
Alright, I was tagged for this during a conversation with
Star_Sage
It’s my first meme, so I guess it couldn’t hurt letting people know a little bit about me.
1) Introduce yourself.
Hello, I’m Neopuc. I have recently decided to become active in the furry fandom after being a lurker for a few years. Writing is a fun little thing for me to do which is something I would have never thought to be true two or three years ago. I think I am a pretty boring person in real life that spends entirely too much time in the house and my stories are a way for my, uh, less boring side to show itself. I also like to occasionally RP with people. If you wonder what I like to do when role playing with someone then just take a look at some of my stories.
2) Okay, we know who you are now, who do you play more often than not?
I don’t really have a preference yet. My fursona, Neopuc, is not even totally complete yet. There is a solid enough character there to RP with now, but I am still fine tuning the character. Right now I just RP with random one shot characters.
3) What interests you about vore/favorite type?
That is a hard one to answer. It is like asking why do you like certain types of food, they just taste good. I like most types of vore, but I think I have a slight preference for soft vore over hard vore. The idea of the character being digested alive is just a little more appealing to me. Hard vore definitely has its place in a story and I try to include the appropriate type of vore for the story that is being told.
4) How did you get into vore?
I have been into vore for as long as I can remember. It took a while to figure out what it was really called until I stumbled onto the furry fandom one day (thanks Google). I still have my Jurassic Park t-rex that can swallow the man it came with in a closet somewhere. A bunch of my old action figures are stored in his belly.
5) What’s you favorite role in an RP/POV pic?
I like to play both predator and prey. It’s still a vore story no matter who I play.
6) Do you like any fetish besides vore?
I think it is pretty obvious that I have a macro/micro fetish. That is probably my favorite fetish of all. I prefer the macros to be furries, but I occasionally like a human macro (about one or two weeks out of the year). Humans are easier to accept in RPs though. A good rampage story is always enjoyable. And I do have a paw fetish that is linked into a stomping fetish. I don’t really have anything against skat or watersports, but in my own writing I really only use them for humor or for humiliation purposes.
7) How far do you like your vore to go? Just a swallow to the tummy and containment, digestion, or all the way to the messy end?
It depends on the type of story that I am doing. If I feel that full digestion is called for then I do it. I rarely go all the way through to the messy end, I think I’ve only done it two or three times and those were all for humor purposes. As an example, I once had a guy get shrunk, eaten by something like a crow or raven, and then the bird eventually pooped him out on his own car. Funny, right?
8) Okay, time for fun. Type up your favorite scene.
It had started out as such a nice day for Cal the panther. He wondered how things could have gone so wrong. After visiting his friend Rob’s house he had been invited to stay for lunch. Cal’s fox friend had told him not to touch a strange black box that was sitting on the table. That, of course, made Cal want to touch it when he had previously not been the least bit interested in touching it.
When Rob had to leave the room Cal had immediately given in to temptation and touched the box. Cal started to get dizzy and stumbled around the table just before falling over. The feline had thought that he was going to fall on Rob’s sandwich and ruin his meal. He was right about one part. It felt like he was falling for much longer than he should have as Cal felt his feet leave the floor. His vision started to get blurry and it felt like he fell forever before he landed on a spongy surface. It took a minute or two for Cal to get his bearings and discover that he was sitting on a gigantic slice of bread. Everything around him was absolutely huge and Cal realized he was on Rob’s sandwich.
A number of thoughts raced through his mind. He wondered what type of person puts a shrinking device on a table for anyone to touch. How did he get the time to invent a shrinking device? What purpose could Rob have created a shrinking device for since it had nothing to do with his job?
Then Rob walked back into the room. Cal jumped up and down and shouted to get his friend’s attention. Rob just looked around without noticing Cal. “I suppose he had to run off for something,” said the fox. Cal wondered why his friend would assume that. He had a shrinking device sitting on the table. Wouldn’t it make sense to believe someone had touched the shrinking device if they suddenly disappeared?
Rob just picked up the sandwich that Cal was on. The little panther was shoved into the bread by one incredibly thick finger. He was unable to do anything as he heard sharp teeth shredding the sandwich with ease. Cal started to panic as he heard the sounds of the bites getting closer and closer to him. Then the weight on Cal finally lifted and he struggled to extract himself from the depression he found himself in.
There was no pleasant sight awaiting him as he got to his feet. A blast of warm air that smelled like the sandwich Cal was on washed over him. He looked up to see that he was rushing towards Rob’s ravenous maw. White fangs glistened in the kitchen’s artificial light and a wide pink tongue was arched toward the sandwich in anticipation of a tasty treat. Cal tried to run in the direction of one of Rob’s fingers, but he was a fraction of a second too late. Rob let what was left of the sandwich drop onto his tongue and Cal could not stop himself in time to avoid falling of the piece of bread and onto Rob’s slimy tongue.
