Story idea, recycling the concept of a pred forced to eat prey:
Imagine a pred is somehow being forced to eat a prey they love, and both the aggressor and their prey don't know that the pred can do reformation. The whole time leading up to the act they're desperately trying to comfort them and find a way to assure them that it's okay, but they can't find a safe way to hint at them being safe without tipping off the other person, so they try to be as gentle and loving as they can be as they're forced to press their trembling body past their lips. They're so scared, they can feel it, and nothing they do can fix that, they can't find a way to tell them this isn't the end, not forever.
Swallowing is agony, but no more than the feeling of them struggling more and more the deeper they sink. They never wanted their first time to be like this, they never wanted to hurt them so badly. They're kept there, forced to sit there and feel their body break them down as they sob and cry, making sounds only their pred can hear. And after it all, once they know it's safe and they're finally somewhere they can bring the prey back, neither of them are the same again. They'll never get to have a safe first time, so maybe it never even happens again. The pred won't stop looking for ways to make their prey feel safe and loved again. The prey will never forget what it felt like to be destroyed and recreated.
Here, have a really lazy half-ass Zorumi soul vore thing for voretober day 1: heart
Rumi drew it closer, nestling her nose into it as she drew a shaky breath. It was the strangest feeling… it was warm, but it felt like holding a ball of ice in her hands. And there was something about it that wasn't exactly a pressure, more like tension, the gentle whispers of light enveloping something more. A part of her desperately longed to burrow her fingers into it, deeper and deeper still, until she could feel herself strike it's very core… but she could never risk it, not when she might hurt the precious life in her hands.
It smelled like her. Not like the perfume she wore or the snacks she sometimes got all over her comfort shirts, but there was something unmistakably Zoey… it was warm, gentle, and intoxicating. Rumi breathed it in a few more times, a tingle of heat running up her spine, only to flood back down through her as it hit her head. It felt surreal, that this warm, cold, beautiful thing hovering in her palms was the woman she treasures so dearly. The lights that blazed from her soul were strong and gentle all at once, flickering shades of color that could only be rivaled by an ocean wave or a shift of a borealis. It was mesmerizing, she could lean back and watch it flicker for hours on end without growing bored… if it weren't for the deep ache still filling her chest. She needed this, she needed her. She wanted the pain to go away.
She looks over Zoey's still body one last time, seeing her chest continue to rise and fall with soft breaths, even though the light behind those closed eyes was gone. And then she lets her eyes flutter shut as her lips slowly part.
When she brought it to her mouth she wasn't sure how to do it. It felt fluid, but it still had the faintest hint of form to it. It had looked so big before, would it even fit? What if the demon side of her had been watered down by her humanity, and she wouldn't be able to get it down? So many things could go wrong… And just as quickly as her anxiety had spiked, it faded as she tipped her hands, her body reacting on instinct as her heart beat faster. She felt a familiar flush across her skin, the same sensation she always felt when her patterns woke up. She didn't care how much she was surely glowing. All that mattered was that she was about to swallow Zoey's soul.
She pressed it in, past her teeth, nestling it into her tongue, a weak sound rolling up her throat. There was no resistance, or at least, none she could sense. Just a warmth filling her mouth to the brim, and the thinnest memory of a pulse that she could've been imagining.
Rumi’s head lolls back as another soft sound escapes her, and then time seems to slow, to break apart all around her as every fiber of her being hones in on the feeling of that ball of light sliding back. And then her throat caught it effortlessly, dragging it down as if it was just as desperate as Rumi's aching heart. The shift of her tugging muscles was reflected in her patterns, a darker shade of violet originating at her throat, rippling down her skin until it faded out entirely. Rumi fell back, shaking uncontrollably as tears budded in the corners of her eyes. A ragged breath bubbled out of her as she felt the warmth slowly ease down deeper, and deeper, the process agonizingly slow as her body coaxed Zoey into the dark depths of her being. It reached her chest, and an alien sensation followed as it slowed even more, her muscles working it off of the path her body was used to and into something else. Rumi can't help but flinch, curling in on herself as a dull pang tails after the warmth as her body began to open up in a way it never had before. But the ache faded to the back of her mind as she suddenly felt the warmth settle, resting in a place just above her stomach. To her amazement, the light started to pulse, sending waves of warmth radiating through her.
She fell limp, tears rolling down her face as the weakest smile tugged at her lips. She was vaguely aware of her own hand resting over the core of that tender heat, her fingers brushing over her skin as if her touch could somehow reach the soul buried deep inside of her.
It was perfect. It was everything. She never wanted to let go of this amazing feeling… but she would keep her promise. Once the timer went off, she would let her go again, place her back into her own frame. She hoped this felt as good to Zoey as it did for her, she hoped she would be able to talk about it I the moments that followed. And if Zoey did like it… well. Then Rumi would devour her all over again, until they were both satisfied, their hungers satiated and their hearts full.
So, I'm thinking of doing a "choose your own Vore-venture" kind of thing with like three paths. I admittedly am stuck on the whole Jinx as a pred thing, so I want to do a story where the reader is living with her and Isha and shenanigans happen (not including Isha, this isn't involving minors bc you two do some naughty stuff too. You just struggle to hide what you're doing from her to make it more dramatic.) You're just a cute little disfunctional gremlin family and you and Jinx happen to do some uh.... Naughty stuff together X3
It would be sapphic though, because I prefer writing sapphic junk, so it would be fm pov TvT
And it would have some schmexy time followed by g/t oral and vaginal (either or both depending on the route, but I don't consider it unbirth so if that's what you're after, this ain't it.) and nonfatal because she loooooves you ooooooh~ XD
If anyone is interested in that drop a like and maybe I'll actually be motivated to do it~
And I'm curious what my audience is, so I'm throwing on a poll too. I'm not dumb, I know a chunk of the audience who would like this would be guys, so y'all can be honest about this. Maybe I'll even try to cater to whatever my audience is more in the future, so...
What are ya?
A guy
A gal
A nonbinary pal (same bestie!)
Other
Rather not say (I'm not doing anything weird with this poll silly, but it's oke)
Voting ended onJan 5
And if it isn't already obvious I usually write wlw and the rare mlm. I used to dabble in wlm but it just doesn't suit my tastes. 👐
Okay, so you know the whole yearning thing where one character just simps for the other one for ages upon ages until anything actually happens? I like the idea of that with vore added into the mix.
Maybe the other character is also in love with them and by the time they finally do something about it, imagine their surprise when the other person straight up eats them! They'd probably get used to it, but I'm sure they expected a kiss or something first, sheesh. But a first date is sure to follow the unusual encounter...
I'm really stuck on the yearning thing, not sure why.
I might do a few voretober prompts as short drabbles, but I probably won't be doing any drawings this year, since I'm having a hard enough time with my usual commissions on my main QvQ
And to start things off right, I'm going to add a story guide to my main post (and a new post) to help people find everything.
