Mermay 2026
A drawing I did to celebrate Mermay! (And maybe also mayternity.)Â This mermaid looks like she's made quite the catch... and she might not be quite done yet!
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Mermay 2026
A drawing I did to celebrate Mermay! (And maybe also mayternity.)Â This mermaid looks like she's made quite the catch... and she might not be quite done yet!
Thanks Mom
Happy Mother's Day, everyone!
Technically Correct
The best kind of correct.
Furry Knees
Remember a little while ago, when one of those websites got all up in arms about furry characters needing to have "human-like knees"? I doodled this sketch back then. Look at those scandalous knees! There's definitely nothing else uncouth going on in this picture.
Camouflage
A momentary glimpse in the snow. It stares at you for a moment, the end of a fluffy tail writhing in its mouth. Then it vanishes into the white, leaving no trace. Was it ever there at all? And what -- or who -- did that tail belong to?
Egg Production
The Easter Bunny has a lot of eggs to produce this time of year, so she's always looking for "volunteers" to help. Happy Bunny Day, everyone!
Day After April 1st
Rox doesn't really participate in April Fools' Day. She's just like this all the time.
Escaping
Every pred has these days, right? You think you've got a perfect opportunity for a meal, and then the prey's family or friend group shows up out of nowhere and you realize it's time to beat feet. Just hope the extra weight doesn't prevent you from getting away!
Satisfied Guest
Tayor swallowed hard, her whole body rolling with the motion. Another inch of the fox's paws and tail vanished between her lips. How long had she been at this now? An hour? Longer than that? Honestly, it was amazing she had even gotten this far. The foxtaur innkeeper was enormous, and Tayor herself wasn't exactly big. Her jaw ached, and her throat burned. But at the same time, as she felt him squirming deep in her core, she wasn't sure she had ever felt more satisfied. Besides, she was committed now: he was not coming back out. She didn't think she could release him at this point even if she wanted to. So she steeled herself, squeezing her eyes shut from the effort as she swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, forcing the fox's hindpaws and tail further into her gullet.
Another "what if" moment from one of my D&D games, though one that could very easily become reality under the right circumstances.
Burrow Raid
The fox took a moment to regain her composure. She was already feeling very full. The two rabbits she had already eaten were squirming in her gut, seemingly fighting over the limited space in there. It was going to get even more cramped when she finished swallowing this third one, and she still had another one trapped under her forepaws. She didn’t need to eat all of them. Hell, one of the voluptuous rabbits probably would have been a filling enough meal, and two was kind of pushing it. But she had put a lot of effort into infiltrating this burrow, and she was going to eat the whole burrow, even if it took her a month to digest afterward. She braced herself, then shoved, starting the process of manhandling the rabbit’s swollen belly into her gullet. After all, her mother had taught her to never let food go to waste.
Winter Storage
Squirrels, like many animals, like to store food for the winter. This squirrel seems to be taking inspiration from bears instead. A little doodle I actually did quite a while ago and never posted. I don't think I'm gonna finish this one, so I thought I'd post it as-is!
Three At Once
The finished version of a doodle I did the other day after playing around with that new Voresky website. I almost immediately downed multiple prey -- and one of them was a horse lady who was quite a bit larger than my rabbit. I imagine she may have overdone it... just a bit.
Box of Chocolates
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Be careful of any boxes of chocolates you find lying around. Those mimics have been getting trickier and trickier.
Skittish
“Please! Let me out!” Sammy kicked hard, but the pliant stomach walls just deformed around her paw before snapping back into place. As a cat, she was extremely flexible, but these environs were cramped even for her, squeezing her into tangled mess of limbs. Her fur was soaked, and she could feel bits of plant matter getting matted into the hairs. An acrid, grassy smell stung her nose. She felt a rumble, which culminated in what could only be a belch. The walls churned around her, squeezing her into a new position. Sammy wailed in pain. Her left leg throbbed – she was worried it might be broken. It had twisted unnaturally on the way down. The deer had lunged at her without warning, and had crammed the feline down her gullet without much concern for the orientation of her limbs. “I’m begging you!” Sammy tried again, raising her voice. “I just… I just wanted directions!” But there was no indication the deer could hear her. Instead, she felt movement, a gentle bobbing to accompany the churning walls as the deer started to walk. “I don’t wanna die…” Sammy sobbed, but the only answer was the sound of the deer’s heartbeat, and a wet glrrp as her stomach resettled again.