Cal was bounced up and down on the tongue as it moved the sandwich over to teeth that quickly turned it into mush. Fortunately, Cal was able to avoid the same fate as the sandwich. He seemed to be too small for Rob to notice and that was the only thing that kept the tongue from pushing him on top of some jagged looking teeth. That also meant that Rob was not going to notice him when he decided to swallow. Cal tried to make his way over to something he could hold onto before the fox could send him down to an acid bath. All that was available was a tooth and Cal was able to get a hold on it before Rob’s first swallow. Then Rob’s tongue probed at any pieces of food that were stuck between his teeth. He would never know that he extracted one tiny panther from his only source of salvation as he swallowed one more time.
Cal plummeted down the dark fleshy tube that made up Rob’s throat. The panther tried to claw his way back up the fox’s throat, but the muscles in Rob’s throat were relentless. They forced Cal into a large dark chamber despite his best efforts. He fell a short distance onto a little pile of mush that burned slightly. It did not take long for Cal to figure out that he was in Rob’s belly, which was already busy digesting what Rob had previously swallowed.
Noxious fumes filled the air, depriving Cal of much needed oxygen. He wanted to try and reach a stomach wall and scratch at it to see if he could still get Rob’s attention. When he tried to do so he discovered that he was on a mush island that it was completely surrounded by acid. There was no way of getting anywhere. All he could do was sit around and wait for his island to dissolve. By the time that happened, Cal had passed out and even getting dissolved in his friend’s belly was not enough to wake him up again.
It took three days for Rob to figure out something had probably happened to Cal. All he could say about it was, “I really need to put that thing away. That’s the third friend I’ve lost to that thing.”
9) Last but not least, tag the next person in line.
Hmm, don’t really know of any vore writers that I could tag that have not been tagged already. So, if you are a vore writer that has not been tagged go ahead and give this a shot.

It’s my first meme, so I guess it couldn’t hurt letting people know a little bit about me.
1) Introduce yourself.
Hello, I’m Neopuc. I have recently decided to become active in the furry fandom after being a lurker for a few years. Writing is a fun little thing for me to do which is something I would have never thought to be true two or three years ago. I think I am a pretty boring person in real life that spends entirely too much time in the house and my stories are a way for my, uh, less boring side to show itself. I also like to occasionally RP with people. If you wonder what I like to do when role playing with someone then just take a look at some of my stories.
2) Okay, we know who you are now, who do you play more often than not?
I don’t really have a preference yet. My fursona, Neopuc, is not even totally complete yet. There is a solid enough character there to RP with now, but I am still fine tuning the character. Right now I just RP with random one shot characters.
3) What interests you about vore/favorite type?
That is a hard one to answer. It is like asking why do you like certain types of food, they just taste good. I like most types of vore, but I think I have a slight preference for soft vore over hard vore. The idea of the character being digested alive is just a little more appealing to me. Hard vore definitely has its place in a story and I try to include the appropriate type of vore for the story that is being told.
4) How did you get into vore?
I have been into vore for as long as I can remember. It took a while to figure out what it was really called until I stumbled onto the furry fandom one day (thanks Google). I still have my Jurassic Park t-rex that can swallow the man it came with in a closet somewhere. A bunch of my old action figures are stored in his belly.
5) What’s you favorite role in an RP/POV pic?
I like to play both predator and prey. It’s still a vore story no matter who I play.
6) Do you like any fetish besides vore?
I think it is pretty obvious that I have a macro/micro fetish. That is probably my favorite fetish of all. I prefer the macros to be furries, but I occasionally like a human macro (about one or two weeks out of the year). Humans are easier to accept in RPs though. A good rampage story is always enjoyable. And I do have a paw fetish that is linked into a stomping fetish. I don’t really have anything against skat or watersports, but in my own writing I really only use them for humor or for humiliation purposes.
7) How far do you like your vore to go? Just a swallow to the tummy and containment, digestion, or all the way to the messy end?
It depends on the type of story that I am doing. If I feel that full digestion is called for then I do it. I rarely go all the way through to the messy end, I think I’ve only done it two or three times and those were all for humor purposes. As an example, I once had a guy get shrunk, eaten by something like a crow or raven, and then the bird eventually pooped him out on his own car. Funny, right?
8) Okay, time for fun. Type up your favorite scene.
