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My vore tastes are probably less realistic than...
15 years ago
anyone else's on the site. I prefer the predator and prey to have... very unrealistic biologies, to say the least. It's not necessarily cartoony, but it's not like anything on earth.
The predator has an expandable jaw and somewhat expandable throat and belly; the stomach is huge, and contains no acid, bile, or mucous, although it is quite wet. You can even breathe in it; when the predator feels like it, though, you will go unconscious (painlessly) and be slowly absorbed. Not digested, absorbed. This process has no waste as a byproduct. The inside of the pred's throat and stomach is very sensitive, but strong as well. If something sharp penetrates the stomach wall, it will be absorbed and the flesh will heal around it, leaving the prey with no weapon. Other than that, the prey struggling and squirming in the tight stomach gives the pred extreme sexual pleasure (akin to having their "parts", if they had them, stimulated). The predator's teeth aren't sharp and aren't connected to the skull, so they can clamp down fairly hard without hurting the prey or causing them pain. With non-romantic vore, my predators like to get aggressive, going on a rampage through a village or something similar and hunting down and swallowing as many as they can, grabbing people/furs in their jaws and sucking them down, until their belly is so full they can't eat any more. Even when this happens, the prey is of a decently large size, so it results in a lot of effort required (and pleasure derived) to stuff them into the throat and swallow them.
The prey never dies permanently. Although they naturally express terror or fear at the idea of being swallowed whole, and they experience mixed pleasure at the sensation of being squeezed in a wet, fleshy maw or throat, when they're absorbed their body is regenerated elsewhere (through magic, technology, or some sort of biological regenerator, such as a special plant).
I don't know if I developed my fetish with these bizarre details, or if these details developed with my fetish to avoid the things I don't like about the realistic process (pain, death, bile, etc.). But that raises the question of why I developed the fetish in the first place. Because of all this, I can't really get anything out of vore stories, all I get is a mix of repulsion and guilt from the description. I usually have to use art, but even those are like playing Russian Roulette with all the... grosser stuff out there. So my imagination is my best bet, and the above description is what is usually involved with my imagination.
The predator has an expandable jaw and somewhat expandable throat and belly; the stomach is huge, and contains no acid, bile, or mucous, although it is quite wet. You can even breathe in it; when the predator feels like it, though, you will go unconscious (painlessly) and be slowly absorbed. Not digested, absorbed. This process has no waste as a byproduct. The inside of the pred's throat and stomach is very sensitive, but strong as well. If something sharp penetrates the stomach wall, it will be absorbed and the flesh will heal around it, leaving the prey with no weapon. Other than that, the prey struggling and squirming in the tight stomach gives the pred extreme sexual pleasure (akin to having their "parts", if they had them, stimulated). The predator's teeth aren't sharp and aren't connected to the skull, so they can clamp down fairly hard without hurting the prey or causing them pain. With non-romantic vore, my predators like to get aggressive, going on a rampage through a village or something similar and hunting down and swallowing as many as they can, grabbing people/furs in their jaws and sucking them down, until their belly is so full they can't eat any more. Even when this happens, the prey is of a decently large size, so it results in a lot of effort required (and pleasure derived) to stuff them into the throat and swallow them.
The prey never dies permanently. Although they naturally express terror or fear at the idea of being swallowed whole, and they experience mixed pleasure at the sensation of being squeezed in a wet, fleshy maw or throat, when they're absorbed their body is regenerated elsewhere (through magic, technology, or some sort of biological regenerator, such as a special plant).
I don't know if I developed my fetish with these bizarre details, or if these details developed with my fetish to avoid the things I don't like about the realistic process (pain, death, bile, etc.). But that raises the question of why I developed the fetish in the first place. Because of all this, I can't really get anything out of vore stories, all I get is a mix of repulsion and guilt from the description. I usually have to use art, but even those are like playing Russian Roulette with all the... grosser stuff out there. So my imagination is my best bet, and the above description is what is usually involved with my imagination.
I prefer the unrealistic side of things.....pleasure and bliss or the most important things in vore ^^
So I don't think your alone in that department actually. ^..^ Unrealistic vore is probably the most enjoyable I think.
Absorbing the weapon is a very powerful ability that smacks of high level magic or supertech. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
When a weapon is absorbed, it gets combined with other undigestable material and laid in eggs. That's how Saura works, anyways.
Don't suppose you have any IMers to chat on, Yahoo, MSN, AIM? if so then ill add your user name so we can chat. =3
But I relate, its actually alot like how my voreish characters are built. When it comes to live 'pray' with Aleihr and Zasia, (a couple of the more soft and caring 'preds' using the act in intimacy. FYI, Aleihr's a male dragator- gator/dragon, Zasia is a female alligator, both anthro) the stomach acids are temporarily dulled and dissolved by restorative mana energy, such force is what takes hold of the so-called 'prey', they restorative essence aids in absorption. The captive feels no pain in the act, just a soothing sensation as they are cradled into falling asleep in serenity.