Adult, Minors DNI please (read pinned)
Being upfront, this is an account for someone interested in vore. There's something oddly comforting about the idea of being surrounded by a wall of flesh, the pred slowly comforting their prey as both relax in each other's embrace. You probably won't see me post much, aside from short stories I write.
I do also accept vore-related fandom asks as well!
Hi! I'm just a humble vore blog who likes writing on the side. Not much too it, other than the fact that this is solely dedicated to vore-related content.
I can accept requests, just see here! And if you want to track when I've sent in something, here's my Tag List.
However, I do have a strict MDNI / Minors do not interact policy. If you're below 18, please don't comment, like, etc. Reading's fine since I don't know how I can stop you from doing that, but please; don't interact with me. You shouldn't be dependent on an adult's attention, and I shouldn't be dependent on a minor's. Thanks.
What I Like:
Same size, G/T, or even T/G vore. Size doesn't particularly matter to me. Even if the last one does cause the tum-tum to stretch more, there's something so unrealistic that it makes my brain go weird. As long as it's not painful, I like it.
Any gender X Any Gender. I don't particularly care about that stuff as well. It's just people eating each other in a way, why bother about that?
Robot / Mechanical Preds. In some sense, it's a mobile home, right? Can't say I understand the appeal more than that, but it'll grow on me.
Anthro / Most Monster Pred / Prey. Often times, monsters are given larger stomachs or are small enough to be devoured. Still, there are specific preferences I have.
Human Pred / Prey. Ditto as Anthro honestly.
What I love:
Slime Vore. This was... probably my interest in slimes in general. I like how soft they are, how you can easily fall into them and let them just... surround you.
Naga / Mermaid Vore. Both of these creatures have tails, thus allowing them to fit prey relatively comfortably. It's nice imagining the feeling of being stuffed inside a large meaty tail, letting its heat melt your bones.
Oral Vore. It's how I got started and I still like it to this day. There's such a lengthy process where you have to keep going down someone's throat, slowly curling up inside a soft stomach.
Soul Vore. Hits the same itches as Slime Vore. The idea of someone's soul merging with yours and both acting in tandem... it's appealing for me. Side note: the souls are still maintained and have consciousnesses. The most apt comparison would be a ghost possessing someone else, though in this case, merging with another person.
Soft / Safe / Non-Fatal Vore. Yes, 100%. I love the idea of being comforted where neither suffer.
Dream Vore. To elaborate, this is where the vore occurs in a dream.
And lastly...
If you are a minor, then please avoid engaging with me specifically. You can read any of my content, but know that I am not equipped nor responsible enough to teach you how to manage the internet. Just know that your feelings are validated by others and that there are safe ways to explore these desires.
Oh right, and I'll start listing out my works here:
Original Works:
Nomvember 2025: A03 / Wattpad
A simple collection of stories I made for Nomvember 2025. It's unfinished, but hey, I tried.
Salted Semblance: A03 / Tumblr
A story between a mermaid and a human.
Fan Works:
Culinary Delight: A03 / Tumblr
A story that features Chara and Frisk from Undertale. Both nom each other, and are adults in this story. It's a bit short and sweet.
Hello there! I hope you're doing well and have a great day! ^^
Before I send my request, are you comfortable with writing FNAF vore and Michael Afton as a pred?
Sure! Only remaining factor is who you want to be the prey and what scenario you're imagining.
Though I am going to point out that I'm setting up commissions now for people who want to make requests. As in, it's still going to cost something if you want to go through with this. I do at least want to stick by this rule as I'm just starting out.
If you're here, you're one of two things: a follower, or someone who's here from a commission page. Well, no matter!
For submitting a request, it's really as simple as writing what you want, which lets me go from there! However, I will need reference sheets and the like if you're using your own character. Links or images will do.
If you want to request a commission, check out my Ko-Fi page! Linked here!
Here's what I'm comfortable writing and taking requests for:
Any gender x any gender
Comfort or Safe vore
Romantic or Platonic
Same size
Size difference (on either end!)
Any sapient species
As well, here is what I'm strictly uncomfortable with:
Any vore that involves permanent or semi-permanent death. Where death will be defined as 'cease to exist' no matter how long that state of being is. Absorption's fine! So long as they can separate. (Note: If this is intended to be a work of horror, then I can make leeway for it.)
Dubious Consent / No Consent. This one feels obvious, honestly. Also includes any sort of 'ferality' on either side.
Sibling vore. Too close for comfort.
Sex.
Kid's Media. If the origin of where it came from is for kids, then it's going to be a hard no; sorry, but I don't want to risk it here.
Racism / Sexism and others like it: Again, feels like this goes without saying.
Minors involved in any way.
Objectification / Belittlement
Nudity. Also applies for Anal / Genitalia Vore. I just do not understand the appeal of these.
Real Person Fiction. Far, far, far too icky for me.
Other people's OCs. No, absolutely not. No way. If you don't own the OC and don't have permission, then don't use them.
There are also some media that is off limits due to personal discomfort. Citing them here (and expect this list to expand:)
@ieatmacbooks @aciddbandyeentrio @just-a-casual-larker @a-lil-bit-weird @unliterary-nonsense @tiresiasdaughterofhades @thesightofthestarsmakemesmile @arsy-the-apollo-kiddo @angel-dust-poisoned @killer-offical @kirapjo0818 @touakicatsss @im-bad-at-names-okay @inv3stigat0r @lilspark-offical @official--offical @singapore-offical @snail-offical @s7nnydrop-flower @odysseus--offical @gweenusweirddog @breadcrumb-offical @strawberry-offical I just started tagging as many people as I can come up with
Nervous preds that need to make 120% sure their partner is willing. No, not just willing, that they actually want it too. It isnt enough that they are just safe, they need to be comfortable too.
Even if pred wants to eat their partner, they would never ever do so, no matter how hungry they were unless they know full well there partner is on board without the slightest bit of doubt.
... I just got the best idea ever but I lack the money and knowledge to do this... So if anyone has the money and knowledge for this feel free to use my idea...
