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PSA: Dragons do not wag their tails. If you see a dragon wagging it's tail, you've likely encountered a pervert dragon. Make sure to back away as fast as possible or it might get freaky with you.
cw: vore-implied art, male pred (warden), g/t
pov you're a volunteer at the reformation labs and you "accidentally" get reformed a bit smaller than planned.. well! we can always try again. Just need to dispose of this body so you can move to the next one.
how, you ask? well.. the lead researcher is feeling peckish.
Cuddling with a pred and feeling their grasp tighten a little when their stomach growls
when i say "i want to be inside you" i mean that i want to melt inside of your wet, slimy guts btw
Sometimes you just have those days where no matter how many prey you eat, it isn't quite enough to keep your stomach quiet
Gulping whole entire people down, for just a few minutes of reprieve before you get hungry again
In fact, the digestion process only gets faster each time as your body accustoms to the meals, leaving room for more and more prey every time yet another one is sealed away in your gut and melted into liquid
You can try to ignore it, but it's almost impossible... it's much more satisfying to just give in, let it have a bit more fuel to burn, keep your belly full for just a bit longer
Who knows, maybe this time you'll be satiated, maybe just one more live, squirming morsel will finally do the trick
You've done it, you've claimed your prize.
Your body can finally relax, and you let out a deep, labored breath as your hand grazes your groaning, packed stomach; it took so much work, so much exertion to push them down, but it was worth it. You're full, you're satisfied, the fight is over.
Your prey expended the last of their energy trying to pry their way out of your throat, and you won out in the end. This one was especially tantalizing, you just couldn't let the opportunity to have them all to yourself pass by. You recognize that yes, while they were a complete individual person with their own life and desires, they were simply meant to be yours. And now, they've fulfilled their proper role as your meal, and you as their predator.
With no one around to bear witness, no one to make your job harder than it needs to be, it's time to lie back and enjoy the fruits of your efforts. Let the digestion kick into gear, and admire how well your prey lends their nutrients to your body, how well they pad out your weight. You'll remember this morsel forever.
Thinking about the aftermath of vore, when it's all said and done
A previously distended, active stomach, packed to the brim with a thrashing, living, resisting occupant, now placated and softened... nothing left but the extra padding graciously provided by the prey, their only visible remnant
Did it even really happen? It was so intense in the moment, and now nothing... Maybe it didn't, but a stifled burp creeping its way up the throat from a satisfied stomach says otherwise. The flavor still lingers, bringing to memory the unlucky soul's appearance. Just one prey easily took the place of several meals, and costed nothing but a little effort... That person might be gone now, but it was for a good purpose, right?
After such a uniquely delicious, filling morsel, nothing else quite scratches the same itch, nothing in the fridge or pantry has the same appeal as it used to.
...Maybe just one more wouldn't hurt
sometimes i kinda forget i’m a hungry little pred beast… i’ll go days without looking at vore content, and then i’ll be like, huh, i’m horny, but nothing is really satisfying me…
duh, i haven’t eaten anyone!
Oh what’s wrong? Are you getting hard from your belly digesting so hard? Do those rumbles feel good~? They definitely sound good, nice and loud, thick… juicy and wet~ The sounds of a satisfied stomach for sure~
I think a pred who preyed on fire lookouts would be so neat.
Like I already think the concept of living in a fire tower for a couple months out of the year is terrifying, the creepypastas that revolve around that are some of my favorite to listen to, but then having a cryptid slinking up out of the woods to make a meal out of you and it adds a whole nother layer.
It'd take its time of course, the first couple of encounters you have with it are just glimpses of something large moving through the trees, or the reflective glow of eyes caught in the beam of your flashlight at night, things that you'd be able to play off as just some of the local wild life.
And you'd be right, just not in the way you expect, it is the local wildlife, but it was no Bambi or Baloo.
Eventually the beast would get bolder, you'd hear it rummaging underneath your tower at night. Maybe you'd start finding evidence of the other meals it had while it played with you- tufts of fur from deer, the occasional bloody smear on a tree, or even scraps of clothing that look suspiciously similar in color to the descriptions of attire that the campers recently gone missing in the area had worn.
Then you wake up one night with the door forced open, no one's there, but the intentions are clear. It can get in (and had), It could come and take you whenever it wanted, and there's nothing you can do about it.
scrolling through the preyposting tag tryna scope out a meal
leashed pred not allowed to eat without permission. run fingers against the preds fangs, let the pred lick them. give them a tiny to swallow but it gets caught against their collar and sits in their gullet. has to sit and wait for the observer to pull on their collar so the prey can slip down again… if they try to do it themselves then they wont be getting any more prey. they need to behave if they want to be fed
pred drooling like crazy cause they keep having their jaws held open and teeth played with. can taste the observer’s hands and wants to devour them but they want to be good and be fed. so difficult not to snap and let instinct get the better of them. but its worth it to be handfed and have their belly rubbed and praised. how well-behaved!
maybe they try to get away with a nibble. its hard not to be tempted. but they’re chastised and don’t get any more rubs or tinies until theyve proven they can control themselves.
keep eating one after another until their gut is swollen and churning so loudly they cant think about anything other than how good it feels to be full.
tease the pred for how hard it was for them to sit still and behave and they mustve been soooo hungry. praise them for a good job and how now they can take a nice nap and sleep off their new meal
petplay (big fucking dragon)
I think having someone sleep on top of my stomach while someone else sleeps inside it would nice, like a little layered, weighted blanket
As long as it's not too heavy for the person inside it could be super cozy
playing a liminal spaces/backrooms game right now, and something about this space invokes vore thoughts in me. i mean, i know a lot of the critters traditionally found in the backrooms are weird skinny creatures, but what if they were big and fat.... lazy, slow-moving beasts.... endlessly wandering the hallways... and it's really rare for them to come across their prey of choice, so they have to preserve it in their tummies for a long time...
so stuffed with prey that it hurts but in a good way
i can feel each of them individually wriggling like an internal massage as i run my hand along my distended belly... nothing for me to do but lie on my back and chip away at the hearty meal i've gulped down, moving would prove too much of a hassle... my breathing slowed, punctuated every so often with an airy burp to alleviate the pressure... i think i'll nap for a bit, and wake up to a nice, soft, well-padded stomach...