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@honeyed-poet
I'm suffering severe PWS (Poet-Withdrawal-Syndrome) so whatever happens to the nearest major city is partially on him! Hmph!!!
Darling, I was on a very important adventure! And there are plenty of wild animals in the woods for you to eat!
Now come here. Leave the city folk alone… come back home and let’s relax for a bit-
(Poet may or may not survive her getting back in snuggling and swallowing range)
Giving you the best and softest cuddles after I made you fear for your life just moments ago.
You always do have a way of making me think TODAY is the day you’re going to eat me… even if in my heart, I think we like each other too much for that to ever happen…
… though if she keeps having poet-eating dreams while she’s lying in bed next to me, it might accidentally become reality one of these nights…
How...to..make...teensy...boys...afraid...of...me!
Aha! Aaaand search!
She said like she doesn’t experiment on me every single day…
If I have to hear her smacking her lips or clicking her mandibles at me one more time-
I would be able to do absolutely nothing…
reblog this if your icon could kill a man
@honeyed-poet
Could… likely will… worth it.
Poet and I are the token straight couple on voreblr. For diversity or something.
With the added twist that she fully intends to eat me someday. We have our own brand of wonderful weirdness going. 🙂
And golly…. I’m gonna cherish it for as long as it lasts!
By royal decree....I extend "Eat your friends day" by another WEEK!
R-right away! So it was written, so it shall be!
(She’s gonna give me a heart attack is she gonna eat me or not I can’t take it)
I'm allowed to cuddle cute boys at 1000 feet tall...smooshing a couple mountains is a small price to pay for such luxurious bee fluff completely consuming all of your senses!
“Allowed”.
More like: no one could possibly stop you if that’s what you intended to do!
But it really is the comfiest, sweetest-smelling, earnest, most intimate experience imaginable… especially if I find yourself situated near your heartbeat and can lose myself in the fuzz and the sounds of your body working…
My only fear is that you’ll forget I’m there after a while!
I’ve been feeling rather sentimental and preyish lately. So here's some self-indulgent drabble I wrote casting YOU as my loving predator. I felt sentimental today, and in the mood for some cozy willing vore with an air of finality...
NOT canon to Poet's story…. yet..
I hope you enjoy!
____________________
○˚.Slorsh∘˙○
.•𝑮𝒓𝑶𝒐𝒐𝒐𝑨𝒏∘˙○
ₒ৹๐ Gurrgle ˚॰ₒ৹๐
There is a flutter within you as I stir and wake up, and I briefly panic upon realizing. I’M IN A STOMACH! WHERE’S- oh… that’s your voice… it’s you… A surge of love and excitement surges through me… you ate me! I’m in your belly! Just where I dreamed my adventures would end… and after all that waiting, I’m finally here
“It’s… it’s so soft… so warm… so tight. I do hope I wasn’t a bother to swallow, my darling, and that you enjoyed the experience.”
I try to memorize every aspect of your belly, burning every detail into my mind in the dim-reddish light filtering through you. Soft pink walls, rivulets of liquid running down between the many folds… before pooling at the bottom below my rear, I squirm and wriggle in response to every motion of your gut as the walls squeeze me and massage inwards yet again, and I press back lightly at the probing walls.
Even now… your body is hard at work taking in every bit of me. Breaking me down into chyme and forming the adorable, wobbly, physical proof that we loved each other, marked forever on your perfect body. Seen in every curve and soft cuddly roll of pudge… your metabolism will catch up and make me part of that wonderful process… I’ll expire in your belly, yes… but it’s all for the purpose of creating new strength and leaving my contributions to you as my legacy.
At this moment… I’m more than happy. I’m part of the circle of life in the most intimate way possible. Becoming food, making my loved one happy and full, and knowing that you are putting every calorie in my body is to good use…
You deserve all the best things in the world… and I know you’ve had a long day, and now a hefty poet boy meal… I shall savour every moment we have left before your body breaks me down, and ensures that I’ll be with you forever~
I shuffle and get comfy, curling up tight, and then, from within your round, boy-filled belly, my muffled voice begins to sing. An old folk tale about a woodsman who fell in love with a bee girl. Your heartbeat and gastric gurgles joining in and melding with the melody. I yawn here and there as the caustic environment makes me more drowsy, and the liquid begins to tingle slightly, but my voice remains soft, yet strong… until I fall asleep.
A mass of snoozing boy beef, breathing softly and evenly in the opening stages of a long and blissful digestion…
Pred Profiles: Centaurs
I spend a lot of time traveling through rural areas. Past shimmering mountains, babbling brooks and vast flowing green fields of grass and flowers. This world is beautiful, but staying in the open for too long can leave one exposed to danger…. For example, from predatory Centaurs.
I must confess that I have a particular weakness and fondness for centaurs. They’re just so fascinating even among other demi-humans!
They are fast, unbelievably so. Able to outrun any human and a fair number of demi-human species as well, and are very opportunistic hunters. Eating nothing from tinies to humans even to smaller centaurs!
(Different breeds and sizes of centaur have an uneasy rivalry… Shire Centaurs can get up to 8 feet in height, all the way down to cute little Falabella centaurs who seldom reach 3 feet… and are rarely as voracious)
Once they’ve caught you (which they almost always will on open ground), tasted you, and gobbled you down, you get the joy of experiencing one of the most unique digestive systems in the pred kingdom! is composed of a softer, slimier, somewhat less acidic human stomach for processing normal meals, grass from grazing, and for lightly softening, tenderizing, and soothing live prey….