It's a sleeping bag with a mechanic inside the fabric that works like a stomach, from the movements, the fabric is breathable and also comfy...its also weighted... and the color outside is discreet so no one knows what it's actual purpose is...inside the sleeping bag the fabric is very much like the synthetic fabric but without the cold and it doesn't let light inside. Outside the fabric is normal colored. The mechanic is very silent and Bluetooth headphones can be used.
Imma work on a blueprint.. so if you like to work on this design and make my idea a reality.. feel free to ask me so I can send you even more detailed blueprints... all rights of the designs will belong to me and you must credit me for this because that's my original idea.
wait what?! Someone already had that idea... Okay, imma scrap the whole idea. I don't want anyone to die because of this.... Holy shit, I didn't though about this flaw...
What do you mean "choked softly in their dreams"? How tf does someone choke softly in their dreams?
(going to ask for the source on that, @sarah-the-furnace)
anyways, it feels like the biggest issue to avoid is a Springtrap situation where the whole thing compresses in on itself, and uh... yeah. While still trying to keep that squeezing motion. Maybe there could be arm straps or something? the less moving parts there are the better admittedly, but yeah.
also heat death might be a problem, don't want someone suffocating because it gets too hot. maybe some additional air flow would help.
really, this seems like designing a weighted / heated blanket carefully enough
“Really?” Ingrid asks as she cuddles against Helynsia’s back, nibbling on her neck.
“Really,” Helynsia continues, leaning back into the mermaid as the salty air continues to brush over them both. “She wanted to show off her trophies to woo me.”
“So, what’d you do?”
“I saw them; the repertoire of hunts was impressive. Though we just weren’t a match; also because she tried to kidnap me.”
“Did you gouge her eyes out?”
“No! … I did freeze her hand though.”
“Mmm,” Ingrid answers, stomach starting to growl with anticipation. At this, Helynsia tilted her head and started to stroke Ingrid’s neck.
“Hungry?” the aquamaid teases.
Ingrid pouts and sputters before shutting up as Helynsia offered her hands, planting them directly into the mermaid’s mouth. Having no choice (and no desire to do otherwise), Ingrid started to greedily swallow, drinking in the companionship… Ok, is it really ‘companionship’ when you’re eating your companion?
The distinction didn’t matter much for the two girlfriends as the mermaid showed the aquamaid her temporary residence, tucking the rest of Helynsia’s arms in her deep throat. She could feel the way Helynsia’s warmth tingled as she continued to be submerged within the mermaid, the smell of butter again allowing the mermaid to lose herself. Though, Ingrid could smell some cold magic too; Helynsia was using her water-repellent hair charm spell again. Considering how her stomach was, that wasn’t the most unreasonable idea. In fact, Ingrid had some tricks she later planned to show Helynsia, if there was time during this night. Perhaps the same techniques used for her braids would apply to her well-groomed afro.
Helynsia giggled as the mermaid continued to devour and contain her, choosing to keep her within a warm and pulsing home for this night. A part of Helynsia wished this could be for the entire night, but she knew she had to come back home at some point – if only to eat and such. For now, it was better to not resist as she was swallowed beneath the waves of a rolling tongue.
It wasn’t long before Helynsia’s head was tucked away next, though the swallowing process didn’t matter to her; she sat along for the ride as she was squeezed and shifted, walls squelching as she continued to descend. Ingrid finished gulping her feet, leaving no more trace of the aquamaid on the outside. On the inside? It was a different story altogether.
Ingrid affectionately rubbed her stomach before diving straight into the water, the sea welcoming the duo with open arms. Ingrid again turned her stomach translucent as Helynsia continued to stare at the open sea, again marveling at a realm she was only a passenger to. Had the concept of a submarine existed, Helynsia would compare her journey to a diver. Alas, as her knowledge of sea travel extended to relatively primitive ships, Helynsia thought of Ingrid as a private ship with only space for one passenger who’d be treated as a prized session.
Though naturally, this passenger would be pampered; she saw the items Ingrid had saved for her this time around; some coral as well as a few shells that Helynsia quickly adorned her hair with. Ingrid had even left a little seaweed wrap, one that the aquamaid quickly swapped out with her current hair wrap. It was even perfectly dry too; as each day passed, she was starting to resemble more and more like a denizen of the sea. Even her coworker had asked her about it once, after Helynsia accidentally brought a shell pin on her chest.
Seems like the mermaid was dragging her down in more ways than one. However, Helynsia wouldn’t ever throw away the rope that currently tied the two of them together. Ingrid sang beautifully as she swam, the chorus soothing Helynsia as she slowly began to feel sleepy within the stomach of the lover.
“Wish we could always do this.”
“We do though?” Ingrid pointed out; they had done this, well, song and swallow for a few weeks by now. Ingrid would take Helynsia out to sea for a couple of hours, Helynsia would return, sleep, go back to work, and the cycle would repeat.
“I just want to sleep in you tonight,” Helynsia admitted.
Ingrid froze. Should she… not tell the aquamaid? No, of course she should, what was she saying? It’s rather, would Helynsia be able to accept the sweet lie she had been under?
“Ingrid,”Helynsia soothed, turning her palms ice cold as she stroked the inside of Ingrid’s stomach. “I trust you. The worst you’ve done was abduct me from the sea as I was drowning, you know.”
“And stalking.”
“Please, I know you’re trying to distract from it.”
“Well…” Ingrid admitted, “You could stay in me for tonight.”
“... There’s a but?”
“What? No, why are you thinking about my butt?”
“Hah,” the aquamaid sighs exasperatedly. “I meant the conjunction.”
“The…?”
“‘and’, ‘or’, ‘but’ – those are conjunctions. I already know you have a fine butt, it just doesn’t have any power over me.” After hearing that, it was relieving; it was nice knowing that Helynsia hadn’t ever fallen for Ingrid’s physical charms.
So maybe she could tell her.
“You could stay with me tonight,” Ingrid admitted. “You always could.”
“Still not hearing the but.”
“But you’ll become like me.”
Helynsia followed up: “‘like you’?”
“A mermaid.”
