Precious gems decorated every finger and draped from golden chains around his neck as if he were royalty. His frame was covered in ceremonial robes —the thicker silk was highly decorated with intricate golden patterns, complete with a soft belt tied low to accommodate his rounded girth. His face was painted with a mixture of intricate swirls and sharp edges. Sunder barely recognized the image reflected in the mirror.
He enjoyed this vision. The deep scars etched into his face were still present, but the paint accentuated his strong cheekbones and optics instead. For once, he did not look like a savage beast. For once, he looked handsome- he felt handsome. But this self-love was fleeting, as his smile revealed those long, crooked teeth, a reminder of the monster that still lived deep within.
Some things paint could not fix.
This day was special, requiring extra pampering to prepare for the ceremonial initiation. Once again, he was cleaned in a warm bath but was also buffed and polished to an impeccable shine. The attention was adored, and Sunder giddily anticipated becoming part of this culture and, for once in his life, belonging somewhere.
Turning one way then another, Sunder admired his near-pristine frame. His exterior was flawless, but what was inside fell short of expectations. Doubts of salvation still plagued his thoughts, and nightmares panned out in his dreams, but the time meditating with Wing taught him new ways to handle life’s troubles. A life devoted to Primus would ease the burden of guilt from his red shoulders, promising a new beginning.
Sunder desperately welcomed this.
When the time came, a pair of mechs graciously bowed, then gently led the apprentice outdoors. The sun blazed, warming his plating and illuminating his bedazzled frame. The trio meandered through fields of flowers to an outcropping on top of a hill, greeted by a chorus singing glory to Primus. When devotion came into play, these worshippers spared no expense.
The trees' branches were adorned with long, colorful strands of flower chains, and a ring of flickering candles enclosed the sacred space. Fancy-colored rocks — nature's art — formed a pair of smaller circles in the center, their centers filled with a bed of red and yellow petals. And standing in one of those circles was Wing, arms graciously outstretched in a welcoming manner.
When pedes crossed the threshold, Sunder was positioned within the empty circle and beckoned to bow. A crown of wildflowers was bestowed upon his helm as pious chants were sung like the call of songbirds. Wing’s servos reached out, gently guiding the new recruit to kneel on the colorful bed of pedals.
“Welcome to your special day, Sunder,” Wing whispered, the smile that spread upon his face radiating warmth and acceptance. “You look astonishing, my prince.” A playful wink flashed, and then the flier raised his palms to the air, addressing the gathered masses.
“We gather before you, Lord Primus, to welcome this wandering spirit to your guiding light.” Wing spoke, raising his helm to the sky. “Grant our lost soul the courage to open his spark to be filled with your knowledge.”
“Grant us strength, Primus!” The crowd repeated as they stood hand in hand with their helms graciously bowed.
“Bless us with your welcoming wisdom to bring this willing spark to a higher level.”
“Bless us, Primus!”
“Show us your mercy and encompassing love now and forever!”
“Show us mercy, Primus!”
Wing graciously lowered himself and knelt in the decorative circle before Sunder. His hands untied the royal blue robe, exposing his broad chest and cockpit. “Now, it's time to make a true connection and surrender yourself completely to me. Grant me access to your ports.”
Sunder’s optics shot open, and his chest felt like it was caught in a vice. His stomach churned as the small paneling on either side of the Spiritualist’s cockpit slid open to reveal a set of ports and cords. Was this really happening- this was never mentioned as part of this ritual.
Unsettling memories of Froid flooded his memory, changing the joyous moment into one of dread. Sunder no longer saw Wing kneeling before him, but rather his previous companion prying open his paneling, ready to stab his cables into his ports. The feeling of being forced to share what he was unwilling to give was sickening, and such memories caused him to flinch, his plating clenching tightly to his frame.
A gasp was sucked in. “Oh, Sunder! I am so sorry!” Wing sputtered with wide optics, and jaw dropped. “I...I didn’t think... I didn’t think about your past. Oh my stars, how careless of me!” His hands, trembling with the shock of his mistake, captured the Autobot’s seeking forgiveness. “That was inconsiderate of me. I hope you can look past my carelessness.”