Then we get into their horse half, with a vast, very powerful stomach which sags down like a massive hammock when filled with prey. Spongy enough to absorb strong strugglers, yet pliable and comfortable enough to not immediately induce panic when you’re pumped into it… and exhaustion from the pre-digestion will have you ill-equipped to resist when the acids start pouring in and the powerful muscles of the mighty mare who devoured you go to work… while she chews her cud and enjoys the soft grass of a bright sunny day…
As for survival? They love treats! Have some carrots on hand to offer, or a few sugar cubes, and they LOVE having their necks and sides scratched… just be careful not to get behind them… those kicks pack a wallop, and you’ll wake up in her gut for sure…
NEIGH to that , I say!
I hope you're ready for next weeeeek.
What-what’s next week, luv?
(Ohmygoshisshefinallyplanningtoeatme?)
My mandibles need tending to! They're all covered in...strawberry smoothie! Looooove, pleeeeeease!
EEEEEP…. Just… just give me a minute… you know full well that mandibles are one of the only things I fear… oh gosh… oh golly… okay… here we go… just wipe them off… she won’t use them to shove me into her mouth or sample my blood this time… whooof…
have you ever thought about mimic preds? ones that can look like preys and act like them to gain your trust and then reveals themselfs as a pred when its too late?
I do often! And encounter many of them… they’re one of the most successful subspecies of preds out there, and yet seldom discussed due to their propensity for stealth.
They’re the reason I always have a series of questions I ask new prey friends when I meet them… their disguise may be flawless, but knowledge gaps will out someone who hasn’t had to live a life in fear of being snatched up and devoured…
I still struggle avoiding the darn treasure chest ones though… playing on my curiosity rather than my sense of trust and camaraderie is a dirty trick…
Prey Survival tip: Dryads
As most of you know, I live quietly deep in the woods. Sometimes alone, sometimes with whatever gaggle of misfits I met on my last adventure who need a safe place to stay.
It is possible, if you let your guard down, to start viewing the woods as nothing but cover. As safety. And oftentimes, you may be right! Hiding under roots, blending into the mossy undergrowth (I don’t just dress in green because it matches my eyes, after all), but whenever you hide near a tree… do make a point to turn your eyes upwards. Lest you find a green hand reaching down for you, and lifting you to smiling lips above.
Dryads are often well-camouflaged. Their feminine, humanoid portions blending into the tree canopy, simply waiting for smaller, tasty creatures to walk just a little too close so they can reach down, pop them into their mouths, gobble them up, and leave future passers-by with no idea that a fellow traveler is currently being digested messily just a above them in an arboreal belly… or pumping deeper into the ground to strengthen her roots…mulched into nothing but fertilizer.
They are thoughtful and philosophical creatures too! Comes with staying in one place for so long with naught but their thoughts… but do be wary… humans tend to be a rare treat for them, and they are unlikely to pass you up as a snack after the conversation is over…
…. Do let me know if the treeline just outside my cottage changes at all, will you? They say some elder dryads can even move through the earth…
Hear me out, object vore as a prelude to vore
Some pred kneeling down, about to take their prey in feet first and instead of taking their shoes and socks off they just stuff em in their mouth and gulp until the prey’s shoes tumble down the preds throat
Or a pred and prey hooking up with the full expectation of the prey being eaten and so during the hookup the pred swallows the prey’s stuff down to show that their meal isn’t going anywhere, it only really hits when the pred swallows the prey’s car keys and belches in their meals face
i like this. i like this a lot.
*dangling your keys over my mouth* thought you were going somewhere?
*drops them, followed by the snap of my jaws and a quick, effortless gulp*
I do this a lot...
@honeyed-poet
And this is why I’m constantly having to buy new cloaks, bedding, journals…
Golly, she’s just been microdosing eating me for months to keep her cravings in check…
Who is your most beloooooooved Pred in the whole wiiiiide woooooorld? Hmmmm? Your absolute FAVOURITE?
YOU! YOU OF COURSE! NOW PLEASE SPIT ME OUT! Do NOT swallow! I’ll never get to write my journal entry on queen bees if you swallow! You want to hear what I think of you? Don’t you?
Question… out of those of you who read and enjoy my silly writings and musings… how many of you have just been wanting to see me finally actually get eaten? It’s okay to be honest. I am prey, after all! It’s only natural to expect me to finally slip up and join the food chain one day…
Let some poor pred catch you already!
Live to a ripe old age and pass away in bed
Has there ever been a pred you’ve considered giving yourself up to for good? Or do you have one picked out already?
It has happened a handful of times over my long years adventuring… sometimes a man just gets tired, and some of the more seductive or charming preds can be incredibly tempting…. But somehow I’ve always managed to resist. Something deep inside my psyche holding out and pressing on for just one more quest! One more research venture, one more daring escape…
With that said… I believe over the last while I have come to terms with a fairly inevitable direction, and a very specific digestive tract that my long long wander through this world will finally lead me to retirement within… but a part of me doubts that she will ever truly act on her predatory desires. Our charms canceling each other out.
It started with an innocent encounter in the woods one day, and after the usual pattern of striking up a conversation and laying on the charm to delay my potential ingestion… somehow the conversation went on beyond the limits of mere survival.
She came back to my cottage, met my bees, and over time, rather than simply trying to grab and devour me, I’m somewhat embarrassed to say that she more or less domesticated me and broke down my barriers of caution around her.
Maybe it’s bee pheromones, maybe she just truly loves me that much…. But in any case, if she wanted to simply have me for lunch today, there would be no way for me to stop it, and I believe I would go down without any regrets…
Who is she? Well… I imagine she’ll soon be appearing to give her two cents on the situation soon enough… buzzing and blathering about all manner of sweet things
And golly, if another pred caught me before her? There’d be hell to pay- I assure you that none of us want to imagine that future…