“Oh.”
“You’d still be able to have legs! Just… you’d be able to breathe underwater and stuff. Swim.”
“I fail to see the downside.”
“It’s just… you’re changing! If you do this! I don’t want to hurt you! I want to tell you! If I did this, I… I don’t know if I could live with it.”
Helynsia thought about it.
She merely shrugged; the decision was obvious.
“Yeah, I’d like to be a mermaid.” Besides, all that would really change is being able to swim and breathe underwater… albeit needing some guidance.
“Are you sure?”
“Do you want to spend your life with me?”
“...But what if we break up?”
“Seriously?”
“Ok, I die. Or get captured. Or go missing,” Ingrid continues. “I just… don’t get it. How can you throw away your life for someone you’ve only met for a month?”
“... It’s not life,” Helynsia corrected.
“Hm?” Ingrid asks, resting her palms on her stomach. Helynsia remained tempted for a brief moment, until remembering what she needed to say.
“It’s just drifting,” she explained. “Drifting through life without having any real purpose. You keep existing, doing your tasks, without… anything meaningful. I hate my day job. I want something else. And eating raw-fish is a new experience.”
“... If it means anything, I find that the stuff I grab tends to give some money. And we do have a place for people like you.”
“Right, and nothing you’ve said really interferes with my job aside from maybe showering so I don’t smell too bad. My point’s proven and I don’t have much to latch on here as a human. Now what do I need to do?”
“... Sleep,” Ingrid answers, still hesitant as fear creeps in her voice.
“...Ingrid?”
“Yes?”
“If… if you don’t want to transform me, you don’t have to. I don’t want to force you doing this transformation. But, if you want my permission… I will. I’m giving it.”
“Thanks,” Ingrid continued, starting to tear up a bit. The unapproachable siren she had been known as, the long-braided one who kept her distance; it seems like Ingrid would finally cast that name off her. She’d be someone else, living her life with a woman she had known for a year or so. A very kind and gentle (and strong) woman who always seemed to know what to say. (What? Kind women are cool. And strong women too. Both are good.)
“How does this work, anyhow?”
“It’s a bit, like… we combine? Or, more that my blood mixes with yours.”
“Huh, like soul-mixing.”
“Sorry?”
“Oh, it’s common for us to modify our own bodies at a soul-level.”
“How?” Ingrid also wanted to ask why humans would do this to their own kind as well, but now somehow seemed like an inappropriate time.
“Supposedly to make our bodies pure and holy. My parents never went through with that. Some people go through with it as a way to forcibly awaken their magic. … Awful consequences.”
“You’re still beautiful,” Ingrid purrs.
“Appreciate the praise, why bring that up now?” Helynsia asks.
“Well, they just wouldn’t have understood what makes you you! If they changed you then, it wouldn’t be your choice.”
Helynsia nods: “Acceptable answer.”
“What result did I get, professor?”
“F.”
“F for Fantastic?”
“Failure for eating your teacher,” Helynsia teases, getting the both of them to giggle.
“Well, if I’m your teacher, then you get an C!”
“For careless?”
“For being the most Comforting person in the whole sea,” Ingrid praises, continuing to hug her girlfriend with her arms and tail.
“Alright alright,” Helynsia laughs off. “How long is this process, precisely?”
“A few hours, it’ll take effect around morning. You’ll still be able to talk and I can hear you! You just can’t really move, if that’s ok.”
“Alright,” Helynsia sighs, shifting around as she pressed herself into the depths of the tender tail muscles. “Wake me up later, when you’re able.”
“Mhm,” Ingrid nods, not needing sleep. The moon shone over the two, seeming to highlight the little contours on her stomach – the sign that Helynsia was resting. Hours passed as Ingrid continued to swim through the vast blue, now with the companion she’d find herself with for life. Ingrid couldn’t deny it; she was scared. She was scared that in some way, she was hurting Helynsia. She had not told a lie or a mistruth; everything she had said was genuine and was meant with good intentions. Yet… there was that nagging fear. The fear that maybe she left something out, forgot it in fact.
But for Helynsia, she’d do anything. As desperate as Helynsia was for love, Ingrid reflected that she herself may have been far far worse. It was a miracle, quite frankly, she had fallen for someone so lovesick.
Yet, is that not what life is? A series of miracles that just so happen to align to make our current reality – at this, Ingrid was able to calm herself. It was the exact thing Helynsia had said only days ago – albeit in the context of a fish jumping straight up from the water, only to be hit by a spare plank and landing straight into a hungry seagull’s mouth. … Ok, maybe it was better not to compare her companion to food, but the rest of the message still stood! Just like the cool scales now against her stomach…
Scales?
Ingrid rapidly shook her stomach, Helynsia now awake. She stammered and yawned, now unable to feel her legs. Casually glancing down, she saw the thick illustrious tail that had replaced them; a bright icy-teal shade adorned the lower half of her body. As Ingrid regurgitated Helynsia, she also caught sight of Helynsia’s newly found beauty.
If it wasn’t for Helynsia recovering from the effects, she’d kiss her right then and there. Though, what mattered first was getting the floundering mermaid to learn how to swim.
“There there,” Ingrid assures, lightly touching Helynsia’s back. The new mermaid looked to her elder, before relaxing herself and going with the waves; Ingrid, somehow, didn’t need to say anything. It was as natural as flying through air for Helynsia; that is, it was still awkward and felt like she was perpetually falling, but she was falling with control over herself. Ingrid continued to cheer as Helynsia continued to get the hang of it, her afro now shining like a black pearl.
Though, there was one place Helynsia would rather be. She looked over to Ingrid, their eyes locking as they instantly realized what was about to be done.
Ingrid giggles one more time before putting Helynsia’s warm and delectable hands in her mouth, savoring every tender moment the two were spending with each other. Ingrid takes a hearty gulp, the wrists of the now-crowned aqua-mermaid going under. Next would be the arms, followed by the head. Shoulders, chest, stomach, waist – all of these went down with a clean gulp, a swallow infused with the flavor of the salty sea.
