Brody and Kyle had no idea what to expect when they arrived at the hot tub. Gino and Dylan have been in there for a while, drinks in hand, and laughing amongst themselves. When Kyle asked what was so funny, Gino had replied that it was an inside joke. Unfortunately for Brody and Kyle, the joke was going to be on them.
The night went on, Brody and Kyle didn't expect anything. There were a couple of sly comments about how delicious Cody and Kyle looked. Cody just assumed that it was just bro talk. They didn't notice how Gino was practically drooling. The way that Dylan licked his lips went unnoticed either. Eventually, by the time they did it was too late.
Gino had mentioned how hungry he was wrapping his arm around Kyle. Kyle recommended that they get pizza and Dylan made a sly joke on how they would never get to see it. Before Cody gets the chance to clarify what Dylan meant by that, he watches Gino devour Kyle. His best friend bulges out Gino's throat as he wiggles all the way down. It was surreal and unfortunately it was an experience that Cody got at the hands of Dylan.
Dylan and Gino swallow their perspective prey, enjoying the sensations of them fighting the entire way down. It wasn't a difficult task considering how practiced they both were. With every gulp, there was less of Kyle and Cody and more Dylan and Gino. Their bellies expand eventually pushing against one another. The thrashing coming from within was a soothing feeling for both of them. Live prey, caught and belly bound, nothing they could do, but squirm. It was the best feeling in the world.
They toss their head back collecting the feet and swallow down what remains. There is a soft thump as Kyle and Cody settle into their forever homes. Gino and Dylan settle back into the hot tub, one hand on top of that huge guts. Gino plays with his belly button while Dylan picks at his teeth. Eventually all of the squirming inside of their collective bellies works up a belch. It silences the squirming once and for all.
Gino and Dylan press their bellies together feeling the quiet contents in there finally rest. They chuckle at one another as they burp again. The leftover trunks of their food splat onto the hot tub.
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Tiny prey on a table surrounded by a group of preds. Batted around like a toy and manhandled and inspected. Pushed around to test their strength. The prey ends up with bruises forming all over. The prey might be scooped up to have their aroma sampled by one, a tiny lick from another to taste-test, a little nibble from giant teeth of yet another. Every attempt at escape is met with a giant palm catching them and placing them right back where they started. The preds casually describe what the prey tastes like to them, how they would eat the them, making them more and more terrified with each description. Some want to slurp them up whole while others want it a bit more messy. Their tears are locked from their cheeks almost as fast as they appear. The prey appears more and more tired and haggard as time goes on.
There is one that stays mostly silent, however, one that is a little less enthusiastic than the rest. The prey keeps meeting their eyes unintentionally while being sampled and toyed with by the other preds. This one doesn't partake in the games, and instead hangs back, patiently. Its gaze is longing but not greedy.
Finally, the time comes that the other preds grow bored and decide that the festivities have come to an end. The low sounds of several grumbling stomachs echo around the room. It's time.
The teasing stops and the pushy hands and greedy tongues pull back for a brief reprieve, but not for long.
Each pred lowers their chins to the table and shows off their teeth, teasing with licks to their lips. The unspoken leader of the group tells the prey they must now choose which will consume them. It's only fair, since they cornered and caught you as a group. Nobody gets priority over the others. The prey's heart beats faster and faster as each pred lazily shows off their maws, glistening teeth and twitchy tongues waiting impatiently for something to swallow. The only one without theatrics is that one pred from before, the one who held back. That pred's mouth barely opens, but the prey can see sharp teeth the length of one of their arms and the occasional shine of a wet tongue maneuvering deeper in.
The prey can only think to choose the one with the most restraint. If they are to be eaten, they want to be consumed by the one who was the most gentle to them.
The prey hesitantly steps closer to the gentle pred. The group has fallen silent in anticipation and sharp eyes watch your every move. The chosen pred seems pleasantly surprised when it seems that they have been selected. A small smile curls their lips upward. When the prey reaches the pred's face, close enough to touch them if they wanted, they spend a moment locking eyes. Irises the size of dinner places take them in, and somehow, calm the prey. They can't describe it, but the way the pred looks at the prey settles something inside them. They prey knows there's not coming back from this. They will be a meal. Nothing in a few hours. A strange amount of trust takes hold. Trust in the pred that they will take care of them, savor them, be careful with them. Make good use of them.
The pred, noticing the growing impatience of the group, decided to move this along. The pred then slowly opens their jaws and lays out their tongue over their teeth to the table like a red carpet. The prey chokes down on a sob at the sight, at the expectation, but a quick glance behind them reveals worse fates, endings with blood and bone, and they refocus on what's in front of them.
