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omg stuck on a v.olo idea & had to share where he swallows us down on mou.nt co.ronet when he loses the battle and tells us were his consolation prize instead of meeting a.rceus & he traces our bulge down his throat and tells us were so tasty and likes us squirming in his belly and rubs it and teases us but actually hed never gonna hurt us cuz he wants a nicer world after all & he got attached to us but he wants to take us with him & he’s grumpy now and this makes him feel better until he explains his story & we forgive him
he also heals our p.okemon that were hurt in the battle while were inside as a apology
cuz hes mad at how his plan went but he doesnt want us to go away & we cant spill his secret if were safe in his belly
v.olo uwu
ps its cute if he lets us out when were alone but if he goes to town he swallows us again and acts like he doesnt know where we are
pps i rly just like making excuses for v.olo to keep us in his stomach and rub his belly with us in there x3
Hello again dear v.olo uwu anon!
Warning: spoilers for P.okemon Legends: A.rceus below!
Dang, V.olo is pretty adamant here and goes straight to the point ngl xD it'd be cool to see that despite losing the battle and being very bitter about it, he still doesn't take his anger on us or blame us for his defeat 🥺 even though he basically eats us as a consolation prize, lmfao 😭😭
However, I guess it wouldn't be too bad after all? xD V.olo doesn't get what he wants, but he has us as friends, and we can understand how frustrated, desperate and lonely he must feel and have felt throughout the years ;-; even if I admit he'd be more controlling and possessive than usual, since he's making the decision of bringing us along without consulting us first :O especially if he's so afraid we might leave him and tell the others his secrets 🥺
So I feel like we could be squirming and struggling a lot when he's eating us, unless we really want to go with him and let him hide us from everyone else xD
Quite nice of him to heal our team, though!
Omg, being in and out of his stomach depending on where he is is quite funny tbh xD like he needs to go get some groceries from a village in another region, and he's like "It's tummy time for you!" and so we're swallowed again pretty fast xD and nobody would suspect a thing!
And maybe if we're very unwilling, we could squirm a lot and be a source of discomfort to him if we hear him talking to someone else, more specifically if he's explaining how he hasn't seen us in a while xD we'd most likely get only more tum time out of all these stunts, but inevitably we'd get used to it sooner or later, wouldn't we? xD
P.s. I personally love scenarios where he's keeping us inside him for more extended periods of time xD he's got the potential for it too, both with evil and sympathetic intentions x3 also we love a possessive twink (/lh) that just enjoys eating his friends so much, hehehe x3
I'd love to see more of your ideas if you've got some more, dear v.olo uwu anon! 💙
#oh my god i love this idea a lot xDD#thank you for sharing it with me v.olo uwu anon!#it could work both for willing and unwilling vore here#tho i really liked the idea that v.olo would just decide we're coming with him both because he got attached and we're a consolation prize#plus he'd prevent us from revealing his secrets about g.iratina and a.rceus#we can't share a thing if we're trapped/staying in his belly almost all the time!#and he's leaving h.isui too so nobody would even recognize him or us if they ran into us :O#mmmmmm so much long-term endo/vore potential for him!!!!!#if it's v.olo i'd be okay with not seeing the outside for some days xD#safe vore#g/t vore#unwilling vore#unwilling prey#willing vore#willing prey#endosoma#long term vore#long term endosoma#v.olo vore rambles#v.olo uwu anon#my asks#v0re#nonsexual vore
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The Magic of Christmas
Summary: Santa grants you the gift of a full year in the North Pole with him. What you don’t realize is that YOU will end up being the true gift of Christmas.
Contents: m/?; fatal vore; willing pred; unwilling prey; size-difference; betrayal; painless digestion; long-term; a little bit of soul vore?
Wordcount: 2,398
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It’s the night of Christmas Eve, and you’re already curled up, fast asleep in bed. Until suddenly you are awoken by someone gently shaking your shoulder. You blink your eyes open and are startled to find someone standing above you. You gasp and sit up. The stranger in your room is dressed all in red and sports a great white beard. As you come to, you realize you’re looking at the man himself.
“Santa Claus!” you blurt. “What are you doing here?”
He smiles at you. His eyes are as twinkly and his cheeks are as rosy as all the stories say. He’s also much, much bigger than you ever expected. You wonder how he even fits down all those chimneys.
“I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you were a small child,” he explains, his voice warm and rumbling. “Not once have you been on my naughty list, and each year I’ve admired your kindness, thoughtfulness, and your ability to bring joy to other people’s lives. It’s because of this that I want to give you a very special gift this year.”
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you ask, “What is it?”
You’ve always known Santa to be real, even when all your friends grew up and stopped believing in him. And now, to not only get to meet him but to receive such high praise from him… it’s a dream come true.
“As a gift for your enduring generosity,” Santa begins, “I’d like to invite you to spend the next year with me in the North Pole.”
Your jaw drops. You’re so honored by the offer that it takes several stuttering attempts to say, “Yes! I mean, yes please!”