What was new was the tail; her long and slender tail that served as a wonderful cold refreshment for the warm vessel now inside her. It was like taking an ice cube to go with your drink; Ingrid took pleasure as she gulped down the lower fin of Helynsia, letting the aquamaid back into her residence. The original mermaid sighed, knowing that she’d have to leave fairly soon anyhow.
“Oh,” Helynsia adds, “I managed to get off work!”
Ingrid’s eyes twinkled. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me!”
random thought -- do you think Monika from DDLC would like vore?
genuinely, part of her biggest fear is being lonely or by herself. Knowing that someone else is always with her and that she can feel them inside, confirming that they're always with her, that they'll just be with her... I can see it.
Also:
"Like, imagine a monster that devours you whole because it enjoys the sensation of you struggling for your life while being digested. ... I'm not a monster or anything, but you're so cute I could eat you up." (Spicy conversation)
After all, I've found myself attracted to some pretty weird stuff, too..." (Character Archetype conversation. Probably means type of people, but hey! We're allowed our own thoughts here.)
Helynsia huffed, approaching the docs not with any fish, but herself. As she ran, she contemplated her own situation; she never imagined that she’d be feeding herself to a mermaid. Though again, was it really ‘feeding herself’ if she trusted the person?
Any aficionado of women eating each other (like her coworker) would tell her the obvious; it was. It absolutely was. This creature-
Helynsia paused; she didn’t want to keep referring to Ingrid as just ‘some creature’. If she wanted to go out with her, then Ingrid should be referred to by her very own name.
Urgh, but was she really about to go out with a sea creature that could kill her at any moment?! Someone that she’d have to repeatedly pray towards so she wouldn’t become prey?! Helynsia dropped an ice dagger onto the docks and kicked it with the side of her shoe. She watched it skip across the water, bouncing a couple of times before finally sinking. Helynsia kept huffing, mind as muddled as the waves crashing against the shore.
And amongst the muddle lay some deep blue scales. Familiar scales, ones that came with a familiar face that rose from the water. The salted substance clung to the mermaid’s violet box-braids, wrapped around her neck rather than flowing freely. Rather than say anything, Ingrid weakly waved hi; Pausing, Helynsia naturally waved back, noticing the deep webbing between Ingrid’s fingers.
Helynsia coughed into her mouth: “Did those pirates from yesterday bother you?”
Ingrid merely shook her head, starting to approach the dock slowly. Like a shark testing the waters and avoid scaring its prey before they could run away.
Yet, Helynsia didn’t want to run away yet. She couldn’t. Her mind and body screamed for her to stay, with her heart panicking as it pumped the deadly concoction of fear and love through her veins. She took a step forward, approaching the edge of the pier as Ingrid did the same.
As they reached the edge, Helynsia sat down as Ingrid rose to meet her; not quite coming out of the water, but everything above her waist had to count for something. Helynsia caught herself staring at Ingrid’s stomach, wondering just how she felt inside; was it warm? Soft?
Did Ingrid feel the same way about her?
Though before that, Ingrid jumped up to the dock, again curling her tail around Helynsia’s legs. The two, tangled against one another, rested for a few minutes on the dock before saying anything. They just let the seagulls soar past, cawing as loudly as they usually did.
“Sorry,” Ingrid apologizes, nuzzling Helynsia’s neck like the first time they had met.
“...It was nice,” Helynsia admitted. She wasn’t quite sure what prompted her to say that; Ingrid had the same reaction from the way she froze up. Trying to ignore the tension Helynsia stroked her… friend’s stomach? Were they just friends now???
Did Helynsia want to take a chance at love again?
She looked down at Ingrid’s warm and inviting lips, stationary as the salt in the air lingered in between them. Neither of them spoke a word as Helynsia pulled Ingrid up, their faces and button-noses now touching. All Helynsia did was twist her head and start to kiss the open-mouthed beauty.
Ingrid did the same, pushing Helynsia back as the two fell onto the docks and Ingrid held Helynsia tight as she could; Ingrid, however, was starving.
… Oh, how much Ingrid hated that word, starving; she had already eaten hours ago, and she was certain hunger was not what she was feeling. But how else could one describe swallowing the person they love so much?
Ingrid hesitated, her tongue pausing. Noticing this, Helynsia pulled back (or pushed back, in this case) from the kiss. She took in Ingrid’s guilt, her face of fear. Mind, body, and heart took over the fear Helynsia was facing.
Without speaking a word, Helynsia eased Ingrid to the water. Ingrid relented, making the face of a sea-puppy and was about to swim off before Helynsia raised a hand. She kicked her feet against the dock, Ingrid salivating at just how easy it would be to grab her. How easy it would be to take her off the shore and never return her back home. That would be cruel, wouldn’t it? Surely Helynsia wasn’t asking that from her?
The pause lingered like the gulls as the sea-struck lovers continued to stare at one another.
Curious but cautiously, Ingrid took the woman’s feet, wrapped in practical boots. Staring up, Ingrid started to wrap her mouth around Helynsia, trying to observe what she could in the woman’s face. There was the expression of fear. Of course, that wasn’t really a surprise; the sense of curiosity, however, was curious.
Helynsia said nothing – aside from meaningless huffs – as she let the mermaid wrap herself around the barmaid’s body, Ingrid kept engulfing the barmaid intoxicated by loneliness. The barmaid so drunk that she’d do anything to discard the bottle she kept running towards.
Helynsia slipped downwards, everything waist-down now in Ingrid’s mouth. She continued to swallow as Helynsia tucked her hands in, absentmindedly wriggling as a warm and tender stomach pressed against the barmaid’s clothes. Ingrid could still feel the salt on the sea lingering on Helynsia’s everything, but it could never override the savory scent of butter that clinged to her body. (and her hair, considering that Helynsia had to fix her hair yesterday night for… obvious reasons.)
On Helynsia’s part, she still was struggling to process what exactly was happening. She could say no at any time, no to being eaten and taken away from land. So why wasn’t she saying anything?
Maybe she wanted someone else to take the bottle away from her. Or in this case, prevent her from drinking its contents.
