absence as a chance to hide, but his kitchen countered were sparse and there were only two places to hide. Behind the toaster or inside the bread box. He could see the toaster well enough to know she was not there so he flipped open the box to see the human trying to hide under the remaining half loaf of bread. He chuckled at her and reach inside to pull her out.
She fought, but had grown very weak and could not do much of anything but smack his hand and kick her feet. “Please...please don’t kill me...”
He looked at the human and found that he didn’t want to eat her again. Not because she was not appetizing or that he wasn’t hungry, but she had succeeded in her original task; To convince him she was worth more than being his lunch. She was far too amusing a creature to sacrifice to his belly.
“I’m not going to eat you,” he said and watched her study him as though trying to figure out if she should believe him. “You’ve won your bargain, human. Congratulations.”
She sucked in a breath and shuddered, fat tears rolling down her face. “You’re not lying?”
“Nah,” he replied. “You’re a funny little thing. Might be worth keeping you around for a laugh.”
She held out her hand, little pinkie extended. “Pinkie promise.”
He eyed her. “We already did.”
“Real pinkie promise,” she said. “Promise that you aren’t lying and you won’t eat me ever again.”
He rolled his eyes, but obligingly offered his own pinkie of his free hand to her. “Fine, I promise I am not lying to you and I will not eat you ever again.” Their different sizes made it an awkward exchange, but the little human seemed satisfied enough. He sat back down on the counter and once she was standing under her own power, he grinned at her and licked his lips. “I make no such promises about eating any other humans though.”
She gaped at him, horrified. “Dude!”
He laughed and then asked, “Have a name, human? Or should I keep calling your morsel?”
I totally fell for Red and Penny in Good Chase. LOVE that cruel pred that turns out to be a gruff good boy, and his relationship with penny is really sweet and wholesome seeming. They seem to respect eachother, and I just loved that story!!!!!
Thank you! I’m partial to those types of preds myself. Those who act all mean and scary and then at the last minute turn nice and chill.
I had chapter one of NDCC saved in my drafts for a bit and I finally read it. I came here expecting good simple demon vore story. Instead you've got me feeling for these characters and crying over Valerie. Normally I skip songs in fics but then I realized it was Shallow and there went the flood gate.
I’m glad you’re enjoying it! Every time I try to just write a straight simple story, I end up with a multi-chapter behemoth and character arcs. lol
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