Santa lets out a quiet chuckle, each set of, “ho ho ho,” like music to your ears.
“Come,” he says, holding out a mittened hand. “Let’s go.”
You spend the rest of the night at his side, flying over the earth in his sleigh. You expect to be terrified by the height and speed, but you’re not. You’re exhilarated. There are even several times you stop at a house and Santa returns carrying carrots. He hands them to you and lets you feed the reindeer.
When you’re not feeding reindeer or waiting for Santa as he drops off gifts, the two of you are engaged in conversation. A lot of it is asking questions about the North Pole. Very often, Santa’s only response is, “You’ll see.”
As you talk, you can’t help but notice the faint scent of sugar cookies that emanates from him and the way he has a habit of dotingly rubbing his impressively round belly (like a bowl full of jelly). You don’t think too much of it, however. He’s Santa Claus and he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.
At the end of the night, you land in the North Pole and are greeted by hordes of cheerful elves. They’re smiling and laughing as they show you around Santa’s Village before guiding you to your new room where you promptly crawl into your marshmallow soft bed and fall asleep.
The next year goes by like a dream. All the elves make sure to meet your every need. Taking you on sleigh rides, inviting you to snowball fights, teaching you to ice skate, and then always making sure to bring you some cookies and hot chocolate after every meal.
Living in Santa’s village is like living Christmas every day and you couldn’t be happier.
There’s only one small thing that nags at you. And it’s Santa himself.
You see him quite regularly, and every interaction with him is as magical as the last. But as the year goes by, you notice that he starts to lose some of his… glow. The twinkle in his eye grows dim, the rosiness in his cheeks fades away, he loses his distinctive sugar cookie scent, and even his round belly grows smaller and smaller until there’s almost nothing left.
You’re too polite to comment on someone’s appearance, but you also don’t understand how this could be happening. Everything about the North Pole is invigorating and full of life. The longer you live here, the more you feel its influence. You can even see it when you look in the mirror. Each day, your reflection glows a little more brightly, so how could Santa be losing his own glow?
In the last few weeks leading up to Christmas, you truly begin to worry for Santa. At this point, if it weren’t for the beard and red suit, you wouldn’t even be able to tell he’s Santa at all. It’s like all the magic has gone out of him. But whenever you ask if he’s okay, he simply chuckles, pats your head, and assures you not to worry. But you do worry. You even ask the elves about it in hushed tones, but they just laugh and dismiss your concerns.
On the night of Christmas Eve, Santa’s workshop is a whirl of activity as everyone makes last minute preparations for the Big Night, yet Santa looks as un-Santa-like as ever. Still, no one seems concerned about this, least of all Santa. And amidst all the other hustle and bustle, the elves still manage to find time to prepare the grandest feast you have ever seen. Turkey and ham and potatoes and gravy and green beans and cookies and ice cream and cakes and pie.
In the final hour before Santa’s departure, everyone sits down to eat. You’re at the head of the table while Santa sits all the way across from you at the other end. Every dish you try is the tastiest thing you’ve ever eaten. Even more so than all you’ve had in the last year (and you’ve had a lot of good food in the past year.) You can’t help yourself as you try each dish at the table, going back for seconds and then going back for thirds on all you favorites.
The only thing that puts a damper on your spirit is that Santa himself doesn’t really touch his food. But the elves don’t seem perturbed. They’re all feasting away. And when Santa catches you watching him, he smiles that same warm smile at you, a ghost of a twinkle in his eye.
After that, you’re too embarrassed to be caught looking at him again. You put your head down and pretend nothing is amiss. It’s only when you’ve eaten so much you feel like you’re going to burst does the feast end.
As soon as it’s over, the elves swarm about, cleaning up the table. Meanwhile, you hang back, trying to stay out of the way and nervously waiting as Santa makes a few last minute adjustments before his trip. You know your year in the North Pole is nearly up. You know the time to say goodbye is fast approaching. Something tells you that you’ll never see this place again, and the very thought of it fills you with a terrible, aching sadness.
Finally, Santa approaches, and you know it’s time to go.
“Come with me,” he murmurs once he draws near. “There’s one last gift I need to finish and I want you to be a part of it.”
You blink in confusion as he beckons you to follow. This is not what you’d expected, but you’re not going to argue. If Santa needs your help, after all he’s done for you, the least you can do is comply. Besides, if it means staying here a little bit longer, you’ll happily go along with it.
A little uncertainly, you follow him away from all the elves and into Santa’s private workshop. You’ve never been in here before, and you marvel at the wonders within. So many beautifully and masterfully crafted toys. You wonder how in the world you can help with one of these gifts. They all seem perfect already.
You hardly notice when Santa shuts the door quietly behind you. Your attention only returns to him when he puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you to face him.
You swallow as he looks you up and down with his icy blue eyes.
“Wh- what’s the gift you need help with?” you ask, thrown off by the intensity of his gaze.
Instead of answering, he merely smiles again and says, “I’m so very proud of you for all you’ve done to inhabit the spirit of Christmas. If it weren’t for people like you, Christmas wouldn’t be able to happen at all.”