So she relented, suppressing the primal fear of being consumed as she let herself be tucked beneath the waves of Ingrid’s rolling tongue. It lapped against Helynsia’s face not out of some lustful desire, but because it was warm and soft; Ingrid will do anything to make sure Helynsia remains safe.
Right before Helynsia was contained, she looked up to the blinding sun. It wouldn’t be blinding anymore; not when Ingrid finally clamped her teeth as Helynsia’s hair was tucked away. All that was left was to swallow.
Helynsia could feel the mermaid’s throat pulling her down into the deep deep cavern, squeezing at every bit of her. She could hear herself squelch against her lover’s walls, pushing and prodding as she continued to sink. It stopped, followed by an intense heaving.
On the outside, Ingrid took deep and slow breaths, cuddling her tail with the barmaid inside. Diving into the water, Ingrid kept swimming as Helynsia remained submerged both beneath the sea and inside her. Ingrid didn’t want to let go of Helynsia, she just wanted to keep her here.
Forever.
Helynsia was finally in her grasp, finally close to her. She kept massaging her tail, feeling it continue to squeeze against her, *ahem*, crush. Bubbles spurted out of Ingrid’s mouth, which was… oddly cute. She could actually feel Helynsia’s breath through her own, as if they were breathing together. Listening closely, a faint sound started to beat. Beat. Beat.
It was the sound of a heart.
Be-beat. Be-beat. Be-beat.
It was now the sound of two hearts beating together, nearly in sync. Ingrid continued to drift downwards and swim, still wrapped around the lovely barmaid… no. Barmaid was no longer sufficient.
Helynsia was an Aquamaid, someone who’d tend to a creature of the sea.
At this, she realized a terrible thing: “Oh wait, um, did you want this, or?” she asked, the internal pulsing from within pausing.
Helynsia was dumbfounded: “...yes?” she replies, going back to her self-assigned task of massaging the insides of Ingrid. Though, looking back on it, Helynsia was rather thankful Ingrid had chosen to ask – they’d both been so caught up in the moment that they’d hardly said anything about any sort of practice. Was this act of swallowing not an extreme form of BSDM? No, it just wouldn’t do without safe words. “So, uh, say I want to be let out.”
“Like, right now?” Ingrid asks, ready to swim up to the surface.
“Just saying! Hypothetically! I’ll just say, uh… Shea!”
“She-ah?” the mermaid said, the words slippery on her tongue.
“Ok never mind, how about… Carajillo?”
“Cha-ra-hee-jo. Alright!” And so Ingrid kept swimming, occasionally checking to make sure Helynsia was alright. Though in the aquamaid’s case, she often found herself resting against the mermaid’s cozy warmth, shifting around to stretch her limbs. Perhaps rather surprisingly, it was fairly effective in getting rid of cramps. Next time she was swallowed, she’d have to keep this in mind.
… Next time?
Would there be a next time?
“Ingrid?” Helynsia asks, starting to curl up and letting the pressure of both the mermaid and the deep sea compress and caress her.
The mermaid pauses: “Mhm?” she continues, looking on at her love.
“Why… me?” Crushes could come and go, and yet, for someone to be infatuated with her – especially when Ingrid seemed to know not much about her past beyond the months of stalking –, there had to be an answer.
Ingrid continues to swim, pondering how to answer the query. “You’re beautiful, right?” She starts to transform her tail into a translucent shade, allowing her passenger to see all beneath the sea. The long strands of seaweed forest scraped against Ingrid and against her tail, other fish seeming to steer past the duo to give them some otherwise much needed privacy.
“Not as beautiful as the other sights here,” Helynsia adds, pressing her face as if she was against a window. It came with a soft squelch sound, an equally soft reminder on where she was. However, it was a welcome one.
Ingrid continued, “I know. It’s not the only reason, and… I don’t think I know.”
Helynsia bit her lip, holding back an ill-timed chuckle; it was the exact reason she had followed Ingrid onto a ship without any sort of plan, was it not?
“I wanted someone. Someone I longed for, to touch and feel… more like this, if that makes sense?”
Helynsia nodded, the time passing before she realized Ingrid probably wasn’t looking back to see her face; “Oh, yes. I understand… I think.”
“Do I scare you?”
“... Yes,” the aquamaid honestly answers.
“So why did you come?”
“I don’t know either. It just felt… right. I don’t think I wanted to leave you.”
“Mm.” The two swim in peace, though quickly disrupted by a gaggle of other mermaids that approached the duo.
“Hey Ingy!” One of them calls out, Ingrid freezing in place at the familiar voice. She didn’t want them to meet Helynsia like this, especially considering that, well… humans did have a legitimate reason for fearing these creatures of the deep. As loath as Ingrid was to admit it. “Congrats on finding your mate!” The asker – a pearl-skinned flat-nosed Mary – went to put her hands on Ingrid’s stomach, Helynsia skittering as far as she could. Mary cooed, “Ooh, and she’s squeamish!”
Helynsia’s hands went under her skirt, feeling the knives still tucked away inside; though remembering where she was, she started to take her hands off of the useless implements. Not like they’d do anything in the deep blue.
Instead, Helynsia prepared her hands, ready to manifest shards of exploding ice at a whim. All it would take was one snap.
“Haha, yeah!” Ingrid laughed weakly, starting to slowly swim away. “Anyways, I plan to, *ehem* consume her later, so-”
“You have to let me play around with her first,” Mary continued, again starting to move her hands towards the human envisioned as prey. Ingrid did the work though, shoving Mary away; “Aww,” Mary pouts.
“Hey, some other day!” Ingrid hoped to whatever god was out there (if one existed) that Helynsia wasn’t being offput by all of this. This wasn’t how she wanted her first (or second?) date to go, meeting the people who convinced her to go up. Sure, they wouldn’t digest her, but Ingrid knew all too well how mischievous her kind was.
“Oh come now, don’t be like that!” As Mary kept pursuing the chance to grope Ingrid’s stomach, she leaned in close, about to kiss the unwilling mermaid. And, she made the biggest mistake of her life;
Touching Ingrid’s hands.
