#ch4nc3

[scaraporidae]

HALLOO

wanted to have a tumblr because i see some really cool artists here i wanna interact with EEK. HIII might as well post one of my earlier drawings i still like <3

[axogag5876]

Can you draw Chance pred and Mafioso and Itraped as prey please?

After so much waiting, your food is served, twin ;,3!!

Sorry if this took me a long time, the drawings look simple and all, but I just wanted my first request to turn out well ;,D!! Dinner Is server Chance pred fans (⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

PD: Also, my inspiration came from @fanv0reuser05 (a post in specific ;D), @clownie123 (draws muehehe) and @n00dlet0p (writting lelele) posts (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)

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One prize, Double Meal

(TW: Vore, Multiple Preys, Unwilling Preys, Size Diference, Digestion, some Burps and Hiccups)

(Contains draws :D!!)

The dim light in the room reflected the weight of the atmosphere, only illuminating three figures at the lit table. ITrapped shuffled the cards skillfully, keeping a close eye on each one; Mafioso sipped his expensive wine while watching ITrapped's movements; and Chance was simply playing with his lucky coin, which he desperately needed that night.

-"All set, Don! Go ahead! Go ahead! The night is still young..."

As the game continued into the night, Chance gradually began to feel weak and slightly tired, unfortunately due to hunger. Why? Our gambler skipped lunch to... gamble XD ¡What a fool! And honestly, he didn't expect today to be the day he had to pay his debt to Itrapped and Mafioso...

What was he thinking? He needed to concentrate; he was on thin ice. This was his last move, and he couldn't be thinking about food.

-"Chancey~ Double or nothing?" Itrapped said insistently and arrogantly, waiting for Chance's move.

Meanwhile, Mafioso was vociferously sharpening his sword, thinking he'd probably use it at any moment, while humming the casino music playing outside Chance's office. Chance, contemplating the situation, didn't think a quick snack was a bad idea at that moment, maybe two, so he went the way his gambler's instinct told him...

LET'S GO GAMBLING!!!

...

-"Go fishing~"- He lost... he really lost... Uh oh- This was going to get bad :[

"Game over, bunny~"- Mafioso said as he drew his sword, and Itrapped put on his icy gloves (HC).

Chance had nowhere to go, but even though they knew he could be taken down with a single blow, he put on his mittens and didn't hesitate to fight for his food~

(Many punchs and falls later)

With two loud and audible "GULP!!" the gambler finished swallowing the big rabbit, letting out a "hic" after that... Wait- He's missing someone-? Oh...

Before his hand could reach the lock, Chance's hand grabbed him, lifting him up and pinning him against the office door. "And where do you think you're going, buddy?" Chance said hungrily, before starting to lick the other man's face and greedily shoving his head into his mouth, forcing it down his throat to his stomach to keep Mafioso "company."

Tehee stupid boy lol

After an hour, the gambler was satisfied; his belly had shrunk a little more, reflecting that nothing but belly stew remained of his preys. Chance stretched slightly and patted his stomach, letting out a burp... A louder one-

-*Sighs* I won't deny it, you two tasted better than I thought, hehe, maybe my thoughts aren't so bad after all *Urrp* Ahh, but look on the bright side, you both satisfied my great hunger! *chuckles*

Hope yall like it :D!!

Extra thingie that i made ^⁠_⁠^!!

Yes, they respawned lol (This IS roblox my boy)

[cloudbroth]

Hi hi! I really really love your stories, and I’d like to request one! could you please write the reader walking in on Ch4nce after he’s eaten someone who lost a game to him, and he has the reader rub his belly to help him digest?

OOOOH THATS SOMETHING NEW

Me likey

Will definitely give it a try, never wrote something in this vein but i hope it will turn out as you anticipated :333

Gambling your meals

CWS: digestion, unwilling prey, belly rubs, teasing, sounds of digestion, burps, hiccups

You and chance knew each other for awhile now, from simply colleagues to pretty good friends if you fought about it. Ever since chance managed to open up his dream casino, you would hangout in it, helping around and sometimes playing yourself. But you weren’t the type to gamble, more so enjoying watching others play various games

Tho everything took an odd turn when you found chance little habit… whenever the person he was gambling against didnt have anything to give, chance found a rather unconventional way of getting bills payed

