#simons-song

[celestial-corvids-blog]

Someone cuddling up against a pred, their cheek resting on the pred's chest. The pred is full, having no intentions of eating the other, so it's really just a soft cuddle session, both are tired, but both are listening to the gentle sloshing and gurgling of the pred's stomach, slowly digesting their food. It makes a great cushion for the pred's cuddle buddy!

@yourcarnevoreuspal

[celestial-corvids-blog]

Shivering in a mix of both fear and pleasure as a pred licks you. You're sitting in their lap, but you're not getting up any time soon, not with how their hands are digging into your stomach, pressing your back against their growling belly. They're tasting you first, teasing you. You're terrified, but at the same time, you couldn't be more excited...

@yourcarnevoreuspal

[celestial-corvids-blog]

The idea of half-size or same-size vore is so, so appealing... Just the idea of a pred to be left out of commission for a while with the sheer size of their prey compared to themselves, needing to let their belly digest... The prey, watching as the neat folds of the pred's stomach stretch and flatten out every time they kick a little hard, or push a little too firm, much to their pred's mix of dismay and pleasure. They can feel the pred's pelvic bones digging into them through their belly, the sheer weight of them dragging them down and into the pred... Mmmm~

@yourcarnevoreuspal

[celestial-corvids-blog]

Prey at work knowing they have a hungry Pred waiting for them at home... Both of them were sad when the prey had to go to work, but the prey knew they had something to look forward to when they got home, and the pred especially knew they had something to look forward to as well... Given, the prey usually brings home dinner. That be some poor soul they wrangled back to the house that they get to watch squirm and squeal down the pred's throat, and have the honor of helping their pred digest via very loving belly rubs... Or the prey being the dinner themselves, being pounced on the moment they walk through the door...

Just a thought... @yourcarnevoreuspal <3

[celestial-corvids-blog]

This is a bit of a oneshot of The Beast in Slay The Princess, written from the point of view of the princess! I'm thinking I might write this again in the point of view of the player, I'll consider it if this gets attention! Not true to what happens in game.

TW FOR:

fatal vore

same size vore

unwilling prey

Fic Below!

You've been stalking the little bird ever since he entered the "basement." If this is even a basement anymore. Foliage litter the walls, and deep soil sink beneath your paws where brick once was. The leaves create the perfect cover for you, watching as the bird turns here and there. He can't see you. He can barely hear you. So you pounce.

He's lucky, he manages to barely dodge, but your claws drag across his arm. The fresh scent of blood fills your lungs, and you only grow hungrier. The point of this was to swallow him whole, and leave the cabin with him inside of you. You need him alive and with you to leave. But at this point… all you feel is hunger. You need him in your body. Your movements become slightly more calculated, but also leagues more eager. Rushed. The speed catches him off guard, he thought you'd be growing tired.

The steel claw in his hand glints in the moonlight that shines through the pathetic little window at the top of the basement. Does he really think he can harm you with that? Adorable.

You pounce again. And again. And again. Every time, he gets a little more scratched up, even a bite here and there. Every time, he grows slower. You try not to do too much damage, you don't want him to bleed out. You want to feel him squirm, you want him lively as he rests in the pit of your stomach and his demise.

Finally, finally, you're able to land on him. You feel his collar bone break beneath your paws when you slam him to the ground, pinning him to the dirt. His wings shake under both of your combined weights, and he arches his back off the ground in anguish as he lets out a half squawk, half scream. The little bird kicks his legs out, trying to push you off him, but you're far too heavy, and he's far too weak. You can only laugh.

You open your maw, already drooling at the thought of his taste, of his feathers scraping the insides of your throat and stomach. Of the fight. You grab him by the hips and begin to shove him down your throat, painfully slow. First, his hands, as he desperately tried to push your face away, you only took them into your throat. You feel a bit of relief that he dropped the pathetic blade when you tackled him. His talons scratch and dig into your flesh and fur, trying to push you away, but you only continue to swallow. You go with the grain of the feathers, feeling them slick down with your saliva. He thrashes, but you only clench your hands around him and threaten to bite him off right now, leaving him without anything below the hips.

Within seconds, he's sliding down your throat and into your stomach. The newly added weight causes you to stumble, your breath hitching. He's spreading his wings, trying to stop the descent, but fuck, it only makes your head spin in the best way. Your eyes roll back, the drag feeling so delicious. Feeling him squirm down your throat until you feel his body settle in your stomach.

He isn't a small creature by any means. He could easily reach around 10 feet tall if he wasn't hunched over all the time, but since he's last seen you… you've grown too. You're both around the same size, and that only makes the stretch of your organs all that more wonderful. You hear him plea, “Let me out!” And “I was only doing what I was told!” But they fall on deaf ears. All you can think about is how good it feels to be so undeniably full.