Helynsia snapped; maybe it was out of secondhand embarrassment. Maybe it was out of anger for refusing to speak up. Maybe it was out of some selfish obsession with hands she hadn’t even earned at this point.
Regardless, Helynsia chose to do the right thing; manifest spiky shards of ice between the palms of the two mermaids, ensuring Ingrid only got a flat side. Mary hissed as she recoiled, pushing Ingrid away out of a survival instinct. Ingrid lay shocked, frozen in the liquid air as Helynsia kept her cool, taking slow breaths.
“Oh,” Mary snarls, the rest of the mermaids now baring their teeth. “She’s a feisty one. I love feisty.”
Mary lunged at Ingrid who raised her hands up; in response, Helynsia merely pressed her hands together, as one would with a detonator. (Despite the device not existing in this era.) The effects were wondrous; explosions burst from Mary’s hands, resulting in a high-pitched shriek as Helynsia raised more icicles in the deep blue. Just as she was Ingrid’s, Ingrid’s was hers, and hers alone. To enforce the message, she made them paint out the pattern of some letters; “L E A V E.” To nail it in, she pointed them all at the mermaids, mini-torpedos able to fired on a whim.
Mary again snarled as her particularly unpleasant company swam away, leaving the duo again alone.
“Sorry,” Helynsia started apologizing, only to be halted by Ingrid rushing to hug her tail, right where Helynsia was.
She began kissing and slowly caressing her, the adrenaline clouding all thoughts but that of love. As Ingrid kept kissing, Helynsia could smell it; the stench of loneliness. The crippling, addicting loneliness as mysterious as the blue around them. The one that makes you feel as if you can’t ever escape or be free from its grasp.
But they had each other now.
“Ingrid?”
“Yeah?” the mermaid asks, still infatuated as she rubs her passenger / partner / lover / whatever you’d call her.
“Let’s do this again, tomorrow ok? In the meantime, just show me the sights.”
Ingrid beamed as she began to swim excitedly, Helynsia likewise giggling as her own heart skipped a couple of beats. Seems like it was worth it to take a risk.
5. Weirdly enough, Caine's been oddly receptive of changing Ragatha's body. We tried to keep it under wraps since he'd probably call it 'Not PG', but he's fine with it?? I think Jax had something to do with it, but I'm not sure what. If anything, I think Caine's encouraging us to do so. Anyways, I prefer soft and warm. Furry soft though! Not flesh soft, it just... feels wrong. -- Pomni
12. I'd probably say it's just the feeling of 'nothingness'. You know how it feels when you're just floating about without a care in the world? When you can just forget yourself? It's like that, I guess? I can just forget I'm in the digital circus. -- Pomni
14. Annoyingly, yes. I mean, Ragatha always has my permission, but she never wants to! She always has to ask me if I want to be eaten. I almost wish she'd clue in and stop listening to her anxiety. Still, it is fun watching her squeal over herself sometimes, I won't deny. -- Pomni
Pred questions:
3. Obviously only when people ask! I mean, who would do something cruel like eating someone without their permission! I don't even think Caine would allow it if I forced Pomni down - n-not that I'd want to! Zooble also set up that rule, to avoid any... cruel scenarios, let's say that. -- Ragatha
4. I don't get it, but Pomni seems to find some comfort. It's a bit surprising, learning about the concept. I knew Pomni was more aware of the world than I was, but still! She learned about it from some weird site -- I think it was called 'Tumble'? -- Ragatha
5. Oh, the back! I still feel some physical pain and can only rest on my back after swallowing her. It's still nice feeling her push against it and ease me down. I can't help but wonder where else she'd be pushing, you know? Though that being said, it does tend to be very spacious -- is that because of our current state or something else? -- Ragatha
Creator questions:
8. I've answered same-size because it's the most likely to happen if vore was real; like omegaverse rules, if that makes sense. However, when it comes to a specific size, I really like the dynamic of shorter pred & taller prey. It shouldn't make sense for a short person to nom a taller one, and yet? It's always funny when it happens, and cute in a sense. It shows that the larger person gets to be comforted sometimes, or that the shorter person is more assertive than they seem. Alternatively, 'monster prey and human pred' is a very fun trope because I love me some role-inversion.
10. I still like the stomach, though my second best would be pred assurance. I never like writing fatal or intentionally cruel preds (Difference between preds pretending to be cruel), so having the pred check in on their prey is a very sweet gesture imo. Both assuring that the prey is safe.
Though if we want a meta answer, it'd be "what the fuck, why am I so good at writing?" Because if you've read my main post, you'll know that this is my side blog! (Don't ask me for my main, I'm not ready to come out to those I know irl.) I learned fairly quickly that 'yeah, I can actually describe things fairly well when I want to!' So it helped with a confidence boost. Long live the power of vore?
14. Uh, I get to expose my past interest! (and properly answering this question.) There's a gacha game called 'Another Eden'. Used to be a part of this fandom, left because of weird female character designs. That, and daily stuff took over an hour to complete. Still have some interest in it though. Anyways, There's a character named Sesta, who's a lycan; she's able to fully transform into a giant wolf. She ends up nomming the MCs... a couple of times. Like, thrice. Thrice more than I expected, but still very funny. It makes me want to imagine vore scenarios, especially with her adoptive sister Nona and other characters. (Eg. Altena and Feinne, a popular wlw ship that I like.)
Ive always wanted to make a text based dating style game on par with something like dream daddy but with vore. I truly deeply feel like options for vore video games are all just gooner stuff and while thats all fine and dandy, i!!!! Personally!!!!! Do not like them!!!!!! And i think that the parts of vore that are loving and kind and gentle need a chance to shine!!!! I just dont know how to go about doing that is all :(
But is it really so much to ask for a game filled with preds who are all doing their best to hold back on their instincts to gobble you up because of how much they care about you and your main objective is to convince them you actually WANT THEM to do that and youre not scared of them AT ALL!!!!!!!!!
No digestion, nothing sexual (sensual perhamps, but not sexual), just romancing a monster or two whod be nervous to scare away a human lover!!!!!!!