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks. Your heart is soaring with elation. You don’t think you’ve ever received such high praise. “Of course,” you squeak. “You’re welcome.”
“Merry Christmas, my child,” he mutters before leaning down and planting a light kiss on your forehead. You feel a little electric shock go through you from the contact.
And then your insides shift and you freeze as things take an unexpected turn. The kiss turns into something so much more, and suddenly you feel your entire head being engulfed by Santa’s mouth.
It’s only when he begins to swallow you down that you realize something is very wrong. You start to panic. You struggle and kick and beg to be released, but none of it has any effect. You just feel more and more of your body sliding down Santa’s throat and being crammed into his stomach. By the time your feet join you inside, you’re sobbing and fighting for your life. But it’s all in vain. You’re trapped.
After several long minutes of trying to escape, you tire yourself out, curl into a ball, and resign yourself to your fate.
You can’t believe this is happening. After so much wonder and magic, you end up here, betrayed by Santa, someone you’ve loved and trusted your whole life. And you thought he loved you in return.
At least it doesn’t feel too bad in here. It’s actually quite soft and warm with a sugary sweet smell. You’re reminded of that first night you’d met Santa and the sugar cookie scent that had followed him. You’d almost forgotten about that. It had disappeared so long ago…
And then you’re surprised when you feel someone rubbing at you from outside and hear Santa’s voice.
“There you go,” his voice rumbles all around you. “Just relax in there.”
“Santa!” you call and push back where you feel his hand. “Please!”
But Santa doesn’t miss a beat. “Unfortunately, I can’t let you out, but you’re giving the greatest gift anyone can give.”
You go still. “What do you mean?”
You’re not sure if he can hear you, but still he goes on to explain. “You see, I can’t actually produce my own magic. Instead, all magic in this world resides in you, in humans. You attract it to you and absorb it. Only you all cannot sense it or control it. But I can.
“So every year, to keep the magic of Christmas going, I must take the magic from a single human who best inhabits the spirit of Christmas. The past year you’ve spent here has only strengthened the magic within you. I’m sorry to do this, but it’s the only way to rekindle my magic. I hope you understand.”
You kick out and very colorfully explain that you don’t understand, but now you’re sure he can’t hear you because you only receive a distracted pat in response. It’s then you realize there’s nothing else you can do. This is how it ends for you.
You can feel every little movement as Santa leaves his workshop and climbs into his sleigh. And then, for the next few hours, you feel him squeezing through chimneys and stacking presents beneath trees. He doesn’t acknowledge your squirms and occasional kicks beyond a distracted rub and a comforting word. So you’re surprised when you suddenly hear what sounds like him conversing with someone else.
You strain your ears and are able to make out what Santa’s saying, “So as a gift for your enduring generosity, I’d like to invite you to spend the next year with me in the North Pole.”
You go still. You know those words.
Then you hear a muffled reply from whoever Santa is talking to, and before you know it, Santa is back in his sleigh with his new human. For the rest of the night, you listen to the two of them chatting amicably. You even overhear Santa telling them that they can feed the reindeer. And every once in awhile, you can feel Santa lovingly caress you within his stomach. You have flashbacks to one year ago when you were on the outside and witnessed him doing the same.
Then everything clicks together. You’re not the first to end up here. And you certainly won’t be the last.
And so the night comes to a close. You feel Santa return to the North Pole and listen to him bid his new human goodnight before heading to bed himself. As you will yourself to sleep too, you wonder how long this is going to last…
You end up remaining inside Santa for far longer than you expect. From what you can tell, you’re in there for months. You never feel any pain, but you can tell your physical body is slowly being broken down and absorbed. It gets harder and harder to find the strength to move, but every time you do, you’re once more met with a comforting rub and a few soft words.
As the months go by, not only do you lose the strength to move (you’re not even sure if there’s anything left of your physical body to move), but you find it harder and harder to stay conscious of what’s going on outside your little prison. But you’re roused just enough when you hear Santa say one last sentence to someone on the outside.
“I have one last gift to finish, and I want you to be a part of it.”
What little remains of your consciousness flutters a bit as you recognize those words and realize it must have been a full year now. It’s time for you to be replaced.
And just as you have this thought, you feel everything slip away, and you’re met with a void of endless darkness. There’s quiet and freedom. At last, you find peace.
#back at it again with the random Christmas vore#I am sorry not sorry to be public about unconventional pred crush on Santa Claus#also nobody look at me but I might have also accidentally come up with a fuck ton of lore around what creature Santa actually is in this#I could not help myself. anydays.#soft vore#v.ore#size difference vore#fatal vore#painless digestion#soul vore#male pred#willing pred#unwilling prey#long term vore#endosoma
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Long term vore is something that interests me, and it’s getting colder here. So...let’s talk hibernation vore! There’s two types I can think of at the moment.
-Only the prey is hibernating, staying inside of the pred throughout winter. They’re probably kept in some crop or secondary stomach, letting them sleep while the pred goes about their business outside.