It had started out as such a nice day for Cal the panther. He wondered how things could have gone so wrong. After visiting his friend Rob’s house he had been invited to stay for lunch. Cal’s fox friend had told him not to touch a strange black box that was sitting on the table. That, of course, made Cal want to touch it when he had previously not been the least bit interested in touching it.
When Rob had to leave the room Cal had immediately given in to temptation and touched the box. Cal started to get dizzy and stumbled around the table just before falling over. The feline had thought that he was going to fall on Rob’s sandwich and ruin his meal. He was right about one part. It felt like he was falling for much longer than he should have as Cal felt his feet leave the floor. His vision started to get blurry and it felt like he fell forever before he landed on a spongy surface. It took a minute or two for Cal to get his bearings and discover that he was sitting on a gigantic slice of bread. Everything around him was absolutely huge and Cal realized he was on Rob’s sandwich.
A number of thoughts raced through his mind. He wondered what type of person puts a shrinking device on a table for anyone to touch. How did he get the time to invent a shrinking device? What purpose could Rob have created a shrinking device for since it had nothing to do with his job?
Then Rob walked back into the room. Cal jumped up and down and shouted to get his friend’s attention. Rob just looked around without noticing Cal. “I suppose he had to run off for something,” said the fox. Cal wondered why his friend would assume that. He had a shrinking device sitting on the table. Wouldn’t it make sense to believe someone had touched the shrinking device if they suddenly disappeared?
Rob just picked up the sandwich that Cal was on. The little panther was shoved into the bread by one incredibly thick finger. He was unable to do anything as he heard sharp teeth shredding the sandwich with ease. Cal started to panic as he heard the sounds of the bites getting closer and closer to him. Then the weight on Cal finally lifted and he struggled to extract himself from the depression he found himself in.
There was no pleasant sight awaiting him as he got to his feet. A blast of warm air that smelled like the sandwich Cal was on washed over him. He looked up to see that he was rushing towards Rob’s ravenous maw. White fangs glistened in the kitchen’s artificial light and a wide pink tongue was arched toward the sandwich in anticipation of a tasty treat. Cal tried to run in the direction of one of Rob’s fingers, but he was a fraction of a second too late. Rob let what was left of the sandwich drop onto his tongue and Cal could not stop himself in time to avoid falling of the piece of bread and onto Rob’s slimy tongue.
Cal was bounced up and down on the tongue as it moved the sandwich over to teeth that quickly turned it into mush. Fortunately, Cal was able to avoid the same fate as the sandwich. He seemed to be too small for Rob to notice and that was the only thing that kept the tongue from pushing him on top of some jagged looking teeth. That also meant that Rob was not going to notice him when he decided to swallow. Cal tried to make his way over to something he could hold onto before the fox could send him down to an acid bath. All that was available was a tooth and Cal was able to get a hold on it before Rob’s first swallow. Then Rob’s tongue probed at any pieces of food that were stuck between his teeth. He would never know that he extracted one tiny panther from his only source of salvation as he swallowed one more time.
Cal plummeted down the dark fleshy tube that made up Rob’s throat. The panther tried to claw his way back up the fox’s throat, but the muscles in Rob’s throat were relentless. They forced Cal into a large dark chamber despite his best efforts. He fell a short distance onto a little pile of mush that burned slightly. It did not take long for Cal to figure out that he was in Rob’s belly, which was already busy digesting what Rob had previously swallowed.
Noxious fumes filled the air, depriving Cal of much needed oxygen. He wanted to try and reach a stomach wall and scratch at it to see if he could still get Rob’s attention. When he tried to do so he discovered that he was on a mush island that it was completely surrounded by acid. There was no way of getting anywhere. All he could do was sit around and wait for his island to dissolve. By the time that happened, Cal had passed out and even getting dissolved in his friend’s belly was not enough to wake him up again.
It took three days for Rob to figure out something had probably happened to Cal. All he could say about it was, “I really need to put that thing away. That’s the third friend I’ve lost to that thing.”
9) Last but not least, tag the next person in line.
Hmm, don’t really know of any vore writers that I could tag that have not been tagged already. So, if you are a vore writer that has not been tagged go ahead and give this a shot.
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“I really need to put that thing away. That’s the third friend I’ve lost to that thing.”
I'd have thought he'd put it away after killing the first friend. One is an accident, two is a coincidence, three sounds intentional. O..o'''
What sort of vore scenario would you do containment in? Or reformation (if you're into that).
I'd have thought he'd put it away after killing the first friend. One is an accident, two is a coincidence, three sounds intentional. O..o'''
What sort of vore scenario would you do containment in? Or reformation (if you're into that).
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