#temvore

L.egoshi: He's a big dumb dog. Hunger and horny mix together to the point that he can't tell them apart. Accidental vore/Losing himself to instinct/Being easily convinced to eat others all lend themselves very well to this. But also I think he'd eat others for people he cares about, too--for instance, to protect them or to make himself more cuddly. On the flip side, he's really easy to convince to be willing prey for those he cares deeply about, tail wagging the whole way down. And while there are certainly instances where he could be unwilling prey, he'll be very whiny and submissive once he realizes that stomachs are much sturdier than they appear.

L.ouis: An herbivore that thinks himself equal if not greater than carnivores is going to act as such. Might take some time to get over the bellyaches but he'll get used to meat eventually. He'd probably consume carnivores near exclusively, though I don't think he'd deny himself the indulgence to snack on fellow herbivores if the mood strikes him. He's very defiant as prey, always going down fighting and making a big show of his resistance. Not very useful against your average carnivore but he refuses to make himself an easy meal. He'll shout and kick to the very end and do his best not to let his fear shine through.

R.iz: I like to think his philosophy on eating others is similar to how he tries to cope with T.em's death in canon--by believing that he's joined his prey together with him and they're now one. Sure, eating for him is still based on hunger and instinct, and he's definitely someone who'll stuff himself silly...but he still thinks what he's doing is a good thing. The right thing, even. Doesn't mean he won't go down fighting if someone were to turn the tables on him, though the hypocrisy will be lost on him. He'll settle down eventually once he's fully sealed away unless his predator did something to really piss him off. Or happened to be an herbivore...

B.ill: It's all about dominance for him. He's a big, tough carnivore--why shouldn't he eat like one, too? Doesn't have to be reserved to just herbivores, either! Smaller or weaker carnivores are below the food chain for him (though so is everyone else if you ask him) so he won't hesitate to put them in their place, too. He loves to show off when he can and feel that rush of power that comes with devouring another life. Course, this means he won't be the most agreeable prey. He'll roar and struggle for a good while but that fragile ego of his is bound to shatter eventually, and by then, he'll just be a pathetic, whimpering lump of meat to work over. Just depends on how long it takes for him to realize he's been bumped down a few notches in the food chain for good.

G.ouhin: He's a doctor in the black market who handles mostly aggressive carnivores. Of course, one of his main methods of handling that is showing them what it's like to be the meat they so badly crave. Is that a lesson that can be learned more than once? Completely depends. Other than that, he'll always take in willing prey. He'll make sure it's what they want but hey, if that's the life they wanna live, he's not going to let them go off and pick a worse predator. As a meal, he's one of two ways--if one manages to get him down fair and square, he'll most likely be huffy but accept his place. If one does something cheap like getting him by surprise, then he'll make for a much tougher meal. Indigestion is very possible with him.

P.ina: He's got a slightly different flavor of confidence compared to L.ouis. His good looks and borderline flirtatious behavior make it so he considers it an honor to be his food. Certainly, the type to try and sweet talk a meal down the hatch but not fully above getting a little rough if needed. He might complain a bit about the weight he has to work off later but sacrifices must be made. So, similarly, he'll try to talk his way out of a maw if it comes down to it. Very likely to not work, especially if he goes in head first, but his panicked wiggling won't do him any good. Too bad he likely tastes as good as he looks, doubt there's anything he could offer that'll keep him in one piece.

T.em: Okay, so he's barely a character but why should that stop me? Here's the vision--accidental vore, role reversal, and unwilling pred. Too busy screaming while some rabid carnivore lunges at him sends a big meal shooting down the hatch. Takes a tumble down the stairs with his would-be predator and he lands with a full gut and a headache. Or even just raw survival instinct taking over and making him turn the tables in a moment of pure panic before he even realizes what's going on. And then he's embarrassed by the end results and always tries to deny it. He's much more simple as prey, tends to just give in once he's down the hatch. Maybe it's the panic or the digestion but he usually accepts his place once the delirium sets in. Makes for an easy meal.