-Both the pred and the prey are hibernating. The pred is kept nice and full, and the prey is safely tucked away. Just having a nice, long snooze together until spring.
#soft vore#safe vore#nonfatal vore#willing prey#willing pred#endosoma#long term vore#vore talk#there's one more but uhhhh kinda involves something I haven't talked about on this blog
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Hihi love your writing and was wondering (if you took prompts) to do more werewolf endo stuff?
Anon I am SO SORRY this took 80 YEARS TO WRITE 😭
It Started with a Sandwich
(Includes soft vore, f/f vore, kink, safe vore/endosoma, gentle/caring pred, werewolf pred, same-size) minors dni!!!
I didn’t know her that well, but she knew me. At least, knew of me.
My college had recently implemented a new kind of "supernatural studies abroad" program; currently, they only offered it as a J-term with limited spots. It served to both teach us about the history of other countries, and to satisfy anyone who was super into fantasy and folklore.
On the night of the deadline, just 5 minutes before midnight, I typed up a rushed essay on a whim... now, here I was, studying old European legends in Romania. It couldn't be helped. I'd always loved the strange.
The woman I watched from across the cobblestone street was our guide. She was not a professor at my school, or a fellow student, or anything like that. Born and raised in Romania, she had shown our small group around, pointing out the tall churches and the intricate, weaving designs of stone atop old castles. Crumbling structure. Old structure. Yet the way she spoke of the past somehow endeared me to it.
I won't deny it. As I looked at her— sitting in the empty outdoor seating of a deli, eating her sandwich— I felt really attracted to her. She was older than me, much older, I'd say about 35 or something like that. Early 40s maybe. Just from her deposition she seemed the type to have kids. A husband, a family.
Not that there was anything wrong with that, because my heart was all too familiar with the stupid, stupid tugging pulse of heartache. It came with the territory of being in love with women who were an entire lifetime away from me. But still, I wondered... would she see me?
My thoughts drifted to the sandwich in her hands. Another perk of being a college student is forgetting that you need to eat to keep your energy up. I thought about the places I’d seen along the route to the hotel: there was a ramen place, a burger joint… hm, “Romanian Ramen” had a nice ring to it. Maybe-
I froze as she looked up at me, and with an embarrassed turn of my head I realized that I’d been spacing out and staring at her the entire time. Ugh, I’m such a dork.
But when I glanced in her direction again, I was confused (and admittedly, a bit intimidated) when I saw her waving me over with a smile. I slowly slid off of the wall I was sitting on and walked over, compulsively brushing at my hair with my fingers.
I hope I looked good.
“Hello!” she said. Her voice was sing-songy, with a soft yet prominent Romanian accent. It radiated warmth. “Would you like to have lunch with me?”
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I don’t remember how long we both sat there in that Deli, talking and laughing. As the time went by and the world around us changed from bright to dark, we seemed to be lost in ourselves.
She was easy to talk to. At first I’d felt like a bit of a geek sitting down and rambling on about whatever was currently on my mind, but she just sat still and listened. She would nod and look at me with interest, as she continued to devour her sandwich. I’ve never been the best at making eye contact with people, so while I talked, I found my eyes wandering down to her mouth as she chewed…
watching her throat bob as she swallowed…
It’s at this point in the story I need to confess something. I have a bit of a… strange “interest.” This is kind of embarrassing, but a necessary detail to the story-
-Oh who the hell am I kidding? Vore. It’s vore. I’m into vore.
So now, as you can imagine, watching her eat made me feel a bit flustered. I was ready to just ignore the feeling and continue on, but ohhh boy… I had no idea what was coming next.
Somehow, we got back on the topic of the program.
“So? Are you enjoying your stay in Romania?” she asked, licking her fingers. The sandwich was completely gone.
“Yeah! It’s a really cool place, with a lot of history. I thought the stuff you were talking about yesterday was really interesting.”
She giggled. “Real spooky, hm?”
“Oh, definitely.”
“The legends, they are my favorite part of living here. I’ve had an interest in the supernatural ever since I was young. When I was 18, my mother took me to Transylvania— it was a difficult trip to make, but I begged her to go— and, ultimately, I’m glad I did. Some of my best and worst memories come from that trip.”
I leaned back in my chair, a slight chuckle in my voice. “Did you want to go to Transylvania because of the vampires?”
There was a sudden shift in her demeanor after I said that. Her eyes looked sad as she smiled and continued her story.
“Well, yes and no. There was something needing to be done there. I had studied vampires before, and…”
She looked left and right, as if making sure nobody was listening to us from the shadows. I blinked in confusion, then watched her lean in and heard her voice drop to a silky whisper.
“Do you know why Transylvania is the vampire country?”
I shook my head. She licked her lips and continued.
“It is because they need a place to roost. They like old things. Old castles. They need a place to hide, yes. But they can't have Romania, because someone is already here.”
“Who?” I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion.
She grinned, and in the rising moonlight, her teeth shimmered like fangs. “The werewolves.”