“I.... um...” Sunder was flabbergasted; his spark rapidly pulsed in his chest. “W-What’s the point of making this connection?”
“To fully open yourself to me as your spiritual leader,” Wing bowed his helm. “It’s a sign of trust, as well as your willingness to give yourself completely to Primus.” A slight frown appeared as upturned optics lowered. “I can understand your hesitation due to what... what Froid put you through.”
Froid- a therapist who took getting inside of one’s processor a little too seriously-promised him power beyond his imagination. His mnemosurgery was happily encouraged- praised even, and so his addiction was always well fed. But their partnership became one-sided. After every feast that slid down Sunder’s throat and filled his belly with wriggling prey, the doctor impatiently claimed his end of the bargain.
Eventually, overbearing control kicked in. The deal was a sham: Froid was in line for that knowledge and power, not him. When Sunder voiced his concerns, harsh words cut him down, easily turning to physical punishments. Being a puppet to his cravings, Sunder always submitted, his ports always free to use despite the degradation and humiliation.
“I just....don’t ever want to feel that helpless again.” Feeling Froid’s presence within his frame, sucking out information like drinking juice from a straw, was draining, a feeling worse than death. Once freed, Sunder vowed never again to become what he had been before.
“I understand, baby.” The flier sighed. “Nothing will be pried out of you, I promise. Think of it as my spirit flowing within your frame, filling you with a serene presence. My only intention is to guide you, to heal you, and to make you feel safe and wanted. But this act has to be done to complete your initiation.”
You've always wondered what was at the bottom of the ocean. You know that NASA knows but won't tell you. Today was the day you were going to find out. What you didn't expect to find was a small water snake human thing. It was honestly kinda cute. It was about the size of your arm. Its torso was about as big as your hand. The snakes colours were beautiful, its tail was a mix of colours, lots of blues and purples and greens. You wanted to explore it a little more closely, before you could start to inspect the creature, they decided
it wanted to inspect you. It swirled all around your body from your head to your feet. on its way you saw that it paused at your legs which it seemed to take some interest in. after it seemed to be done inspecting you it coiled itself around your wrist. It started to pull seeming like it wanted to lead you somewhere. You decided to follow it because you thought it couldn't do any harm, you came down to explore so why not explore with your new small friend. It quickly led you to an open cave that somehow didn't have any water in it. Once you got into the cave the creature still wanted to explore you. It started to slither farther up your arm and wrapped itself loosely around your neck, you didn't mind this sort of affection. The creature's body was wet but surprisingly not cold. You reached up to your head to grab you scuba stuff and it darted down to coil around your thigh. Once it seemed to realize you were just taking stuff off it wanted to go back to exploring. You were completely fine with this as it's been doing that for the whole time. But now that you had your scuba stuff off it had more areas to explore. You didn't mind as you thought it was kinda cute. It poked at your face for a few minutes then moved to trying to pry your mouth open. You didn't see anything wrong with it, yes it was odd but it was just exploring, right? What's the harm in it? You opened your mouth for it to explore and it lost its balance and fell onto your tongue. It tasted really good. You didn't want to admit it but it was true. You let it sit on your tongue for a bit and let it continue to explore but you couldn't take it anymore. You closed your lips around its mid torso. It didn't seem to mind the fact that you had just trapped it inside your mouth, it probably didn't understand what was about to happen. Even in the pitch back it still wanted to explore. oh well it can explore even more of you now. You tilted your head back and gave a big gulp. You ended up only getting half of its upper half but you enjoyed this. You knew the little guy would be fine but for now you just wanted to help the dude explore. You were being nice, right? One more gulp and its whole torso was in your throat. At this point you could now taste its scaly snake like half. It didn't taste bad but it wasn't the same taste as its upper half. its upper half tasted more like shrimp. its was a bit of an odd taste at first but why complain. its snake half seemed to taste much more fishy almost like You felt it move under your skin taking you away from your thoughts about its taste. The little guy seemed to now understand what was happening. As it started to wiggle a bit. But not how you expected it would. It almost seemed to want to go deeper. Which you of course were completely alright with. You could feel the wriggling lump it made through your skin with a finger. It didn't feel bad or wrong. Two more gulps sent its upper half into your stomach. You could feel it continue to explore just as it was on its way down. Another gulp sent a little more down. At this point your stomach was already starting to stretch. Once you got all of it down it would look like you were a few months pregnant. You didn't care though. You had to keep going. You can't just stop in the middle of a meal. The rest was just its tail which you could now see was slightly swinging from side to side almost like it was happy or excited. This made you feel better about your impulsive decision to swallow it whole. You slurped up the rest of its tail like a noodle and with a few last gulps the rest of its body was now in your esophagus. It didn't take long to get comfortable and continue to poke and feel around inside. Feeling it move around and touch pretty much the whole surface area of your stomach felt good. Just having something so large and filling was nice. You put your hands over your stomach and could feel the little dude moving around through your skin. It was an odd sensation but also interesting. You certainly would not mind doing this again sometime. It was a cute little thing and seemed quite friendly, definitely curious you could say that much for sure. You felt like you could get used to this feeling of being so perfectly full.