J.ack: Accidental vore on this one, too. Sometimes he eats before he thinks and whoops, that's a person in his stomach! Probably a bit bashful about it and apologetic but like...not enough to let them out. If they went down that easily, they'd probably just get nabbed by some other predator. At least J.ack will be nice about it! I also think he's another potential willing prey, so long as he's buttered up about it. Lots of compliments and niceties and he'll be settling in quick. Course, even if he's not willing, it doesn't take a lot of effort to get him to shut up and settle down so he's not a problem either way.

G.osha: I think he was a waaaay bigger pred in his youth, but old age and family life caught up on him and now he's not nearly as proactive. Still nabs himself a meal from time to time but he's a lot more secretive about it and would prefer if no one knew. It's embarrassing for a man his age to do something like that. He will eat others as an act of self-defense, though, or if he thinks they're a threat to his grandson. Otherwise, if he's the one being eaten, I think a lot of that survival instinct just goes out the door in favor of pure panic. The kind that just makes a guy freeze up and do nothing. But unless a pred is immune to it or has a real iron gut, komodo dragons are basically a walking stomachache.

Y.ahya: His diet is exclusively carnivores. He's L.ouis but worse, seeing himself as enacting justice by eating carnivores. He's very cold and unflinching about it, too. He even kinda likes it when he can make a carnivore crack and show him fear. So shows very little mercy to his meals because of that. That means he'll also fight to the end if he gets eaten, absolutely refusing to be food for a carnivore--or at least making them regret eating him. If an herbivore were the one to devour him, though, he'd likely be in too much shock for any effective resistance.

T.em shakes as he stares up into the cavernous, dripping maw above him. He can’t believe this is happening. Large hands hold his arms down but even if they didn’t, he’d still be too petrified to run. The breath that washes over him smells vaguely of honey. It’s going to smell like him soon.

Was this just the inevitable end for all prey and predators? For one to eat the other? He had hoped it wasn’t. Not that it matters now. The stronger, bigger animal got to decide what happens to him…and R.iz decided he was food. T.em is lifted off the ground with ease, his face planted into R.iz’s maw. The bear’s tongue slurps over his face. It’s slick and warm and finally makes him start to wiggle a bit. But the sensation stops as he’s shoved back, and his face instead meets the wet gullet waiting for him.

The first wet gulp rings out. R.iz’s maw shuts, sharp teeth resting gently on T.em’s body. Even with his uniform on, R.iz’s tongue laps at the alpaca’s shoulders and chest, soaking up whatever flavor there is to get out of him. It’s not much, so the next gulp happens, sucking T.em deeper, and giving R.iz access to his lithe stomach. Getting his tongue under his friend’s shirt is much easier now, and when he drags it across T.em’s flesh, it makes the legs hanging from his jaws kick and wiggle.

R.iz’s hands move to T.em’s calves now and he tips his head back, gulping a third time. T.em sinks further down, thighs entering the bear’s drooling maw. The gullet wall around him are tight and slick and the heat is immense. He can hear R.iz’s heart thudding in his ears and deep breathing all around. His face is pressing against something tight, where a deep, beastiality groan rumbles up that makes him whimper.

With the next gulp, R.iz feels fullness start to settle in his stomach. T.em’s head and shoulders squeeze into the organ finally, making it bulge a bit around his head. R.iz rubs a hand along the bulge gently, the other resting on his chest. He wants more. All that’s hanging out of his maw now is a pair of twitching feet. His tongue curls around them, dragging them into his jaws. One final gulp and…

T.em suddenly sloshes down, his entire body spilling into R.iz’s stomach. It makes him Yelp in surprise at how fast it suddenly was. He’s curled up in an awkward position, head tucked between his knees, one arm squished between his legs and chest and the other at his side and under his ass. The walls around him are tight and slimy, the space too warm and hard to breathe in. The smell of honey mixes with gut stink and it’s overwhelming. T.em tries to call for help, to tell R.iz to let him out, to scream…but all that comes out of him is a choked whine. He’s going to die in here.