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It had been hours since I’d let her give me a ride back to her place; the full moon, in that time, had been tucked away behind the clouds. Still. She kept all the curtains closed.
She could tell I was nervous. Even though we’d both been very clear about boundaries and terms, my anxieties were not quite put to rest. I felt stupid for asking, but I also felt like I had to.
"So you're not going to kill me?"
She gave me a warm smile as she stood across from me. "I understand your concern. But I can safely say that no, I'm not in the business of taking any lives. I'm no loup-garou, darling."
“…But you are a werewolf.”
Something dimmed in her eyes, and I felt a little bad for being so pressing with all my questions. But if this was true, and it was all real… I needed to be sure that I wasn’t in any danger.
“In Romania, werewolves are protectors,” she said putting a hand to her chest, “I swear on my life that I will not harm you.”
My fingers drummed along the bed that I sat on, and I took a deep breath before responding with, “Okay. I trust you.”
An excited look lit up her face, as she began to take off her clothes.
I watched, enchanted. Enthralled, by the swiftness of her movements as she pulled her shirt off, revealing her bare belly to me. Even mostly empty, it still sported a bit of a round shape. She had a little paunch that just hung over the waistband of her underwear, straining against the elastic. I stared.
When I heard her giggle, I hurriedly averted my gaze from her stomach and tried, unsuccessfully, to make eye contact with her.
"You like what you see?" she teased.
I stuttered, "Wow... um, I dunno if this is a weird thing to say but your belly looks so... soft..."
"Years of good hunting will do that to you, love."
I didn't really want to think about what she meant, so I slowly shifted my position on the bed, fiddling with the trim of my shirt. Quietly, I asked, "Have you ever done this before?"
She smiled and shook her head. "No, never. But you're so small, I should be able to get you down easily. You're like a baby deer."
A hot flush spread across my cheeks as I hummed in satisfactory embarrassment.
"Do you look for baby deer when you go out hunting?"
"No, no! Of course not. That is... not for me. I prefer not to go after fawns. They are in the prime of their life, no? And it feels, for me at least, that it would be cruel to snuff them out at such a tender age."
“So, I guess I'm your first, then..." I chuckled.
A wide, warm grin spread across her face as she approached and sat by me. I felt her strong hands on my thighs. Her voice was sweet, and I shuddered at her hot breath on the side of my face as she leaned in to whisper her melody to me.
"My sweet, sweet fawn," she purred, "these lips and jaws will be so honored to have your small form pass between them, squeezed so snugly into my depths…”
She sniffed at me, licking her lips.
“You smell delectable. Oh, dear, if you could only know how hungry my belly is for you… mmm, yes~ I am quite looking forward to wolfing you down, and keeping you warm during this cold, blustering night.”
"Oh god," I squeaked. I was smitten.
The heat of her round stomach touched my skin like the sun. Tentatively, I reached up a hand. My fingers curled into hers as she took it, grasping it gently. She led my hand over to the soft swell of her belly and I felt goosebumps break through on my skin as I made first contact.
Much like her, the resonance of her stomach made me feel safe. It talked to me with a low and constant grumbling, the groan of a hunger aching to be satisfied. I felt her belly growl against my hand. Oh god, I could only imagine how it must feel to be in there. It actually made me lightheaded.
"Wow…” I whispered, pressing the palm of my hand into her skin. "Your body sounds beautiful."
She flashed a coy grin at me. “The moon is up now.”
~~~
I watched in a mix of fear and admiration as she transformed. Bones shifting and cracking into place, ears and jaw muscles elongating… despite the awful noises, it didn’t look painful. I’m sure she was used to this.
The top of her wolf head and the tips of her ears just barely scraped the ceiling, and she stared down at me with a lustful glow in her eyes. A sharp-toothed smile curled across her muzzle, but instead of being scary, the expression actually made me feel kind of warm inside.
She licked her chops and beckoned me over with a clawed finger. My eyes widened as I watched this movement; her beastly demeanor, infused with all the graceful nuances of a human woman. Even now, it makes for a pretty picture in my mind.
Looking into her eyes, I knew that I was safe with her. I stared up, now pressed against her furry, somewhat swollen belly. The noises coming from inside were downright monstrous. I felt my core heat up, the sensation delving lower all throughout my body, as I slowly began rubbing my legs together. In sure she must have seen how excited I was, because at that moment, she opened her jaws wide and lowered them down onto my head.
Her tongue curled against my face as I entered the slimy cave, whimpering at the feel of so much warm and gooey saliva assaulting my senses. It seemed that first taste was all she needed for instinct to take over.
The gulps were loud and thick, occurring in rapid succession, and I didn’t have any time to think as I was swallowed up by the undulating movements of her gullet and sent down into her powerful stomach. She slurped on my body and growled as the last of me disappeared into her. I’m sure that, despite my size, I made a prominent bulge in her throat…
I could hear only my own breathing for a few seconds as I curled up in the fetal position— welcomed into my new snug home for the night— and then a meaty squelching from underneath me caught my attention, bubbling up into a series of digestive groans. I felt them echo all around my body, and I moaned, all inhibition drowned in that pool of warm acids.
