Le Comfort Zone (R.I.P.)

I need

Asta//rion pred

I need

Alu//card pred

I need VAMPIRE PREDS

Did you know that in some settings ( Like Vampire The Mas//qurade) Vampires have vestigial organs?

They're the perfect safe preds!

Continuing the prey doodle requests with a lovely little snack named Luka (from a blogger who has decided to remain anonymous)! I decided to throw him to Christopher, who didn't quite think about how hard it would be to swallow down a little cape. Don't worry! I'm sure he'll manage to squeeze you down to his belly eventually. For now, enjoy a series of swallows as he tries to force you down his gullet. May as well enjoy the ride...

Original Luka art under the cut!

Yay I finished himb finally...

This is Xander. Bigass 20 ft gargoyle guy. He's like a guardian spirit and is essentially summoned when people near him need help in some way. Usually that means leading lost hikers back out of the woods but sometimes it involves a bit of protective nomming >:3

the stableboy who takes care of their horse (and who the royal spends a suspicious amount of time with)

the trusted advisor looking out for them to make sure they are well rested enough

the knight who swears to protect them in any way they can

the jester doing everything to make them happy (and always down to shenanigans, but why do they say so much food puns when the royal is present I wonder?)

the court wizard showing the royal the newest spell they worked on

the dragon that keeps kidnapping them for the upteenth time, yet the royal shows no sign of any harm when they miraculously return

Hope you enjoy!

I'm thinking about an aristocratic pred. The one whose sight makes your spine tingle as they enter the room. Their body is relaxed, but straight as a blade of a sword and their eyes are sharp as one, but still gentle in a way. They are always gallant and patient, their clothes is perfectly balanced and it shows how rich its owner actually is, though there is no sign of vulgarity. The pred's voice is calm and soft, and... Powerful; there is no need to question their authority despite this person doesn't even think to dominate anyone - pride and grace are just in their nature. They belong to the kind of a nobleman who has its high position in the society not exclusively due to the right of blood - but noble spirit and intelligence as well.

Such aristocrat would be a very gentle pred whose first thought would be about their prey's comfort and safety. On the old days most of the noblemen were warriors, so I suppose the pred would be quite protective over someone they love and cherish - and they would swallow their partner down immediately if there was even a minimal threat around; also there could be fluffy tropes of everyday life representing one helping another with mental issues and worries or just them two having fun. There is an endless potential for blood-curdling tropes too since ancient castles can be spooky and dark, especially in the winter period when the sun doesn't come out for long and it hides behind grumpy clouds from dawn to sunset; or during thunderous autumn storms when furious wind makes old trees in the garden whine and bow to the very ground while lightnings paint the sky in electric blue... Of course, the pred is kind and thoughtful enough to provide their scared companion with required "protection", lifting the prey up to their face with no extra words, leisurely lowering the person into the mouth and gulping cautiously. Their hand traces the way of the prey going through their tight gullet and senses satisfying weight smoothly slipping in their middle, their stomach rounding beneath the layers of velvet and satin...

Moreover, there could be a great scenario including political intrigues against the prey. There is a moment when everything comes to the stressful point: the prey is followed by their not-so-peaceful opponents, and the tiny has only one option to survive. Their big friend working in the cabinet as usual raises the eyebrow in surprise as the prey breaks into the room, but there is no time - the little one need to be hidden, now!.. Well, far-away footsteps annonce soon arrival of the chasers; confused, the pred looks in the started eyes of the prey and finally comes up with a solution; their mouth instinctively waters. The nobleman feels guilty for what they are going to do, however it can be explained later, can't it?.. The prey doesn't know the whole experience is safe and, surely, they freak out; nevertheless, they don't struggle when their forehead meets a slimy, squishy surface of the tongue since they're absolutely overwhelmed with the horrible kaleidoscope of things happened at the past hours. As the prey gets pushed into the wet, noisy chamber of the stomach, the only thought which pops out in their head is: "At least, it's someone I love..." Only after some time, listening to the conversation the pred has with their sweetheart's enemies, the prey understands the pred's true intentions and calms down. Meanwhile, the saviour goes around their day and casually chats with other members of the royal court , keeping their hand on the slightly expanded belly and innerly smiling when feeling as their unfortunate partner moves around sleepily...

another bad goblin hair moment

lots of new faces here since last time. Are picrew chains still a thing? Anyway, Reblog with your self or sona!

Cheers rang out from the stands as bats flooded through the upper windows, hurriedly shifting into their human forms as they strove to find a good seat among the tall bleachers. The cathedral was already packed to bursting, however, and it was difficult to find one with a good view. In the end, they chose to hang from the rafters, their screeches mixing with the excited fervor of the vampires below.

Not one child, but two had reached their twenty-first year, and this was the day on which they would be bitten, and would give their first bite.

The would-be vampires in question stood behind the amphitheatre in an antechamber, silently waiting for their turn. One of them was a beautiful young man, long lashes and black hair, dressed in velvet and lace; a quintessential vampire.