~Warning contains slight cooking/Vore, and anal vore. YOU ARE THE PREDATOR~
You looked around the kitchen cabinets looking around for seasonings and maybe some wine that would go good with your meal. Your dinner guest Clair was currently tied up on a huge dinner platter. Her arms and legs restricted so she couldn't get away. An apple was shoved deep into her mouth preventing her from calling for help. You smirked looking at how appetizing she looked. Nude and bound, unable to escape. All she could do was squirm. You were a an eighteen year old male with exotic tastes. You loved to devour humans, not being one yourself it was only natural. You sprinked a little seasoning over her body, making sure you had covered her before starting to pour a special sauce you whipped up over her nice curvy body. Your stomach growled loudly telling you it was time. You quickly picked up the platter causing the girl to squirm and shriek in fear. Your mouth opened widely allowing her to spot the enterance to your throat very quickly.
Her eyes widened in fear as you let her slide off the plate and slip into your mouth. Moaning as you began to suck her up quickly and swall her down. She gasped and struggled, wriggling as she descended down your gulllet. Your cheeks were blushing as you continued to swallow her body. Sucking and licking on every delectable area, until she disappeared down your throat, forming a nice round bulge in your stomach. You took a napkin to wipe off all the sauce you had gotten on your face as you heard sloshing sounds coming from your wriggling stomach. You sighed in satisfaction, rather pleased with yourself.
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About a few days after the events of that evening you had brought a new girl home named Helena. Your guardians were working per usual. They were rarely ever home so the house was practically yours.
You had just finishing having sex with the girl you brought home when you suggested something kinky. You asked her if she wanted to try bondage. She agreed unaware you had something more in mind. When you finished tying her wrists and ankles together, you suddenly grabbed some duct tape.
"What are you-mmm!" You simply smirked placing it upon her lips and silencing her before turning your back and moving her feet towards your ass. You bit your lip, before hearing her muffled cries and she thrashed around bit. You spread your cheeks and stretched your hole out before begin to push her feet inside, moaning loudly at the sensation as you continued pull her in, her legs being fairly easy but her hips were a bit of a challenge. You began to thrust your hips back and forth so you'd move her in and out of you as you continued to take her in deeper. Her muffled screams filling your ears but you were in too much pleasure to care. They were too quiet for any that would save her to hear. You moved her arms towards your hole, stuffing them inside to the best your ability and letting her sink in a little more before getting on your knees and raising your ass up high in the air.
Your hands move down towards your cheeks spreading them and wiggling your ass to get her to sink in more. You noticed her body was making a nice round bulge in your lower abdomen which you rubbed form a moment before continuing sucking her breasts and shoulders up your before letting out a gasp. You used one hand to shoved her head and neck inside, letting her face remain visible, peeking out of your hole. Your face was flushed red and you moaned feeling her squirm inside. You planned to keep her for a little while longer to pleasure yourself with before sucking her into your stomach to digest. You noticed a knock at the door. You sighed and began to pull on your clothes before heading to the door. There was a package for you.
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Your character isn't human. (You decide what he is. Must look human however.)
He was adopted by humans however and raised as an almost normal boy.