I felt my sleeping bag shift, heard a big slosh of fluids as she flopped over on her side. She was panting and whimpering… I assumed with pleasure. A shrill bark left her jaws and she rubbed at me, pushing against my form, being sure not to hurt me even as she kneaded her prized catch. Me… a prize… I’d never felt so honored to be won as the shifting walls of her belly began to claim me. And as her stomach squeezed me, I came.
I have no idea how long we stayed like that, me and her. Her wolf gut made for a comfy pillow as I yawned and drifted off to the sounds of indigestion I was giving her. She moved towards her bed and tenderly squished me against the mattress, which made me wriggle and squirm. No harm came to either of us as we snuggled together in the most intimate way I know.
I think that overnight, my clothes melted. Or at least, most of them. I remember receiving a text from her days later that my panties were stuck in her intestines. I still don’t know how that happened, but admittedly, it was kind of hot. I got a little wet while I was responding to her.
I’ll never forget my trip to Romania, for several reasons… though if I had to pick one, I’d say that it was because of that stunning tour guide, and her beastly appetite that I had the honor of sating. And to think, that it all started with me watching her eat a sandwich… 💖
#v.ore#v0re#soft vore#vore writing#vore story#endosoma#safe vore#vore kink#werewolf pred#f/f vore#vore talk#asks#vore asks#female pred#sorry if the ending feels a bit rushed!#but i hope you like it#minors dni
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Nvmind Im just going to make one post answering everything because my need to ramble is more than my need for direct interaction.
In general, though, what I like and dislike in vore can be summed up very quickly. I like soft, safe, nonsexual, willing vore. Kink stuff makes me really uncomfortable most of the time. I also really don’t like it when one half is puposful and the other is unwilling, and it’s just for fear/control because it feels like they’re forcing themself onto the other which makes me,,,, uncomfy.
🤔 - How did you find out about vore? When I was pretty young. I had been coming up with vore ideas, without knowing people had a word for it, since I was a very little kid, but then I saw this one story in Undertale with a cool-looking plot and this weird word called vore at the end of the summary. I still remember the chills I got when I read it. (Vore, funnily enough, was also the reason I finally got off Fanfiction and onto AO3...)
😋 - Favorite vore method? (Oral, absorption, etc.) Oral, hands down, but I also like a lot of other things that don’t really fit into vore so... Things be getting wild in the club tonight.
📷 - Do you prefer to be the predator, prey, or an observer? Hm. I feel like I lean most towards being the pred, but I love things from all three viewpoints, and I sometimes like to picture myself as prey or, more rarely, observer.
📚 - What types of themes do you enjoy in vore? Are you interested in encounters related to fantasy, science fiction, modern times, or something else? I love protection vore but without a doubt, my favorite thing about vore is the trust. I love things that explore people trusting each other, and there’s little else that could require so much trust. I really like it when the prey could hurt the pred as well, so it takes a lot of trust on both parts, as well as communication. In terms of setting,,, I really don’t care. Like them all. Have a tendency for modern day just because it’s what I know best, but I really like any setting.
🖌 - How do you prefer to create vore media (if you do)? Do you like to roleplay, draw, write stories, mix vore-related sounds into audio scenarios, or other ways? You mean it’s not just enough to make all vore scenarios as increasingly complex daydreams in my head?
Writing. Hands down. Only thing I have the focus plus skill to achieve the results my perfectionist self desires.
💻 - How do you consume (pun intended) vore media made by others? I’m... not sure what this means? I like reading most things. Comics and drawings are awesome too. I don’t listening to stuff half the time so I guess... ASMR? I also don’t like second person but that might be because it never seems to kit the tropes I like...
😐 - Any vore tropes you dislike? Well, second person it seems, but also fatal vore, almost all unwilling vore because it feels creepy, kink stuff about 98% of the time, there’s probably more because I’m Picky but I can’t think of it. This list also excludes like... A large amount of the total volume of vore so there is that.
Do you prefer…
🍴 - Soft or hard vore? Soft, but I actually love some hard vore if it’s safe/consensual/doesn’t involve permanent maiming. I only like soft vore a little more if they’re both all those things, but most hard vore,,,, isn’t any of them.
⚠️ - Safe or unsafe vore? Safe. Without question. There’s something I can really enjoy with the fear from a pred when they don’t think they prey is safe, but No Death Please.
🖍 - Realistic or unrealistic/cartoony vore? Realistic, because I can physics/biology nerd, but both are cool. :)
😧 - Willing or unwilling prey? So this can be a little tricky, but almost always willing. There’s a few unwilling prey I like, like when the pred genuinely has to and doesn’t have any other options to protect them... but the prey doesn’t know it’s safe, and the pred can’t explain. If I can’t really believe either of those things though... meh. Not my thing.
😯 - Willing or unwilling preds? Willing, but again a few exceptions. I do like certain times when a pred doesn’t mean to swallow and doesn’t know if it’s safe, because I like that deep, genuine fear with the comfort to me of no real threat.