R.iz lets out a low, deep groan of pure satisfaction. He rubs slowly along his gut with one hand, the other cupped under it to provide some support. T.em is small, at least compared to him, but his stomach still hangs out a nice bit. The feeling of warm fullness is immensely satisfying and euphoric. R.iz has never felt like this before. Is this…the true nature of prey and predators? Does T.em feel as good as he does? He hopes so. He wants it to. He tips his head back and belches deeply.

The belch makes everything quake for T.em. The stale air is already hard on him. Having less of it is even worse. His mind is already swimming. He tries to move around, to get more comfortable if nothing else, but the space is too tight and too slick. All he really does is make the gut slosh a bit and get his arm out from under himself. The stomach is growing louder around him, the gurgled and groans it makes like rumbles in his ears. He’s just food now. He’s going to die like this. R.iz is going to kill him. Those thoughts keep racing through his mind, even as it gets harder to think, harder to stay conscious. Some spotty part of his mind reminds him that R.iz is his friend. Isn’t it better to be eaten by a friend than a stranger..?

R.iz sits down in one of the empty chairs of the lecture hall, slurping along his lips slowly to enjoy the last taste of T.em. He’s unbuttoned his shirt, letting his furry gut hang out in all its glory. He can’t keep his hands off of it, wanting to feel T.em shift around in there. It’s absolutely amazing. He wants to thank T.em for being his food and his friend, but he’s worried that if he speaks, he might wake up and find this was all just a dream. So he just rumbles, rubs his gut, and smiles. It’s getting loud now, he can feel it working hard. He’s never had live prey before but…he imagines T.em will flush through his system just fine.

The stomach sounds are so loud that they nearly drown out T.em’s thoughts. He’s sinking into himself, into the warm sensation around him. He’s struggling to keep his eyes open and his body is already feeling numb. R.iz seems happy…maybe this is for the best. This is the only way a prey and a predator can be together. Not as friends or lovers but…as food and consumer. T.em is happy it was R.iz. If it was someone else…or god forbid a stranger…that wouldn’t feel right. It wouldn’t be fair. But it was R.iz. If it had to be anyone…it should be him. Another belch makes the stomach rumble around him and the walls squeeze him tighter. All sensations start to fade away, as if they were growing distant. Still…he would have liked…to stay with R.iz…as his friend…

As R.iz’s belch tapers off, he can feel T.em’s weaker shifting fade into little twitches, and then nothing. A deep, content sigh escapes him. T.em is all his now. He’ll be his forever. He sits back in the chair, starting to rub his hand deeper into his stomach. He doesn’t care now how rough he is. T.em is his.

Digestion takes a couple of hours. T.em’s body doesn’t hold up so well between R.iz’s harsh rubbing and the intensity of his working stomach. When the first popping sounds start to come from the bear’s stomach, he had paused, almost like what had happened was actually sinking in. But then he burped again, slurped over his lips, and pressed down until he got a crack instead. His gut softened up rapidly from there, T.em’s body almost effortlessly breaking apart on him.

He could then feel the liquid weight sinking deeper. Wet rumbling noises come from his stomach as T.em siphons deeper through his guts, along his intensities and to his bowels. R.iz rubs a bit further now, letting out a pleased huff to himself as he practically feels T.em making his lower belly swell. By the time the entire process is done, R.iz is nearly asleep. He’s only woken up again by the sudden sharp pressure he feels down below.

Taking himself to the open part of the room, R.iz lowers his pants and squats down. A fart crackles out of him, making his nose twitch a bit from the smell. It’s not really improved when a solid mass begins to push out of him. But any displeasure from the smell itself is tamped down by the sensation of something so thick stretching him out and knowing what it once was.

The logs of bear crap start piling up from there. They squeeze out easily enough, slopping onto the ground with soft thumps. Bits of bone and fur are laced through the dark brown muck, with some of T.em’s more solid bones coming out with a bit more effort. R.iz grunts as he finds a shoe passing through him and then another. Should have taken those off. T.em’s uniform comes out through a few logs as well, with his shirt stuck on mostly broken ribs. The pile builds up more and more before, finally, a solid object begins to push out.

