This is an vore alt blog since posting content like this on my main made me a bit too worried so here I can be more comfortable posting my darker thoughts on my comfort which is vore (also because I’m a horror fanatic)
Since I see vore as a comfort (I suppose it’s kind of a messed up one) rather than a kink all I ask is that you don’t send me any sexual asks
That being said here are the things you can expect
It’s a terrible what the natural order dictates in this world. Maybe in another, they could have been friends, however, that is not the case now as the prey’s heart beats faster the closer the pred’s footsteps get.
It’s a terrible feeling knowing there is nowhere else to go, knowing there is no way of outrunning the inevitable.
And most importantly
Knowing that to the pred, the prey is nothing more than food.
I like the idea that a pred and prey would like roleplaying vore online so much that one day they decided to meet in person and do it for real.
So the pred and prey do meet up but here is the twist. They only roleplayed endo scenarios so the prey thinks that is what this is however unfortunately for them the pred has something else in mind. Of course this isn’t realized until the prey starts feeling the painful burn of acid and it doesn’t stop…
I like the idea that a pred and prey would like roleplaying vore online so much that one day they decided to meet in person and do it for real.
So the pred and prey do meet up but here is the twist. They only roleplayed endo scenarios so the prey thinks that is what this is however unfortunately for them the pred has something else in mind. Of course this isn’t realized until the prey starts feeling the painful burn of acid and it doesn’t stop…
So I do like the concept of an indigestible prey paired with a pred who doesn’t like digesting prey but has to because survival.
So it’s a win-win for both because prey gets a comfy space and pred gets to be full
However the prey is like gum. Yes you can chew gum to help put off hunger but the stomach doesn’t like being tricked so it starts so it starts hurting. So eventually the pred will have to get some real prey but for now they can feel comfort in being full without anyone having to get hurt.
Imagine if there were travel advisories for prey based on that country/land’s concentration of hostile or at least fatal eating preds.
Then in some countries it’s just specific areas or towns that are unsafe for prey.
So despite all of the clear warnings that say do not travel there. A prey does go because they just have to (could be a legitimate, or completely ridiculous reason of why they must go)
Then, for the unlucky prey, a hungry pred shows the prey exactly why the area is deemed unsafe.
Explanation: So I really like protection vore and all but I wanted to explore the idea that the way to protect the prey wasn’t to eat them but to eat the person who was harming them
These are my two ocs Leoi (left, prey) and Rivan (right, pred)
More detailed explanation under the cut
Leoi and Rivan have know each other since childhood. This drawing takes place while Leoi is in college (Rivan decided not to attend college for personal reasons). The two hadn’t spoken much since Leoi had gone off to boarding school when he was about 14 but they still had kept in contact via phone. Leoi knew of the fact that Rivan was a pred but he never thought much of it because despite him sometimes being mean, he was never the hostile type. At least, that’s what Leoi thought.
It wasn’t until they happened to meet again completely by chance and in the worst situation. Leoi was getting mugged and, being a prey and someone who at the time had little courage to try and fight back, was helpless. Rivan had been in the area and also happened to be particularly hungry so he helped and didn’t even recognize Leoi at first. But the thing was…Leoi has instantly recognized him.
This ends up changing Leoi a lot but that’s probably for another post.
Tags: Male pred, Female prey, Fatal vore, Implied fatal, Angst, Labs, Experiment pred, Messed up science, Cruel observers, Hunger, Painful hunger, Mention of blood, Unwilling prey
This was literally written on a whim. Proceed with caution
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Hunger.
It was an overwhelming hunger.
It hurt.
The acids burned his stomach and threatened to rip him apart. He was so hungry. He needed food.
The forced smile on his face could only hide his expression of pain.
Triv whined and he held himself as he lay on the ground. He tasted his own blood as his hunger only got worse. The lab had never been kind to him but this was a new kind of cruel.
That’s when he saw the scientists approaching. He quickly sat up but he felt too weak to stand. They didn’t have any food with them so there was no telling what they wanted. But if the pain went on, he would probably die. He felt like he was dying.
“Experiment 707231” one of the male scientists said.
Triv hated being called that, it was dehumanizing. He wasn’t a person to these people. He was an experiment, a number, an animal. A tool.
“What do you want?” He scowled. He tried his best to not sound like he was suffering. Those scientists probably already knew he was. But he would be damned if he gave them the satisfaction of seeing that.