Idk, id like something like that, maybe i should just figure out how to make it then,,,,
(Finally, there's vore! No teasing, genuine vore! (Kept you waiting, huh?))
Main Part:
“Oi!” one of the pirates yells. Helynsia’s eyelids flutter open, closing soon after after being splashed with ice-cold water. “Wake up!” Wincing, the barmaid continues to open her eyes; adjusting to the sunlight, she remembers what happened yesterday. The nagging pain at the back of her head didn’t do any favors either.
“Urgh,” Helynsia groaned, only to have a knife against a throat.
“Why are ye here?” one of them demands, the barmaid now recognizing them from her place of work; seems like they had worked quickly. Rather fortunately, they didn’t seem to recognize her either.
“Well-”
Before she could finish her thought, one of the men goes, “Hey, ain’t that the lass who was serving us drinks a night ago?” Well, it was worth it while the moment was there.
“Ack,” the man scoffs, “What’s she doing here?”
Looking around, it was already apparent they were out at sea; far too out if she’d ever attempt swimming back. Not like that was an option when she lacked the training to swim.
“Anyways, you’re getting sent to feed the fishy.”
Why…? Why would she, of all people, be sent? She came here to free Ingrid, why would they let her near the captive?
It was then that Helynsia remembered she had never played her cards; yes, they don’t know why she was here. All they know is that she boarded the ship. In her ragged clothing built for work? She could have just been running away from the debt back home. Not like she had any, but they didn’t have to know that either.
Just as they didn’t have to know that she had only boarded because of a crush that may lead to her entering the stomach of the siren. It was a secret she would take to her grave. Though, if she so much as stepped out of line, she’d probably sink with her grave, all the way down to the locker.
Yet, braving the fears, she accepted the role quietly as the men untied her. Taking a torch with a bucket of stale fish, she was led to the doors of the cargo hold. As they creaked open, Helynsia found herself with a foot on her back. Before she could question the impact, she was shoved right in. Didn’t help that it closed right after.
Nonetheless, there was only one thing left to do; proceed. Waving it around, she examined the belongings, any sign for something that resembled a glass case. Didn’t take long to see the one shoved against one of the walls, wrapped in a thick and heavy chain. If the occupant was still alive, then they were merely asleep… better to hope they were alive.
With one knock, the human-made prison refused to come to life. A second did nothing. A third? Also nothing. How long would this cycle continue?
Up until a fourth knock it seems like; the rapping of her knuckles seemed to excite the guest, claws rushing out from the sides. Ice manifested in between Helynsia’s wrist and the oncoming attack, shattering at touch as the barmaid backed off. A loud hissing came, one filled with erratic and ear-scrapingly loud sounds.
“Hey,” Helynsia greets, only for it to stop instantly.
The mermaid twisted around, face widening in shock as the barmaid worked quickly at the chains on the outside. “Wha-” she starts, only for Helynsia to shush her.
“Shut up, you’re being rescued,” the barmaid starts, flash-freezing one of the chains and shattering it with her elbow. Blood comes under the sleeve of her uniform, leaving her to wince as she continues to pry open the case.
“But why?”
“Why not?” the barmaid instantly replies, preferring not to dwell on why she risked her life as such.
The mermaid interrupted her musing, pushing the case wide open now that she had enough leverage. “Do you have a plan?” Ingrid asks, peering over the edge.
Looking over to the porthole, Helynsia had her answer.
“How much of a height can you survive?” she asks.
“Um… I don’t know. I never exactly ‘fell’, you know?”
Helynsia huffed: “Well, you think you can survive if you come out that window?” she asks, moving the mermaid over through her case.
Peering over the edge, she answers, “Um, probably?”
“OI!” one of the pirates yells out. “THE MERMAID’S ESCAPING!”
She’d only have seconds; seconds to commit to a decision.
So, before anyone, even herself, could react, Helynsia’s body moved the case up, shoving the mermaid out and with a splash coming a few seconds afterwards. Ideally, Ingrid survived the impact.
Though, that still left Helynsia alone.
Aside from the clicking of a flintlock.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” a pirate asks, Helynsia raising her hands in the air. She just remained silent, waiting for the inevitable.
Forcibly turned around, she took a look at her captor; from the fancy hat, he was probably the captain. Still, Helynsia said nothing, gripping her hand tightly. If she attacked him, then the other pirates would just maul and beat her to death.
“I don’t have the time for this,” he sighs. “Mates, just throw her overboard.”
It was rather surprising, even to her, that she never had a back-up plan. Not even to take a boat. Guess that’s what desperation does to a person. She could have just waited, but no; something convinced her to act now.
And so, a few moments later, Helynsia stared down the bow. Here she was, walking the plank for the sake of a woman she had just met. How needlessly pathetic, to throw her life away like this. Though, such was life; maybe that was better than a simple and mindless existence far from home. One where she’d whittle her days working at a bar, hiding from everyone that once knew her.
And so she jumped, with what little choice she had. She dove into the cold and cruel water. There was no point freezing it; ignoring the fact that she’d shatter her ankle upon impact, it’d just mean that the pirates would now shoot to send her under.
‘What a cruel fate,’ she thought, floundering on the surface of the water with all her limbs. Yet, even this burst of adrenaline would fade; she quickly sank, having no knowledge nor energy to swim. ‘Still’, she managed. ‘At least I managed to stand for freedom.’
A murky mass approached the drowning barmaid, looking on solemnly as bubbles left the mouth. For whatever reason, Helynsia used the last of her strength to wipe away at what resembled the creature’s face. She wasn’t sure how, but she could feel the wetness. Sure, the rest of the sea was wet, but this thing seemed to have something different. If she could taste it, it would be salty.
With a familiar gesture, it nimbled at the sunken victim’s hand. She knew she recognized it from somewhere, but like a whirlpool in a storm, nothing remained clear. All aside from a glowing cyan at the center that only seemed to grow wider.