You almost forgot your objective, the whole reason for doing this in the first place. As much as you want to lay there, you pull yourself forward, marching to the door. He jostles in your stomach beautifully, your paws digging into the ground with the added effort. Once you reach the door, you go to open it and… nothing happens. You try once more, forceful this time, and still, nothing happens. A wave of frustration crashes over you but at the same time… relief. You had some time to savor this moment, savor the feeling of his body inside yours. If you can't escape, all you can do at this point is lay down as he's digested. You can't help but grin.

You don't even bother going back to your area, you only slowly lay down and grind your full stomach into the floor, feeling the contours of his body press against yours. You can hear a muffled whine and whimper, and then you jolt. You become breathless, feeling his wings slowly spread inside of you, hoping to cause you pain or discomfort. It worked, but not in the way he'd hoped. You wince, claws digging into the soil beneath you, and you growl. You grind your stomach harder into the dirt and hear another whine, feeling the pressure let up.

Good… You know this won't end until you leave the cabin… or until he dies. And it will be a bit before he's gone. Nothing but a mush of feathers and bone inside your stomach. Your hips can't help but continue their slow grind into the floor, your stomach churning and massaging around the creature inside you, acids already beginning their deliciously slow work. He still kicks and spreads his wings every now and then, but he's getting weaker. He's giving up. He's realizing there's no hope for him, and that his inevitable fate of becoming nothing but nutrition for you is slowly approaching.

Your stomach growls and rumbles, and you begin to hear slow sloshing become louder as more acid pools inside of you. A slow whimper comes from within your stomach, pulling a sigh from your throat. You close your eyes, feeling yourself begin to get drowsy from the full belly. You can feel him slowly stop moving, and you aren't sure if that's because he lost consciousness from lack of oxygen or being melted down, or fell asleep.

Though, around 20 minutes later, you know he's gone when you burp out a single, half melted talon. Before you know it, the loop begins again.

[celestial-corvids-blog]

Bird prey full of (infertile) eggs that gets eaten by a pred, and every time the pred pushes their stomach up against something or squeezes their stomach walls against the bird prey, the eggs either 1, get squeezed out bird prey or 2, get crushed inside bird prey OR both

OR. Pred keeps bird prey for the eggs, until they run out, and then swallows the prey, crushes the eggs in there with the bird prey...

@yourcarnevoreuspal ^^ mythought

[celestial-corvids-blog]

Inexperienced Pred turned Prey and Observer turned Pred...

@yourcarnevoreuspal ^^

The Observer grew too hungry feeding the Pred watching them enjoy their meal, which was still squirming and wiggling in their soft stomach. Due to the size of it, the pred was very checked out, only able to lay back and pant while their gut worked to digest its food, letting out gurgles and growls all while the Observer rubbed and massaged into it. The Observer got a tad too into it, leaning their face down, licking, and gently nibbling on the Pred's stomach as the Pred squirmed and gasped with every other firm push into it.

It wasn't long, before through the Pred's blissful haze, they noticed the Observer drooling over their body, and more than that, their stomach growling as if it hasn't been fed for days. The Pred grunted as they tried to shuffle away, but they weren't used to carrying the extra weight in their gut just yet. The feeling of their meal pushing into their hips when they tried to get up practically paralyzed the Pred, it felt wonderful.

The Observer moved quickly, being much more adept at being a predator than the other. Within seconds, the Pred's calves were already in the Observer's gullet, who was swallowing eagerly. They paused once they got to the Pred's hips, their distended belly resting on the other's lips. This only guaranteed that they'd make an even more filling meal... The Observer took their sweet time, especially with the knowledge that their Pred friend was too full to wiggle much. They made damn sure to squeeze and even bite a bit on the Pred's stomach and back, massaging it and sending groans from the Pred's lips.

Their belly was swallowed with a thick glck, making a thick bulge in the Observer's throat, which worked tirelessly to drag the Pred further and further down. Now down to their chest, the Pred tried to push and squirm against the Observer, tried to make themselves as difficult to swallow as possible, but it was no use. Their inevitable destination was already gurgling eagerly, waiting for them below.

With the last few gulps, the Pred slipped into the Observer's stomach. The weight of the Pred and their meal settled, while the Pred could only sigh and lean into the walls of their new resting place. They had no choice but to accept this, all while still dealing with the aftermath of their own, weakly wiggling meal. The Observer meanwhile, is over the moon.

They have never felt so beautifully full before...

[celestial-corvids-blog]

Prey teasing a pred by returning all their teasing licks and bites with licks and bites of their own. But they soon regret it when they feel themselves sliding down the pred's convulsing throat. Unless it was on purpose for this to happen all along!

@yourcarnevoreuspal ^^