#v.vore

[acorncake]

could we get some more predford maybe ,,?

Been awhile since I've drawn s4nf0rd, I kinda forgot my own design for him

[snexy-the-snail]

I hope I made brat child happy! But I noticed that you said that you make short vore stories for different fandoms. So, Have you heard of Bendy and the ink machine? I personally see the ink demon absorbing his prey(sense the dude literally can't open his freakin mouth) and take them to a safe zone if danger is around. Maybe the ink also doesn't hurt them, just drain energy, which is probably the ink demons food source.

Oh this is a good idea! Bare with me I've just sorta binged all the game plays and theories))

Henry wasnt sure what compelled him to come back to the old studio, maybe it was for nostalgia or the fact it was closing down and it would be his last chance...either way he went.

He expected a quick in and out but what he got was a survival practice in case ink ever took over.

"It'll be fun, just for old times sake." He grumbles sarcastically to himself, trudging down the ink slicked hallway. Trying to find a way out of this hell hole had been a joke. He was just going further down into the hellscape.

He throws his hands up in exasperation when the hallway just ended, no exit no rooms just wall. Better yet the ink he learned to avoid was bubbling in its puddle.

"Fuck."

That was an understatement. The ink creatures rose from the ink letting out noises he had grown to hate. Thankfully he had an escape and most likely wouldnt need to fight.

He spun around ready to hightail it when he noticed that no he did not have an escape. The tall twisted Bendy that barely fit in the hallway was standing there. This wasnt the 'little darling devil' he had drawn years ago.

"Fuck." It was repeated but he didnt exactly have a good plan. Behind himwere bloodthirsty ink creatures and infront if him an ink demon that never would've made it past censoring.

Ink latched into his pants making him hiss in pain. It was like a thousand needles stabbing into him. What these things were actually made of he didnt know nor did he want to find out. He wasnt sure if moving would alert the Bendy so he stayed painfully still.

He curses and stumbles back when the twisted thing infront of hin hobbled towards him. Apparently Jurassic park rules didnt apply here.

"Come on- this cant be how it ends." He says mostly to himself. The ink creatures shrieked at the thing coming towards him, a few detaching but twostubborn ones latched onto him like glue.

He stared up at the twisted thing half expecting a mouth full of razor sharp teeth to open. The demon simply swatted the stubborn creatures away making noises that had to be from hell. "Well? What are you going to do?"

The creature tilts his(its, her?) Head at him like he was asking a stupid question. He stared definatly at it, very surpised when not human arms reached out, clawed liked hands grasping his shoulders.

The ink behind him bubbled in rage but it didn't stop the twisted Bendy, if anything it acted quicker with whatever he was doing.

"Nothing speaks here does it."

No answer. He should've figured that already. He wasnt sure if the thing even had a mouth. He was pulled forward for a moment before he got his bearings and dug his feet into the ground. Bendy let a soft growl out and just tugged harder, Henry having no choice but to basically face plant into the body infront of him.

"Ya giving me a hug?" Probably a stupid thing to say, but that's all he could describe it as. He was pressed against its inky body, the arms keeping him from doing anything other than wriggle.

A soft croon. That sounded friendly at least, better than the growling and hissing behind him. The 'hug' didn't last long. The body had been firm for a second, now he was just simply sinking into it. That coudlnt be good. He tried squirming away, looking despretely up at the creature. When had it crouched down? Why was he sinking into its middle?

"Bud this... I dont know what you're doing but this will kill me."

It crooned in response, hands pushing him into the ink which gave way ridlciously quickly. He couldnt crane his neck comfortably to peer at anything else, now forced to stare at the void.

The ink was warm, it washed over him like a soft comforter. He expected something less..comfortbale. He was completely surrounded in soft plush darkness which was humid compared to the bitter chill of the building. He was completely inside the twisted Bendy. The whole ordeal only took a couple of seconds.

Sticky tendrils clung to him but he found he didnt have the energy to try and wipe them off, actually he didnt have the energy to do much. He squints slightly trying to find some sort of light source.

He stuck his hand out, frowning when it just connected with a plush (it wadnt flesh it coudlnt be) wall. He sunk further into it, briefly wondering why until he realized his arm was no longer supporting him

"What is-" he trailed off his throught getting jumbled. He couldn't remember what he was going to say. Everything shifted around him and he didnt relaized he was comfortably cradled until his eyes were slipping closed. It was hard to tell when they were opened or closed, everything was just so dark and very warm.

Henry scowls to himself trying to put a bit of a fight though none of his limbs were obeying, they felt like lead. He grunts to himself trying to at the least sit up. It failed miserably. He was at the ink's mercy here, whatever it was doing he coudlnt stop it.

Cold fresh air woke him up. He wasnt sure when he had closed his eyes or had fallen asleep but here he was, hands guiding his torso out from the soft prison.

There wasnt much he could say. What could he say to soemthing that didnt have the capabilities of speaking back to him

He glances around, surpised to find no deathly puddles of ink anywhere, just solid blissful ground. His knees buckle slightly as the thing attempted to set him down. He felt weak, which wasnt a good thing to be down here. The thing seemed to agree, letting a warning noise out.

His legs miraculously gained strength after that noise. It was probably a new rush of adrenaline. A heavy weight settled on his head, like the thing was patting him. He looks up, gaping in surpise. Did this twisty Bendy just save his life? His thoughts slowly became more coherent as the ink dripped off of him.

The thing seemed content that he was standing and started walking the opposite direction leaving Henry to wonder what the hell just happened.