The other was tall and broad with red hair, a smattering of freckles across his face and a strong build, wearing simple brown pants and a black shirt.

"Sincerely, Vance, could you not style yourself even a little more appropriately?"

Vance sighed. "Not everyone has the wealth you do, Cassius. Some of us have to work for what we've got."

Cassius chuckled, the sound deep and melodious. "Perhaps. But between the two of us, which shall rival Dracula, and which shall be a footnote?"

Vance remained stubbornly quiet, and Cassius smiled. "That's what I thought."

The curtains before them were pulled wide, and they stepped out onto a grand stage, exposed to the eyes of the hundreds present. A howl of excitement rolled through the crowd, and while none of them would have confessed it aloud the fervor was nigh lycanthropic.

Stepping onto the stage, an ancient vampire gave them a frigid smile. "Welcome," He said, and his voice thundered across the stage, silencing all those who were watching. "Welcome, young ones, to the night of your eternal rebirth. For beneath the cold moon, you shall receive your bite, and give bite in turn."

Cassius bowed low, the furled cape of his cloak fluttering almost like a pair of wings, and the vampires present nodded approvingly. Vance awkwardly bowed a moment later, and it was somehow clear in an instant that he was more at home milking cows than resting in a coffin for all eternity.

Mostly because that was the case.

Cassius was the son of a duke, who was the son of another duke and so forth all the way back to the original Dracula, who had regrettably perished after the family manor was burned to the ground. He wasn't simply a vampire, he was born to be a vampire. Vicious, cruel and elegant, every bit a descendant of the most infamous vampire to have ever lived.

Vance grew up on a farm. He was used to setting fences, digging rows, planting trees. He had no experience brooding and even less being vicious. Elegance wasn't even a possibility. Where Cassius had been raised to receive his bite, Vance had grown up nearly dreading his.

But here they were, awaiting the bite that would transfer them from the ranks of the living to those of the dead. Cassius was preening, and Vance was... uncertain.

Really, was this for him? Did he really want to do this sort of thing? He couldn't be cruel to someone on purpose, and that was basically an expectation for a vampire. Could-

He flinched as he felt a pair of teeth dig into the nape of his neck, cool shade flowing through his body as his canines lengthened and he realized with a flash of shock that he didn't have a choice in the matter, and that his eternal fate was sealed.

The vampire who had bitten him stood back, throwing his hands in the air. "Behold thy new brethren!" He shouted, and the crowd went wild.

Vance rubbed his bite, staring into space. He was aware of Cassius' smirk, and it almost made him angry, but he didn't have the capacity for it.

"And now, for their first victims!" The vampire crowed. A woman walked up the steps wearing a sheer dress, not hiding much. Vance averted his eyes as Cassius stepped towards her, dipping her low and pressing his body against hers as he buried his fangs in her neck. She cried out, her fingers tight against the cloth of his back, but the bite ended soon enough in a kiss and a laugh, applause ringing out around him.

Vance flushed as all eyes turned to him, and the announcer boomed, “And who shall step forward for this young men?”

Silence.

A quiet titter echoed through the amphitheatre from somewhere in the back, but no one told them to hush. Vance felt his cheeks grow redder and redder. Well, at least he wouldn’t have to bite any-

“Here!”

All eyes turned to one of the doors as a man opened it, walking through with a broad smile. In his hands was a wriggling… tiny person.

Vance’s eyes widened as the vampire walked closer, hopping onto the stage with his captured prey in hand. It was a borrower woman - a young woman at that - barely eight inches tall and kicking furiously. Her tiny pupils dilated in terror as she saw the situation she was in, and her efforts redoubled.

The vampire holding her - Vance recognized him. One of Cassius’s friends, often close to him at all times, and Vance shot Cassius an uneasy glance. Had he planned this?

But the newly converted vampire’s face was inscrutable, his expression a mask of mild interest.

The announcer couldn’t help a snort from slipping from him, a sentiment echoed by all those present as a quiet roll of laughter spread throughout the amphitheatre. “Very well,” he said with a smirk. “Vance… drain her.”

With an almost casual toss Cassius’ friend lightly threw the borrower woman at Vance, and he only barely caught her with an awkward stumble. His rough hands were gentle on her body, but that didn’t stop her from kicking at his fingers and palm, trying to escape. It took everything he had not to just put her on the ground, but the array of glittering eyes watching him made it clear that that wasn’t an option, either for him or her.

The announcer’s smile staled somewhat. “Vance?” He prodded. “Drain her.”

Vance stared at the borrower, terror meeting terror mirrored in both of their eyes. She seemed to figure out how scared he was a moment later, her forehead furrowing, and her lips moved. Even against the quiet rumbling of the amused crowds, he could just barely hear her words.