🌃 - Same size or size difference? Either, both, it’s all cool. Not a fan of inflation kink stuff so I useally read g/t, but for actual vore I just,,, like it all.
🏃♂️ - Fast-paced scenes that cut straight to the chase or slow-paced scenes that observe details and/or have buildup? Not??? Sure?? what this means. I think the second one. I did write a vore fic that was 2.5k from tiny in mouth to tiny in stomach, and not much happened there except thinking about the fact that there is now a person in a mouth, and a very painful swallowing.
Your opinion on…
❗️- Digestion Don’t like fatal.
😇 - Reformation Well, it’s not fatal?
☠️ - Fatal vore Bad.
👅 - Mawplay/mouthplay Sure. Don’t really look for it but it’s fun.
🛌 - Endosoma Hnng yes please.
🌀 - Hypnosis in vore No?
🧪 - Transformation in vore Not sure... what this means. ??
🥰 - Fluff in vore Yes please.
🍜 - Foodplay in vore Makes the clean freak in me freak out, but can actually be fun.
😱 - Fearplay in vore Only as a fun thing that both partys are cool with
🤯 - Turning the tables in vore Again... not sure.... what this means. ?
✏️ - Original characters in vore Sure!
📺 - Canon characters in vore Yes! Also. Who’s saying it’s not my story the vore is happening in?
Characters and Characteristics
📝 - Do you have any original characters specifically for vore? Yes, though I also use them for completely un-related non-vore stories, which would probably be the only way I would actually write them.
😛 - Any fictional character(s) that you imagine as prey? Would you eat them? Um. Yes. But I’m not going to list them. I’ve been in this too long to be willing to cop to all the fandoms I’ve vore-ifyed. If you want to know about a specific fandom I might answer? There’s also only one character I’ve ever pictured for prey as myself, 99% of the time I keep my real self completely out of stories I read.
😳 - Any fictional character(s) that you imagine as preds? Would you let them eat you? See above answer, and like, if I was vored by a fictional character, I’d want it to be that one.
🤤 - What are the characteristics (physical, personality, etc) you enjoy in preds? What do you dislike? N/A, really.
😙 - What are the characteristics (physical, personality, etc) you enjoy in prey? What do you dislike? Again, just N/A
#v.ore#ask game#not sure what to call this but#that really is just a sheet of text huh#i might talk too much...
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omg yea the villi would tickle ur right!! omg v.olo trying not to wiggle when he feels us moving around down there & he presses our spot a lil bit x3 uuu it would b fun to feel him squeeze us from outside like an extra hug!! & hed like finding where we are and feeling us move further in too no way we think he forgot us!!
omggg hes silly!! others might beleive it but we know the truth cuz were what his lower belly is rumbling about x3 i think it means we’re liked deep inside there!!
uuu n.aga!v.olo would look so good in the sun!! with his full wrigglily belly! how do you think he first gets the idea to be friends with us & swallow us? cuz yea he’s lonely as a human hed be rly lonely as a big snake guy :C
omg I like that alot!! weve been in his first stomach for a long time already and instead of letting us out those gurgly rumbles only pull us in deeper uuuu and he does a biiig sigh when he moves us in further cuz it feels soo good ❤️ or omg!! even further than the second stomach?? uuuuuuuuu wow he must rly enjoy us!! n.aga!v.olo doesnt want to let us out cuz we make him nice and full and he likes talking to us!! and every time he moves us deeper he gives the bulge we make a massage so we fit more cozy x3 i rly love thinking he keeps us in there for days its rly cute omgomg
i saw that!! did u read the part like “remember me as i am”?? hes so sad and I wanna know what happened to him & hes gonna be ok after the end of this right?? omg i got so scared for him v.olo u cant even see youre cared about poor man
if anything went wrong hed be right there to help!! uu shrunk to ten inches for m.erman!v.olo?? thats a rly cute size cuz hed have to work just a lil to swallow a few times to get us all the way down!! & wed make a smaalll bulge in his tummy outside uuu x3 i rly like this v.olo being playful and pritective of us at the same time!! we can move around a lil bit in his belly but its snug too
we can travel everywhere with him!! he wants to see all the myths in the oceans of the world & were his exploring buddy that hes a little more than friendly with ❤️ omg i hope he doesnt get hurt saving us!! maybe after he swallows us down and gets outta danger we can remind him to take a break & make sure hes okay!! we stay in his belly the entire time cuz he has to know we’ll be safe ofc x3
-v.olo uwu
Oh yes!! They'd tickle both him and us at the same time! x3 also V.olo might actually be quite ticklish if he wiggled so much in the first place! Hehe, in that case concealing our presence would end up being harder than it seemed! x3
Oooh I like the idea of trying to locate us to be a sort of game to him, like a vore version of Where's W.aldo? xD like where he's poking and rubbing his middle to look for small bumps and movements xD he'd definitely have his intestines squeeze a little bit around us too, especially when he finds our specific spot! Hehe x3 this cements the fact that there's no way he's going to forget about us if we're inside, oh dear xD and we're absolutely the reason behind those rumbles lmao, and that's just his digestive system trying to say we're an excellent meal! x3
Omg yeah he'd look so gorgeous!!! ✨ Relaxing in the sun, exposing his fangs as he does a big yawn, his shiny black and gold tail shimmering with the human-shaped bulge wriggling inside xD and I actually have two plot-ideas for a story involving n.aga!v.olo! I'm not normal about him lmao
Both stories would take place in H.isui, the first around the same chronological period as the P.LA events, the second one in modern times:
1)
The classic monster-in-the-forest trope: rumors are spreading about a cruel, unforgiving half man-half snake creature in the H.eartwood, in the O.bsidian F.ieldlands. Everyone in J.ubilife V.illage is terrified by him, wild p.okemon stay clear of his cave.