Serrated teeth clamped against her neck, giving Helynsia a good guess of what was going on; she was being eaten, of course. Left to drown and be devoured by one of the many denizens of the vast and empty sea. Here she was, without the strength to keep fighting. How pitiful. How very, very pitiful.
Unable to move, her body continued to be slowly devoured by whatever was here with her. Air entered the barmaid’s lungs, but what use were they? The water still inside had yet to be forced out. Not like the pressure from being so deep under water helped either. Her eyes adjusted to the tight yet radiant aquamarine cavern she now found herself under. Legs started to flail outside as she again continued to slide right in, tucked away in the belly of the beast. The mouth of this creature had already reached up to her mid-torso, continuing to vacuum the rest of her body.
And yet. Helynsia could not bring herself to fight. Not out of tiredness. But out of warmth. The cold, unforgiving sea seemed to be the birthplace of one ray of goodness, one creature that seemed to not deliver digestion, but embrace. Like a snake slithering down a series of rocks, Helynsia’s body wriggled inside as more of her fit inside the creature, heat radiating into her sopping clothes and breathable air forcing the cruel water out of her lungs. Before her body could even be fully devoured, she simply passed out; once again, she had not the strength to continue.
At the very least, she felt not misery; she felt a long comfort. One she had only received back home, when she had what seemed like everything. For a blissful moment, everything seemed like it was warm and peaceful again.
A salty tear left her eye, absorbed into the beast’s stomach.
Yet, the beast’s identity was obvious if one was not hallucinating.
The creature – or rather, Ingrid – rubbed her hands against her new-found rescuee, engorged tail flapping about; but more slowly than it otherwise would be. She’d have swallowed Helynsia feet-first, but the whole move was a panic operation.
And so, Ingrid continued to swim back to the main shore with no one the wiser. She swam, her ‘prey’ kept within her. Ingrid hated that term; all of the other mermaids, when talking about claiming a mate, fantasized about rushing up to the shore and taking one down with them. Ingrid couldn’t deny the appeal of taking someone with her; her charge of stalking testified to that.
But yet, as Helynsia continued to sleep inside, Ingrid just couldn’t understand how those people could be so callous with life. Even when humans were so much physically weaker than her, they were still living beings. They were precious like any other person.
No matter how much she wanted to claim Helynsia, she’d have never acted further if the wonderful woman clad in blue wanted nothing to do with her. In fact, if she had a choice, she’d have asked Helynsia for her input. As much as Ingrid detested this though, she kept swimming, as fast as she could; Ingrid could eat raw meats, but not Helynsia. There would come a time, when she woke up, that Helynsia would be starving; that couldn’t happen, not on Ingrid’s watch. Ingrid was absolutely sure that the barmaid would want nothing to do with her; and why wouldn’t that be true? She had just been eaten by the person who claimed to love her.
At the same time, Ingrid understood the feeling of consumption; no, consumption was a misnomer. ‘Consumption’ would imply there was some nutritional gain. It would imply that the wonderful Helynsia was only food to a denizen of the seas. In fact, the only thing that seemed to satisfy her more primal desires was the water sticking to Helynsia, quenching the mermaid’s thirst.
It was difficult to describe this action: devouring felt too food-like for the mermaid, so maybe ‘swallow’? It was appropriate, but then what would she call Helynsia’s current state? Cuddling?
… ‘Sure’, Ingrid thought. ‘I guess it is cuddling.’ It was certainly a more extreme version than people were used to, but there weren’t exactly any other words to describe it. Maybe those words would come in the future, where swallowing your lover and keeping them from within would now be normal.
But would Helynsia even see it that way?
“Urgh,” the barmaid mumbled, stirring to life as Ingrid swam faster, knowing the harbor was close; only a couple 100 meters to go. “Did I die?” Helynsia asks, attempting to scratch her head; only for the thick and meaty tail wall to constrict her movement. She starts floundering and kicking, forcing Ingrid to pause and rub the scales along her tail.
“Shh,” the mermaid assures, attempting to comfort her… partner. Not her prey, her friend. The friend she had only introduced herself to two days ago before swallowing her. (Not her best impression.) “So, don’t get mad…”
“Ingrid, I could not possibly get more mad than I am now, where the hell am I?!” she screamed, still floundering.
“I ate you!” the mermaid exclaimed, panicking at the screams.
A long pause continues, the floundering limbs now still. “... what?” Helynsia asks.
“Yeah, sorry! You’re in my tail, not my actual stomach, so you won’t digest! But um, I’m nearly home, ok!”
“... huh,” Helynsia admits, not moving at all for the rest of the trip. Ingrid started to sweat, not from the exertion of traveling more than a couple of kilometers in mere hours. Thankfully, they arrived at the harbor within ten more minutes, Ingrid no longer able to bear the suspense. She perched herself on one of the planks, regurgitating the slippery barmaid out.
Helynsia stumbled onto the wood; clothes still wet, but now filled with warm water than cold; not like the temperature of the afternoon sun helped with her condition, but it was better than before. She just took slow and even breaths, trying to process three small but important facts:
1. She was not dead and was in fact in one piece, close enough to home.
2. The mermaid had in fact swallowed her to save her.
3. She was unharmed despite being inside a stomach. Wait, wasn’t it a tail? The mermaid said a tail, she hadn’t misheard that, right?
As she stood there, a movement came into the corner of Helynsia’s eye; it was Ingrid swimming back down to the surface before Helynsia could ask any questions.
Helynsia merely ran back home, starting some stew on a portable stove as she contemplated the events that had just happened.
As well as how much she had enjoyed it. She should be taking that detour, tomorrow. Being inside anyone’s stomach, let alone a sea creatures, would be dangerous. That warmth was how they lured you in, that comfort is how they forced you to stay until it was too late, their illustrious voice is what cooed you to sleep, their soft and pliable hands are what drew you to them.
…
It seems like she wouldn’t be taking a detour tomorrow.
I need a safe vore scenario where the pred and prey have a video call where the prey shows the pred what the inside of their stomach looks like and the pred shows the prey what they look like from the outside as a bulge in their stomach! It could be a short little story or a funny part of a larger story! I think it would be kinda wholesome and funny!