The plot from here is up to you, we can add a no kill prey character that is immune to stomach acids and your character falls in love with them or we can just continue to go and eat as many prey characters as you like.
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Rules: NO SCAT FARTS OR PISS KINKS. NO MUTALATION OR GORE. Cooking will not involved prey being burned it must be painless.
This RP contains CLEAN ANAL VORE.
Clean full tour is included if you choose to add the acid immune character.
Cock Vore is allowed but no digestion with cock Vore because it just doesn't make sense to me and I don't like it.
Shrinking can be allowed but characters cannot be smaller than a house cat.
You can be a normal male or a femboy (feminine crossdressing male.)
~~If you liked this art and the attached story, please consider commissioning me! Here's my commission info!: tinascommissions.carrd.co/~~
Mythos smirked at the feeling of warm, wiggly weight sprawled in his mouth. His tongue lapped at what little of Tina's tail remained outside his lips. As he did, he noticed a feeling at his back. Like someone was watching him. Or...glaring?
He turned his head, eyes widening at the sight of a silhouette behind him. All he needed to see were the blue scales, blue eyes, and very unhappy expression. Ollie stood at his back, their brown-rimmed blue eyes orbs of rage. Mythos cleared his throat gently. Had to be mindful of his little treat...
"Ah...hm, Tina?" he mumbled, turning around. He did his best to ignore the piercing gaze at his back. "Could you please call your boy off?"
There was a pause, and a shift at the back of his mouth. Mythos felt Tina's hands squish into his tongue, a sensation that would instantly relax him if he didn't feel as though his life was in danger. A quick glance behind him proved, once again, he was still being stared at as though his spine were made of glass, and needed to be shattered.
"What do you want me to do?" Tina's muffled voice squeaked. "I'm stuck in here-!"
Mythos shifted, gently slurping the last of Tina's tail up. He blinked down at his mouth. The little hands slid, and he could feel Tina resettling herself. Mythos quirked his lips at the odd sensation. Granted, the little one was right...not much she could do while inside. Not much he could do, either, without the worry of accidentally hurting Tina in the process.
"Hm," he hummed. What a predicament this was... There was a solution, he supposed...probably not one Ollie would like, but he didn't see much of a choice. No way he was forcing Tina out into the cold, cold air...besides, this was one of the few times he'd caught her in a willing mood. While he could, Mythos planned to take full advantage of it. Slowly, he tilted his head back, humming at the pleasant sensation of a warm, wiggly weight slipping into his throat. He didn't miss the sound of Ollie hissing behind him, but he continued.
With a single gulp, Tina spilled into his throat, her little weight trickling further into him as he hummed. After a few moments, he felt the living mass settling in his gut. A pleased sigh passed his lips, and Mythos cupped a hand over his middle. He turned. Ollie was standing directly in front of him now, and Mythos backed up with a grunt.
"Ah...hi," Mythos smirked. "No need to look so huffy, your little lady is just fine...a little preoccupied at the moment, but fine~." Ollie didn't seem to appreciate that by the way they stiffened. Still, he couldn't help himself. "I'll let her out a little later, I promise~. Can see why you're so protective over little mousie...she's awful tasty," Mythos grinned.
Ollie bristled, and Mythos couldn't help but laugh. He felt a scrambling feeling in his middle, almost a bubbly feeling...no doubt Tina's response. Ah, two friends with one stone...wonderful~. He turned on his heel, deciding to relax while he could with his tasty little treat. "Well, aren't you the popular little treat~," Mythos mused, gently poking his middle.
While he couldn't make out the entire noise, Mythos made out a shrill sound from his middle. He grinned. These two made it so easy sometimes...
So, Myth’s persona, Mythos decided to grab mine and try to gulp her...much to Ollie’s sona's disdain ;;w;;
Unfortunately, there's not much one can do when staring down the back of a giant's throat...but as Mythos said, I'll be just fine TwT little pissy and grumpy, but absolutely fine~
Tina (the tiny in the mouth) is mine/me!
Mythos (the gross one w Tina in his mouth) is @madmythologist /Myth’s!
Ollie (the dork in the back) is @princesaltines / Ollie’s!
