A Predator's Vore blog

Medical staff preds are nice... But shaman preds are better-

It’s you, a few friends, their friends of friends, about a week’s worth of food, some booze. You’re roommates, either halfway through or just out of college having just been invited to a party in the woods by a large lakeside cabin, it’s the last two weeks to get thrash, trashed, and wasted before you’d strap down to live a long, meaningful life. The SUV’s packed, you’re in the back bench with one of the mentioned “Friend of a Friend”. He’s all right, quiet, but polite, you only knew him from work and by a first name basis, not much else.. He’s so much taller than you, his frame is rather cramped in the interior. His build is kind of average with the only notable feature being his plush, slightly chubby belly. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, it just looks... Nice... Homely even. Like it’s just enough room for you to curl up in. You two begin to talk and, surprisingly, hit it off with him. Half way there to the Cabin, the sun was beginning to set and with nothing better to do, testing the waters of your new found relationship with this fellow, you ask if you can rest your head on his belly. He says yes, and pulls up his shirt. Not what you were expecting but it’s what you got. You take it. Your head sinks into his tum a good couple of inches as you listen to the sacs and tubes underneath squish and squelch, making room for the displacement. You rest there for the rest of the duration of the ride. At the cabin, you two bid farewell for a few hours. By the time you see him again, he’s drunk, at a table with other people similar to his build. It sounds like nonsense, not that your clouded mind could decipher the mumbles anyways. The drunk acquaintance notices you aren’t doing so well, and takes you to the couch where you just want to cuddle. He let’s it happen. By the time you start to sober up, he’s still there, stroking your head and giving your shoulders a bit of a rub. You’re tired but sleeping on a couch sucks... Big boi sets you on your own for a little, just to tend to your needs as he strips the couches and some of the now broken beds, builds a bed of his own in the bath tub.  You’re fetched about ten minutes later, being carried over the unconscious bodies of the drunk and high.  “Top or bottom?” “T-Top.” He shuts the door, and settles in the bath tub with you between his thighs and atop of his gut. He rests contently with you as you do with him. You’re starting to feel cold from both the booze and wilderness temps. You stare at that sloshing gut as he rubs your head, staring off into the stars. You begin to rub the soft pudge, digging your fingers in as much as they were allowed, and felt up and down his abdomen. He seems to be enjoying himself, even getting a bit “huffy” at the feel. “Eat me.”  “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” “I-I don’t do that on the first date.” “I’ll give you a real date if you do it.” “... Only if I get to take my time.” “Just.... Do it before the sun rises.” “Can do.” He slides you up further on his frame, you’re sitting on his gut, his big ole predatory mouth opens up letting you slide your hands and forearms in. He treats them like a sucker, trying to extract as much flavor out of them and to prep his gut for a stretch. Your cold hands began to burn at the sudden increase of temperature, but it felt goood~. Three minutes passes and with one deep breath, he grabs you by the ribs and devours you in three, hearty gulps. The motion was smooth and well practiced. You’re in a hot, booze filled gut. His walls begin to churn and massage your figure. He let’s out a proud belch and begins rubbing over your rounded figure. His breaths and heart beats are irregular... Heightened... He was aroused and oh so very pleased. Slipping further into his bath bed, he gave you a loving “goodnight” coo before shutting his eyes.  Your fate was in his hands, but he seemed like he’d take care of you~.

This applies more for dragon preds buuuut (This is extremely Childish too like... “First Pred” sort of thing) I kind of like to think if someone’s really going for an elemental aesthetic/theme thingy sort of deal. That their guts would correspond to that dragon’s element(s) to some degree or another. Like a dragon focused around Ice would “digest” you by grinding you against ice to rip you apart (gruesome I know, gets worse before it gets better), or ends up freezing you to... Again break you apart. Though... Logically that wouldn’t.... Actually... Work all that well... Maybe more like the Acid feels freezing and it numbs you up to melt. Maybe there’s a perceived temperature difference, like the acids and what have you a bitter cold, but the air in the stomach are unbearably hot? 

I am a pred of Fairness, Morals, Compassion, Lust, and Love! Well... A lot of that, actually. Look I like to carry myself as some “big, terrifying beast” who can lay the law and be above the law, one who can dominate most of my prey, and digest them and not have to worry about them coming back again. But I’m not Entirely like that... When I find a prey I like, I wanna keep ‘em! Because they’re MINE. And because I want to keep my favorite meals and snacks on hand. Some prey are really good for you, they help pad out your figure, keep you company on a bad night, maybe even work out those kinks in your back or nicely padded rump~. S-Some can flip you over while your wrestling, others can treat you to a conventional meal and massage your churning belly. C-Certain prey will give you a night to remember, tucker you out proper, and give you a meal at the end of it. (Most of which last until morning~)

Themed preds are great. Mad Scientists, Dragon Dictators, that sort of thing. And while, yes, given the world’s current situation, this is insensitive and ill timed buuuuut. Preds in the med(ical) profession are just... MMM~! Just a fun idea to play around with. Sort of like the Sexy Nurse thing, but instead of getting your brains fucked out, you’ve got a Nurse/Doc “prescribing” a “treatment” of legally questionable legitimacy. Though not my personal favorite “theme”, it’s a big mood every now and again~.

I do apologize for the wait! Preds are in short supply and when they work Essential Jobs, they’re kind of tied up and can’t seem to tend to their more personal side. (And they can’t be asked to eat their patients or co-workers because that’d be eating business and helping hands) Actually- That gives me a post Idea-