Michelle let out a huff, then wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket as she felt her stomach settle. She was already regretting this. She was not used to eating something this big in one gulp. Her throat burned from the stretching, and her first stomach felt uncomfortably full. And then there was the squirming. How long was it going to take to fully process this cat? Days? Weeks? Would she have to deal with this that whole time? But it was better than being on the other side. The predator had come out of nowhere. Thank goodness that Michelle had been able to act fast and turn the tables on her. She’d rather deal with a few stomachaches than wind up being one. And hey, at least now she didn’t have to worry about what she was going to have for lunch!
Hi everyone! On a whim, I decided to use Inkscape to finish a drawing. It's been a while, hasn't it?
Idol
“Churn! Churn! Churn!” Lynna prowled back and forth on stage, her thick tail trailing behind her. She made sure to turn so that everyone in the audience could get a good, long look at the gut hanging out of her open jacket. Her fur writhed and squirmed as the person trapped underneath struggled. She brought the microphone to her mouth. “What was that, fans?” “Churn! Churn! Churn!” Chrissy chanted along with the rest of the crowd as the enthusiasm grew, throwing her voice into that combined energy with all her might. She was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with other concert-goers in the standing-only general admissions area, and the whole crowd pulsed with the rhythm of the chant, pumping their fists in the air. From her vantage point on the stage, Lynna loomed over them, a grin on her face, her gaze going from the upper seats down to the floor in front of the stage. When she continued, her voice reflected the enthusiasm of the crowd, clear and pure through the venue’s sound system. “Do you want me to churn this bitch!?” The chant devolved into a wild roar, Chrissy’s own throat starting to turn sore as she pumped her own excited scream into the mix. Lynna lowered the mic, pressing it against the writhing fur of her midsection. A powerful, rolling gllllrrrrrn, accompanied by what sounded like a muffled scream for help, was broadcast through the entire venue by that same powerful sound system. The crowd cheered even louder, as the rest of the band took that as a cue to start the next song. Chrissy couldn’t remember the last time she had had so much fun. Watching Lynna’s concerts was nothing compared to actually being there. The energy of the crowd was infectious, and she was so close it felt like she could almost reach out and touch Lynna’s squirming gut. She made it part of the show, turning and dancing and posing to show it off as she belted out her music. She stalked the stage, looking out at the crowd and licking her lips, as if imagining which one of them were next. It was, of course, all just part of the show. Chrissy knew that. Being “the predatory pop star” was Lynna’s whole gimmick. She did this every show, picking a “volunteer” from the audience to join her on stage. But wow, being here in person, Chrissy had to admit that they certainly made it look real. That rabbit she had pulled up on stage looked genuinely surprised. The combination of embarrassment and fear on her face had seemed authentic when Lynna had pulled off her concert t-shirt, tossing it into the crowd with a “she won’t be needing this anymore!” The sound design had been fabulous when Lynna had placed the mic near her throat while “swallowing” the girl. And whatever combination of lighting tricks and stage magic the crew had used to conceal wherever the rabbit had really gone was effective enough that Chrissy couldn’t spot the trick. Combined with the seamless prosthetic (and apparently animatronic?) stomach, it truly did look like the performer had eaten one of her fans. Chrissy forced herself to stop trying to pick it apart. Why ruin the magic? She could just lose herself in the fantasy, like the rest of the audience. Bask in Lynna’s predatory energy, lose herself to the crowd, and sing along with her favorite songs. She had paid a lot to be here, so she should enjoy herself! And hey, maybe next time, she would be the lucky pick, and then she would find out exactly how the show worked.
Possum Snack
I found this possum girl rummaging through my trash! I figured, hey, free snack. Don't worry, I made her take a shower first!
Fluttersnack
I don't usually draw a lot of fan art, especially vore-related fan art. But this literally came to me in a dream, so I decided to doodle it. I don't usually remember my dreams. And when I do, they're pretty hazy. But my wife and I have been watching MLP, and I had a dream the other night with at least one moment that stood out pretty clearly. The Mane 6 were in a throne room, with several of the characters talking and discussing some sort of plan. And off to the side was Fluttershy, looking like this. Clearly having eaten someone. It wasn't the focus of the scene. None of the other ponies seemed to care. It was just... a background element.