R.iz grits, giving a strong squeeze, and he can feel the solid mass pop out. It’s followed by the last of the crap and his bowels are finally empty. He gets back to his feet, looking down at his handwork. T.em’s skull sits at the top of the knee-high pile, half buried under thick bear shit. R.iz can make out other bones here or there and see one of the shoes that gave him trouble. The smell is absolutely repugnant, too. It’s a sorry sight for someone he considered such a good friend.

It had been an accident. Or, at least, as much of an accident as trying not to get murdered can be. When R.iz finally cornered him, he thought it was over, and T.em had screamed as the bear lunged at him to tear him apart. And then he stopped. Something big had wedged itself into his mouth, and T.em was so panicked, he just started swallowing on instinct. He didn't even realize the thing he was gulping down was R.iz until he was staring at the bear-shaped bulge stretching out his stomach. He couldn't even say anything in his shock, just let out belches that rival the loud roars R.iz made.

The next day, T.em heard people talking about the heap of shit they'd found in one of the classrooms. Everyone had expected something like this to happen to one of the herbivores on campus, but a carnivore? Especially one like R.iz? That was what made it spread so fast. T.em could only blush at the thought, fiddling with the buttons on his uniform. They're just barely keeping his shirt closed over his new pot belly and he's not sure how to explain that he'll need a size up for them.

T.em had been hoping to just forget the whole thing and move on with his life. No one would ever believe he devoured, digested, and dumped R.iz out, and he didn't want to get in trouble in case someone did. So he did his best to ignore the whole thing and move on. But his stomach had different ideas, and as the days go on, the carnivores of the drama club make it growl louder and louder each time he sees them. He finally reaches a breaking point when he tries to bite B.ill's tail and he knows he can't hold back anymore.

T.em lured the tiger in question to a storage room under the guise of needing help lifting a box. He'd never suspect anything of the small herbivore, so when T.em launched himself at B.ill, the tiger found it funnier more than anything. At least until T.em's maw was sliding over his head and sucking him down. The tiger wasn't laughing too much then, but as his broad shoulders start disappearing, it's too late for him to fight back as he goes from proud predator to delicious prey. It had been just as easy to work him down as it had been to work R.iz down, and T.em hoped that meant the rest of the process would be. He'd be wrong.

He was face to face with L.egoshi, the wolf having come by to see what was taking the two so long. The wolf looks from T.em's wide eyes, to the tiger tail sticking out of his lips, to the B.ill shaped bulge in his gut. With a slurp, T.em sends the last of B.ill down and tackles L.eogshi next. The weight of B.ill hanging off his middle lets T.em people the wolf, and in the confusion, he gets his maw over L.egoshi's muzzle and begins to guzzle him down next. And as he's packing the last of the wolf away, T.ao came in after hearing the commotion. After that, T.em is beginning to consider this may have been a bad idea as he horks down kicking albatross legs.

T'em belches thickly as he gets the last of A.oba down the hatch. He's stuffed silly, his gut so taut around his meals that the four of them can barely move. He plants himself down in front of the door this time, making sure it stays shut so he doesn't have a surprise fifth course. He just needs to sit here until he's got all of this worked down...ugh, this was such a terrible idea. No going back now, though.

T.em would feel a few more attempts at opening the door, but the muffled screaming of his meals must have been too muted because they gave up pretty quick. He thumps his chest and lets out another massive belch as he hears them walk away. Hopefully, he'll be left in peace now. He's going to be staying the night in this closet for sure...

Sure enough, that's what happened, although T.em wound up sleeping through most of it as his stomach processed four predators down with relative ease. They yelled and screamed for as long as they could, but their strong bodies steadily fell apart until the tight walls and boiling acids. T.em belches in his sleep as the last odd lumps in his gut smooth out and he's left with nothing but a bubbling dome on his middle.

Over the rest of the night, T.em's stomach would slowly shrink back, pumping all the thick sludge deeper into his system. When he woke up, he'd get to see how much fatter he got first hand. His pants have ripped around his ass and thick and his boxers were barely hanging on. His shirt wasn't even coming close to buttoning up over his large stomach, and he could feel his much rounder face heating up with embarrassment. Not as embarrassing as what he's going to do, though...