“We have a special treat for you,” The scientist said. Masked people dragged a woman in. “This is Amanda, she has been caught trying to commit treason against this fine establishment” the scientist explained. The masked people then tied her to a chair and put her in a barrier that lay between the scientists and Triv. She was safe, for now. “Now you can’t have her just yet….we need some more information from her”
Triv looked at the woman, or in the lab’s eyes, the traitor. The woman had brown hair that was tangled, blue eyes that had the life drained out of them, and black glasses that had cracked lenses. She also had bruises covering her body and a notable one on her face. To say this woman was worse for wear would be an understatement.
However, the thing that interested Triv the most was that she looked delicious. He hated that he thought that but he couldn’t help it. He was so hungry and she was like a fine piece of meat waiting for him.
“Let me go, you can’t do this to me, you bastards!” Amanda cried out. She tried to struggle out of the chair. Of course that got her nowhere. Triv recognized those restraints, the lab had used them on him before he had gotten too strong.
Amanda was questioned but she refused to answer anything. It was respectable in a way that she stayed somewhat strong even in what would most likely be her final moments. Then again Triv had no idea if they were actually going to give him this woman. His stomach hoped they would, it made that clear as it growled. The pain was also worse.
After about five minutes it was clear Amanda had thinned the scientists’ patience. “There is no more worth in this one, lower the barrier,” a woman who was wearing a black suit said. Triv had only seen the woman one other time and that was when he had first arrived at the lab.
“No!” Amanda fought so hard against the restraints that they started to dig in deep enough to cut her skin. This only excited Triv’s stomach.
The barrier was lowered, which meant Triv had full access to her now. He had no control over his next few actions. He stood up and then darted to her before ripping her out of the chair as if those restraints had been made of string. He held her by the arms as he drooled. He needed her.
“Wait! I have a family, I have a life, please don’t take that from me.” Tears formed in her blue eyes that had one final spark of hope.
Triv blankly stared at the woman. The longer he looked the harder it was to try and justify the reasons why he shouldn’t eat her. Sure what she said was probably true but the fact was that Triv had no idea of who she really was. It was clear the two shared a common enemy but he didn’t know if she was genuinely a good person.
Then, he felt a pain in his stomach so strong that he almost let go of the woman. His eyes squeezed shut and he took a deep breath, he looked at her and spoke
”I wish I cared”
Triv sounded cold, but in reality, he meant it. He wished he could care, he wished he could see this woman for more than his next meal. But he couldn’t.
Amanda’s expression fell as she came to terms with the fact that he would not let her go. She let out a shaky sob before closing her eyes so she would not have to see what would happen next.
Triv couldn’t wait any longer so he shoved her arms into his mouth. She tasted amazing, like a slightly salty caramel that melted in the mouth. He tried to take it slow so he could savor her taste but his stomach was impatient so he had to take heavy gulps so that she could reach it faster. First, it was her arms, then her head, then the rest of her upper body until he finally got past the legs. With a final swallow, he finally had her.
The pain had gone away and was now replaced by a comfortable fullness. Triv hated how he enjoyed the feeling. Still, there was nothing that he could do about that now. He rubbed his distended belly as he felt it gurgle beneath his fingers. He could also feel Amanda, or he supposed now his meal, struggling.
”Wasting no time to break down the poor thing?” Triv thought to himself.
Now that he had his normal line of thinking back, he realized that all of the people on the other side of his glass enclosure had been watching the entire time. It disgusted him to think that they might have been using this also to study him more.
“Maybe I should charge you all for viewing next time” He sarcastically stated. He wished he could make some other facial expression.
No one replied to him. “That’s all for now, everyone is dismissed. Leave the experiment to itself” The suited woman said before everyone left to go back to their other tasks, whatever that might have been.
Triv sighed in relief before going over to his cot. He felt drowsy, sometimes meals did this to him. He laid down and felt the weight of his own stomach pin him down. She had been smaller than him but still big enough for it to be clear she was there. Though, she wouldn’t be there much longer.
“I hope whatever it was you did, it was worth something” He ran his hand over his stomach as he slowly began to fall asleep.
Give me a remorseful pred who only eats because they have to and pair them up with a prey who knows about the pred’s eating habits but loves them anyways and tries to act it doesn’t scare the shit out of them that the pred could snap and any point and make them their next meal.
So the math
Remorseful pred + Loving (but not dumb) prey partner = angst
I coughed my prey back up with relative ease. They looked so pathetic all covered in acid and saliva.
Yet, I was still so sweet to them.
I helped to treat the acid burns that covered their face. I got them fresh clothes while they took a shower. I even treated them to the finest dinner money could buy.
Why?
Because I knew the next time I swallowed them down, they weren’t coming back out.