The prey ever so slowly lifts a foot and places it lightly on the saliva-coated tongue. Testing the give. Once they are stable, the other foot comes next. They can feel the tastebuds between their toes. Their hands come up to grip brilliant white teeth for stability. They take a few more hesitant steps before the saliva becomes more prevalent and they slip, falling face-first into the tongue, instantly soaking their entire front. Laughter comes from behind and they prey is reminded they are a spectacle. Before the prey can right themselves, the tongue they occupy curls around them and is retracted into the warm, wet cave of the pred's mouth. The jaws slowly close, making sure all of the prey is contained to avoid an accidental bite.
The rest of the world disappears and the only things the prey can hear are the wet, organic sounds of a body. The tongue under them slowly rises to meet the roof of the mouth, compressing the prey between them. The tongue squeezes and rolls underneath the prey. Tasting them, they realize. That's right, this one didn't get to sample them. They're taking their turn now. The tongue eventually gets a bit more active, flipping them around every which way, but still staying ever so gentle. Slow movements and cushioned impacts. The prey is absolutely drenched and exhausted after a few minutes of active tasting. They don't even realize how far back in the mouth they've been moved until light shines upon their face.
The last thing they prey sees in the light of day are the faces of the other preds, some looking very jealous and drooling with hunger, others smirking at the enjoyment of the chosen pred. The view is framed by teeth and the flesh of cheeks. After a moment, the tongue they lay on bucks up, the flesh shifts and tightens. The prey is gulped down with a loud sound and becomes nothing more than a bulge slowly slipping down into the pred's chest. Once the prey passes the windpipe, they can hear and feel a sigh of relief as they travel deeper and deeper into the wet darkness. They are eventually deposited into a tight space full of undulating muscles. They know where they are now, and what will happen to them here. Groaning accompanied by a squeezing wave confirms it. This stomach is hungry, and they are the reprieve. They are nothing but food for a creature as great as this. More tears slowly leak down their face and mix with the saliva and other liquids occupying the stomach that are contained in. They settle in for the long haul, slowly breathing the quickly-staling air, and wait to digest.
They prey occasionally feels their prison jolt with impact or compress with pressure. On the outside, the pred's friends tease them with a slap or a squeeze to their belly. The pred bats their hands away, however, to smoothly run their hands over their slightly protruding belly, barely noticeable. The pred spends the rest of the night focusing on the slight movements of their prey. They aren't struggling, no, they accepted reality a long time ago, but each shift of their body brings a whisper of pleasure to the pred. This doesn't last forever, though, and eventually those movements cease around the same time their stomach kicks into high gear. The pred sits back and relaxes, mentally thanking the prey for choosing them, and hoping that they were able to give them a gentle consumption.
The pred barely pays attention around them, lost in digestive bliss, until a shrill yelp pulls them back to reality. In the center of the table is another prey. This one feistier than the last. He sees the grins of the other preds around him and knows it'll be a long night.
There's this comic I remember seeing wayyy back in the day (2010-2016ish??) on DeviantArt that I sort of vaguely remember and hope to find again. Granted, I also know a lot of old DA stuff is gone now and it may not be there to find anymore.
So it was a few comics revolving around a human woman who was lost or exploring a rainforest? And there were three or four giant naga men characters that would eat her, the relationships started out antagonistic then became friendship? And the various giant naga guys didn't get along? The art was amateurish and digital, and I'm fairly sure it was all nonsexual soft v0re stuff. That's about all I remember.
Did anyone else see that? Know who the artist was? If they're still around or their stuff is?
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Contains: Soft Vore, Safe Vore, Same Size Vore, Nonbinary Preds, Alien Preds, Multiple Prey, Willing Prey, Roleplay(?) Also that same space reduction idea to explain the multiple same size prey is here too
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It was another quiet day on the Skeld, on their way back to MIRA HQ. Which of course, meant the crew was bored. Which was only going to mean one thing.
The game was afoot.
They had two aliens aboard the ship as part of an intergalactic exchange program whom also took the forms of their human counterparts just to make things more comfortable for the humans aboard. However, their appetites were a little on the strange side- and one day Mxil's hunger got the better of them. Trying to keep it a secret, they had Auk cover for them- but then it only turned into an eating spree. They managed to silently gobble up the whole crew before their captain noticed, and even then they cornered him too.