“Please…”

He felt a lump in his throat and he swallowed nervously, shifting. His brain was aflame with thought. Undead vampires. Eight inches long. Blood-sucking, not…

The announcer’s face was a bored frown. “Listen here, boy, just-”

Without only a fraction’s second of hesitation, Vance opened his mouth wide and shoved her head in. The last he saw of her face was a shocked, almost betrayed expression, but he’d already commited.

He felt her head press against his tongue, coated in saliva in an instant and it lubricated her movements. Her fists beat against his lips, struggling to escape the fate he’d consigned her to. His thumbs worked against her stomach and side, pushing her in deeper. The borrower felt larger than she looked, and as he pushed her back again, her arms were pinned to her sides.

Vance was vaguely aware that those present were looking at him, but he was focused on not injuring the borrower between his lips, focused on his teeth just barely scraping her sides through her coarse clothes. His tongue pressed against her body, pulling her in deeper as his throat undulated around her head and shoulders.

His fingers wrapped around her legs, firmly holding them close together. He could feel her trying to kick, trying to punch him again as her nearly silent scream rang against his throat, but he was pushing her back still, and in a moment only her twitching feet hung from his mouth, pinned between his lips.

Angling his head back, he began to swallow, feeling her tilt back in to his throat. Now that she was fully inside his mouth, she moved much faster, and he could've sworn he tasted salt on the very back of his tongue as she slid back further and further, until with one final swallow he felt her completely leave his mouth.

Placing two fingers on the top of his throat, he gently pressed her down from the feet, lightly shoving her deeper and deeper until with a sudden breach he felt her fall into his stomach. It filled out slightly, the buttons of his shirt straining, and he sighed in relief that it was over.  Shaking himself out, he looked up.

Every eye in the amphitheatre was wide. The announcer was in a half-recoiled state, his lip curled in shock and disgust, and Cassius looked like he was standing next to a rattlesnake.

Someone started clapping, and then someone else, and in a moment the entire amphitheatre rang with applause. Cassius looked away, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his heavy, panicked breaths. The announcer tentatively began to clap as well, a smile curling over his face as his eyes shone. "Well done!" He said, straightening. "Well done indeed! That was positively chilling!"

Vance's forehead furrowed in confusion. He'd just swallowed someone... and they were clapping?

Why were they clapping?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It wasn't until much later that he'd arrived back at home, having received much congratulation and pomp and ceremony. His parents had long since moved away, and he was alone in his farm.

With a sudden gasp of draining relief, he hurriedly walked to the barn, careful not to dislodge his passenger until he made it to his tools. Seizing a stethoscope, he hurriedly put it on, pushing the hard nubs into his ears. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pressed the tapered end to his stomach.

He could hear her crying.

Vance winced. "Hi," he said quietly. "Can you hear me in there?"

His stomach shifted, and a moment later he heard a nearly silent reply. "What?"

He closed his eyes in relief; she was able to talk still. "Are you okay?" He asked, still maintaining that quiet tone.

Her voice, when it came, was hard and angry. "No! You ate me!" I-I-I'm going to die in here, and nobody's ever going to know what happened to me."

"No, no, you're fine, you're fine, I promise!" He said softly, gently caressing his stomach. "I... I'm a vampire."

A sniffle. "And?"

"And that means I can't digest anything," he said almost triumphantly. "Vampires can only drink blood. Since they're - we're - undead, our stomachs aren't strong enough to break down anything or anyone solid."

An angry snort. "Strong enough to break down my clothes."

Vance flushed deeply. "S-sorry."

There was a long silence. "I'm really okay in here?"

"I promise," he firmly replied. "As soon as I can buy a long enough ribbon, I'll swallow one end, you can tie it to your legs and I'll get you back out."

There was a quiet huff of laughter. "I'll still be naked, though."

Vance blushed again. "Yeah, I really didn't know that would happen. Um... I'm Vance, by the way."

A brief, quiet moment followed and for a few seconds he wasn't sure she would reply. But then, finally, "Asa."

"Nice to meet you, Asa," he warmly replied. "I wish it was under better circumstances."

She snorted loudly. "Yeah, this isn't exactly a top-notch introduction."

Vance laughed in reply, his stomach shaking, and he felt her jostle around in the soft, tight confines of his belly. He heard her uneasily laugh too, but after a second it was genuine.

Settling into his chair, Vance sighed. "Well... I'd love to get you out right now, but all the stores are closed and I can't go out in the sun anymore. See you... tomorrow evening?"

Asa settled against his stomach. It indented slightly as she laid down. "Tomorrow evening."

(took a few days to get to this while i brooded on what exactly to write pls forgive me)

It seemed like the same thing, every day. The mocking quips from their peers that they were weird because they spent too much time alone, because they spent too much time in the woods. After all, it was a common rumor that something great and monstrous lived there. Something with teeth that could snap trees in half, something with claws that could shatter a roadway to bit in seconds.

So why did they spend so much time there? Did they have a death wish?