The usual jist happened, someone lost all theyre money and belongings, and under false premise chance took them to his office, to arrange some ‚different ways of paying’. Chance was scary amazing at it, sweettalking his prey into practically complete submission, well until his jaws clamps over theyre head. You had to admit, few times he’d convinced you to get gobbled up too! But you managed to somehow break away from his charms, tho the encounter was way too close for comfort…

Exiting the elevator, a familiar smell of expensive perfume and cigarettes hit your nose. Walking down the hallway, you already heard muffled protests and screams from behind the door. Huge mangrove wood door, with golden decorations here and there, paired nicely with blood red carpet. Without knocking you simply entered the office, to see, for most terrifying, sight…

*glurk* *slurp* chance was sitting on of his couches in the office, his stomach bulging out obscenely as meal inside struggled and threw an absolute fit. Only a hand still sticking out of chances mouth, soon being wrapped around with his tounge and disappearing past his lips with wet squelch „hah, this darling of a meal sure was a fighter~” his voice dripping with sickly swet tone, and casual demeanor. As if they didnt just devour a whole person in few greedy gulps, leaving a bulging mess as only proof „they sure look big, good thing i came over” without hesitation you came up to chance, your hands soon finding theyre way on theyre gut. Prompting the meal inside to struggle with a new vigor, but quickly dying back down with one strong squeeze „thats it, gosh, youre way too good at this toots” after doing it more than few times you knew exactly where and how to push, to make the pred absolutely melt under your touch

Soon the sounds of chances stomach got louder and more wet, prompting you to get back to it „*urp* exactly here, i feel them getting slower and more sluggish in there *hic*” rubbing the stomach, your fingers running downward through theyre happy trail. Before coming back up, and squishing down a bit to make digestion move faster. A sudden sloshing crunch could be heard, and chances stomach became even louder but less profound „*Uurpp* oh yeah, theyre half way there” licking theyre lips, chance slapped his stomach making it jiggle slightly „mmmm, but i still wish i had you sloshing around in there sweetheart~” and again with those flirty tactics, you simply turned your head, ignoring the advances

As the time went on, chances stomach got significantly smaller, so you stopped rubbing it as much as before. Chance on the other hand, took one of his cigars between his lips and lightning it up. Taking a long inhale, he gave you the cig, you gladly took it inhaling the fermented tabbaco, letting it linger in your mouth before exhaling the smoke through your nose „you know, i still have some space in there~” grabbing your chin in his hand, chance took another inhale, before blowing the smoke at your face. It was as if chance had this hypnosis power, making a simple cloud of smoke absolutely intoxicating and dizzying in best way possible. A sudden hot puff of air opened up before you, as you stared down a cavernous wet jaws. Smell of tobacco mixing with saliva and booze, turned into a dangerous cocktail of smells and feelings „come on, just give in, i know you want to~”

As soon as you put your hand even near chances awaits mouth, a knock on the door couldve been heard, breaking you out from the trance. Chance closed his mouth with a displeased look, before giving you a quick peck on the lips and getting up to the door. If noone came in, you probably wouldve ended like the gambler chance digested…

THAT WAS INTRESTING TO WRITE, ITS SHORTER THAN MY OTHER FICS BUT I STILL TRIED TO SQUEEZE IN AS MUCH CONTENT AS I COULD THINK OFF

Its something completely different when it comes to writing style and prompts, but i had so much fun writing it i hope you like it too!! <:3

[voreprince]

Could you maybe do ch\\4nc3 prey and G\\U3st 13/37 pred?

I tried-

[saturna-odd-zone23]

Picture yourself sitting in a glass full of wine (doesn’t matter what wine it is, and how you got in there is up to you), the person in front of you is either Mafioso, Chance, or Noseferatu (if you’re sitting in blood wine).

Who would you prefer to be drank by?

(I was grinning like a dumbass while writing this, I have no regrets :3)

[voreprince]

Ch4nc3 is a size shifter? I can just imagine a scenario where he panics by being chased by the killer and when he hoped to be lucky and was unlucky and was shrunk

[voreprince]

any *ahem* Chance (pun intended) if Ch4nc3 would become a giant pred? Maybe Mafi0s0 could feed the prey that are in dept! They’ll be sleepin with da fishes >:]

Finally figured out how to draw this-

[axogag5876]

Tehee Sneek Peek lol

Is a vore request :3!!

Descarted thingie lol

Soon soon...