Sure, that caused a bit of misunderstanding and some of the crewmates were understandably unsettled at first, but their alien friends explained themselves. Their insides were harmless, but the act of eating someone on their planet was more of a bonding activity. When they craved attention or felt a bond with someone, their appetite would flare up. As a sign of trust and truth, both Mxil and Auk let the crew go and prepared to be punished.
But rather than be punished, it turns out the crew was- accepting of their cravings. Some even showed enthusiasm for the act, asking questions out of fascination. After a long, open discussion, it was decided that this would be a regular activity that was sanctioned on board. Auk and Mxil were ecstatic from the acceptance of their crewmates (and may or may not have gobbled up the crew again out of happiness.)
Before long, the act was made into a game- everyone would swap their suit colors, go about their daily tasks while their two alien friends scurried about and quietly picked off friendly meals. If they were caught, then they would be out and have to be satisfied with whom was captured first. And boredom was common in space, so this game happened often.
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Purple and Lime scurried to the Electrical together, trying to get their tasks done. The anticipation was killing Lime, it was so bad that they could hardly stop their fingers from shaking as they tried to calibrate the distributor. Unfortunately their fumbling fingers were messing them up more than they'd want to admit. They were down five crew members and there was still no real sign of an imposter. Just missing people and a few doors locked.
They slipped again and resisted the urge to curse. This was silly, it's not like there was real danger- but they were jittery nonetheless. Still, they trusted Purple to watch out for them. They'd been alone together before and Lime was still in the game.
Finally Lime finished and shuffled closer to Purple, opening the panel to redistribute power. Just as they pushed the slider up- White and Cyan walked in. It startled Lime, but a sigh of relief fogged their helmet slightly when the two new arrivals turned to the electrical panels. Good, more people... Less likely for a sneak attack-
But it took a second for Lime to realize that there had to be an imposter among them- when the door to electrical sealed. Lime jumped, backing away as White and Cyan turned to them- but it was too late. A large mouth split the torso of Cyan's suit, sharp teeth shining in the light. Quick as a flash, Cyan snatched White up from next to them, cramming the flailing figure into their stomach. Lime felt the blood rush from their face as out of the corner of their eye, Purple's suit tore open in the same way.
Lime tried to turn to run, but a long tongue had already lashed out and encircled their arms. They were lifted off of their feet with a muffled cry, kicking in midair as their only resistance. But they too were stuffed into the belly maw of their crewmate, sharp teeth grazing the tough material of their suit. Two quick gulps drew them in, squishing them inside the alien's stomach with ease.
It was cramped inside the purple, glowing innards, slick purple goo oozing down their helmet front. Lime was crammed in with two other crewmates. "Umph-" Pink grunted from next to Lime, "I told you it was Purple."
"They got me in O2 while you were in Nav," Yellow whined to Lime, "Surprised you didn't see it."
"The only one left is Black then," Lime sighed, "Guess we'll be seeing them soon."
"It would be easier to tell imposters if holding crewmates in their belly was more visible," Pink pouted, ignoring the squelching walls pressing them all closer with a gurgle.
"Having space reduction powers for a stomach seems unfair for this game," Yellow added.
"Oh, we all know that we wouldn't make them change it," Lime replied, "Then we wouldn't get a chance to lose."
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Cyan sighed softly, a habit learned from their human crewmates. They leaned back against the cafeteria table, nursing their huge stomach resting in their lap with one hand. Purple settled in at another table to their right, letting their hold release. Purple stretched as their belly returned to true size, the bench beneath them creaking as they shifted.
[That was an easy match,] Cyan switched to the low rumbles of their native language briefly as they watch Purple pat and rub their engorged middle.
[You're right,] Purple agreed, [I think they're getting more used to the idea.] They churred in satisfaction as someone inside shifted visibly against their 'spacesuit'. [In fact, I think they like it.]
[They'll fit right in with our peer groups,] Cyan noted, feeling their crewmates inside wriggle as well.
[Speak for yourself,] Purple snipped, holding an arm over their huge belly, [I'm not sharing my friends.]
[You've always been possessive. It's endearing,] Cyan seemed amused, [Shall we let them out to finish their tasks?]
Purple hesitated as Cyan's tummy growled long and low. [In a few more minutes,] they replied, patting their tum, [I want to enjoy this a short while longer... But, perhaps later they might be interested in another game?]
Cyan huffed in laughter. [That sounds wonderful. I hope they'll agree.]
When Benny became a space pirate he didn't expect to be in a Throuple with a giant reptilian bird and a male siren,both of whom desire to eat him but such is life
Yeah decided to make Gulliver,Benny and Adjona a throuple.Benny is also the aliens lunch
