I suppose you must have? It's not my cup of tea, but what it goes for, it goes hard.

huh...

didn't know you'd read it

Did you like it, and if so, why? I could use the knowledge for future vorny endeavors

There are certain squicks I'm able to ignore when a story otherwise works for me, so I tend to skim, and figure out how much of what squicks me dominates the plot. Like, I'm instantly turned off by disposal and scat. But that always necessarily comes at the end of a vore fic, so I can usually just stop early, and be fine.

For "As Nature Intended", I skimmed it initially, but we're all busy these days and it didn't immediately grab my attention. But I'm honestly very glad this journal prompted me to take another look.

The parts I did absorb initially were easy to go back to, like the last line of the first paragraph:
"If there was one single good thing Charlie had, it was his body."
Holy fuck, that's a hell of a line, especially in a vore fic. Not exactly arousing, but striking and profound.

What does turn me on specifically is a student-teacher relationship. Even if it's years later, the teacher still has this authority over the student that neither can deny. I'm a sucker for basic tropes. Abuse of power, the strong exploiting the weak. So then:
"You’re the third student who’s asked me to eat them this month…" the lion said, casually growling with lust and hunger. "Not sure why you young people are so drawn to my stomach… oh well. Who am I to deny a student’s wishes?"
🔥FUCK.🔥

If there's any part of the body I love love LOVE getting attention during oral vore, it's the ass, even moreso than the delicates. Plump, soft, fat, jiggly, round, huge, with a TONGUE and TEETH against it...
"Mwangi was still able to savor his unexpected treat, tongue gliding over the gazelle’s plump flesh, sharp teeth gnawing at his fat ass."
My favorite set up, visually, is usually head-first, facedown, just as the fat of the ass is starting to squeeze under the top row of teeth. But when described, whether head-first or feet-first, ANYTHING describing the ass, against the teeth, and the tongue or the soft palate, is exquisite.

Now, while willing prey doesn't turn me on, it doesn't squick me. And there's a certain beauty, poetry, to vore as assisted suicide... and depending how the story presents it, it's either sacred...or deeply profane. And sometimes the prey sees it as one, but the pred as the other, and that dichotomy is fucking HOT. So while I don't much care for descriptions of Charlie's suffering, the comparison to Mwangi's complete nonchalance is downright LECHEROUS.

But then, despite my reticence, I skim the squicky bits to get to the end. And I was not expecting it. I usually roll my eyes at belching up bones and whatnot and think to myself "can't even digest bones, couldn't be me." But the trophy is such a poignant trope to completely discard.

But... it's not even really that, here. Fertilizer for a flower, and a "cute" skull among many, labeled in sharpie. Will Mwangi even remember what Charlie looked like, or his voice? In a month? A year? Will "Charlie Price" be blotched and blurred to nothing by a few scant rainstorms, with barely even a thought of "oh, I wonder what that was meant to say?"

The ending doesn't really imply much, except that this pattern is likely to continue. Which, clearly, I have no problem with. But, my brain doing what it does, it does make me wonder... how would Mwangi react to a "dry spell", let's say? An entire year of absolutely delicious-looking students, and not a one laid themselves out on a silver tray for him. It's not really fair, now is it? A man becomes accustomed to a certain lifestyle, after all...

...Maybe, just this once, he'll pick one out for himself. Some hopeless young man with no potential to realize. A soft soul, barely more than a boy, unprepared for the cruelty of the world. If anything, Mwangi would be doing him a favor. Get to him before the world beats him down... help him go out on a high note... waste no more time on futile life...

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.....I really need to find more time to write...

(Aside: I really, really, REALLY hate farting. Nothing to be done about it, that's just how I'm built.)

daaaaaaaaaammmmmmmnnnnnn~

Even if Charlie is forgotten, the flowers his remains grow will remain a pleasant sight to see at the very least.

As for your question about a "dry spell"...

I mean, lore-wise, Mwangi is a bit of a softie. He's not particularly accustomed to eating students, he just does it because they keep requesting it and because it has the added benefit of aiding him in his gardening. He enjoys it, but he could certainly live without it, and he could not fathom eating someone without their express consent. It's a bit too mean for him.

But hey, if you're inspired to write, go for it whenever you can. I believe in you~

I know I'm definitely gonna write more vore with dilfs

Oh, I assure you, that bit of my comment was for the benefit of future-me.
I want motivation and inspiration, but it's hard to have both at the same time, nowadays.

In any case, your work deserves all the attention it's getting, and more. You're highly skilled, and have a clear intuitive sense of how to engage your audience. Whether through talent, practice, or both, the result is the same.

You are a very good writer.

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