We're tasked with exploring the area and figuring out if he actually exists and how much of a threat he is. Soon we stumble upon the cavern where he lives, but as we sneak inside we mess up and we alert him of our presence. We really don't want to hurt him, we're almost frozen in place, but before we can flee or summon our p.okemon partner we get caught and eaten safely, so he can get some answers out of us.
Bonding situations ensue once he realizes we're not after his throat and we're actually friendly and nice to have around, especially because he's been feeling lonely for so long and nobody ever dares approaching him. Plus he finds out he likes keeping us in his two stomachs, and beside the initial shock we don't really mind it afterwards xD
However, in the end we discover that K.amado actually knew n.aga!V.olo was real, and he sent us to investigate him just so he could get rid of us. Nobody is happy with this.
2)
A Modern!AU story where n.aga!V.olo is our college roommate/study buddy, and we've been knowing him for so long. We don't know this, but we're actually his only friend. Unfortunately most people on campus are repulsed by him, despite his sweet and cheerful demeanor.
After revising our notes and manuals for hours, we're exhausted and can barely keep our eyes open. That's when V.olo offers to swallow us for the first time, assuring us it's all completely safe. We accept, and take a long nap inside as he keeps studying his own stuff.
He'd massage and stroke the bulge in his tail where we're in, and even play around a bit when he says he's gonna let us out, but instead we're sent deeper inside as everything around us gurgles and rumbles xD we enjoy his company however and we have no errands or places to be then, so we just relax some more and let him take care of us x3
Also I'm very glad we're both such huge fans of long-term endosoma/vore! We'd basically have a field day if n.aga!V.olo pushed us deeper to his small intestine and/or kept us inside for days xD perhaps it'd be a little cramped, but the warmth and the rubs would make it pretty cozy regardless x3 💕
Warning: V.olo in P.okemas spoilers below!
Omgggg yeah that line!!! Omggggg... ;-; ;-; ;-;
"Please remember me as you've seen me during our time together."
It broke me tbh ;-; ;-; like... what do you mean V.olo?? Is he going to do something he knows he'll regret? Or that he's not fully in control of? 😭😭 Or perhaps he can feel he's going to disappear forever, so he wants us to remember him in his happiest moments... ;-; ;-; ;-; if this is true, it's supported by this other line of his:
"It's possible that either you or I could disappear from this world..."
Like jfc 😭😭 our man's perspective of the future and the world aren't too positive ;-; ;-; ;-; and considering his past and low self-worth, he probably sees everything as unchangeable and unfixable ;-; ;-; ;-; oh my gooood!! 😭😭
Omg yeah absolutely!! I picked this size because not only is it very cute, but he'd need a few gulps to send us down, and we'd leave a small bump too, which is super lovely! x3 His belly would feel slightly tighter, but we could still move around, it's pretty good imo! We adore snug stomachs! x3 💕 plus I feel like he'd be the perfect combination of protectiveness and playfulness, which is very fitting for a charming character like him! x3
Oooooh I like this a lot!! I'd love to be his travelling companion on his journeys, and help with his research by exploring ancient sea ruins and more! Btw I also had thought of a giant m.erman!V.olo, with us being of our normal height and him around 42'? This way he could protect us from P.rimal K.yogre for example, or other beeg sea p.okemon! x3 Regardless of his size though, as long as he can get away safely with us in tow, I'm happy and not terribly concerned 🥺 hopefully he doesn't get hurt! Especially if it was us that somehow drew the attention of those sea p.okemon! :(((((
Either way, we'd definitely check up on him after such a tense event, and depending on how he's doing we could either remain inside, or have him bring us out so we can maybe help him heal, or at the very list rub his stomach to make him feel better! 🥺🥺❤️❤️
#i loved this ask omggggggg#thank you dear v.olo uwu anon!!!!!#i hope you like the two plots for my stories hehehe#(who knows when i'll write them but it's so good to think about scenarios like these x3)#m.erman!v.olo#n.aga!v.olo#v.olo vore rambles#v.olo uwu anon#safe vore#g/t vore#half size vore#endosoma#small intestine#v0re#nonsexual vore#long term endosoma#long term vore
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