A Writer’s Block (Vore)

NOTES: Yay another random story between Vanilla and me. A writer’s block? Vanilla will say “no” to that. For those who randomly stumble here, please read the title carefully. This contains vore. If you add a negative comment here, you will be blocked without a warning. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.



We begin this (unwritten story) in a dark room, and the sound of fast-paced typing with my MacBook Pro. The computer screen is bright into my eyes, as I type like I’m a mindless robot, headphones plugged into my computer as I’m listening to random videos into YouTube, and my Skype notifications are popping into my screen endlessly. Today, I decided to write another vore story. I shook my head, and deleted the document. Tried again and wrote about Vanilla doing unbirth vore. Stupidest idea so I deleted that too. I mean, who the hell likes vore coming from of an ass?

Thomas: *Continues typing*

Then someone from Skype asks me to do an RP. Something silly but a stress-killer, but since I’m writing, I politely decline. I resume my writing until I hear my computer telling me it’s 10:45 PM. I realized that I’ve been trying to get an idea for all day, and I just rested my head on my computer desk.

Thomas: *Sighs with a grumpy expression* Oh man… I need to stop writing some crap.

I look up at my TV screen and my PS4 is playing a movie on Netflix. I’m currently listening to Pirates of the Caribbean. Classic as usual and love the idea of pirates in a movie. All of a sudden, my window is rattling and I turned around from behind me. I stood up from my couch and backed away from the window.

The rattling stopped and I tilted my head to the side as I’m very confused. I have a bad feeling about this as I come closer and closer to the window… As I came closer and closer, I felt a soft breeze blowing my face and I covered my eyes. The window is actually open… How did I not notice this before? So I approach closer to the window and make an attempt to close it, and then, I am pulled by a giant white paw away from the room. I shook my head in confusion in where the heck am I, but when I gazed up in front of me, I’m in the grasp of my own favourite and our familiar dragon.

Thomas: Vanilla!

Vanilla: Hehe… Miss me Thomas?

In my point-of-view I continue to look at Vanilla with a smile in my face as he’s carrying me very carefully. I feel so warm within my giant kitten, as it’s probably because of the paws.
Vanilla: By the way Thomas, I’ve noticed that you are stuck in a “writer’s block,” if I’m correct.

Thomas: *Sighs* Yeah… It’s frustrating.

Vanilla: Aww, don’t worry, I’ll show you a good place where you can concentrate. Here, drink this.

Thomas: Uhh… I don’t feel like—

My dragon interrupted my speech and forced me to drink a bottle of something… It tastes really gross, it’s like drinking fish sauce at the same time. I couldn’t pry myself away from it because he’s holding me down with a paw and he’s using his tail for me to drink this crap.

After the bottle was empty, I started to gag and cough, holding my throat as if likely I’m about to throw up. But I didn’t, instead there was something that is going on in my body. I started to feel a lot more, “smaller…”

Vanilla: This’ll be interesting… *Giggle* I haven’t tried to eat you in this form before. A kitty! Like me!

I didn’t know what he was talking about but dang he’s right! I’m a kitten all of a sudden! I have some white fur, blue cat-like eyes, black ears, black hair coming out of my head, a long tail with stripes, my birthmark is in my right paw similar to my human form, my clothes overgrown on me as well including my cap, and a star shape black patch of fur is on my left hind leg. I looked at my hands (or err… paws) and I just knew that I am a kitten.

Thomas: What did you feed me?

Vanilla: *Laughs* A potion made by Strawberry.

Thomas: *Perked ears* Of course it was her…

Vanilla: Do you like it?

Thomas: Like it? *I smiled* I love it! This is incredible! I feel like I’m a kid again!

Vanilla: I’m glad that you do. You look so cute too.

My kitten-dragon seems to be adoring my new form quite a bit much… I am definitely smaller, that’s for sure and he’s sniffing at me. Then he gives me a wet slobbery lick across my back and I laughed.

Thomas: Hehe… I think I know what’s gonna be written in my story now.
Vanilla: Well good. I’m glad that I’m helping you Master Thomas. By the way, do you know the next step is?

Thomas: Do I know the answer to that?

Vanilla: *Smiles and points that fluffy tummy of his*

Thomas: Heh… *Perked ears flat giggling* Why am I not surprised?

Vanilla: Sorry Thomas, it’s just that you’re so wittle and cute now I just wanted to gobble you all up.

My dragon seems to be very anticipated in swallowing me whole now as I noticed his excitement for me seems to be too much for him. Finally, I gave him a nod as I’m ready as usual. I approach closer into the dragon’s lips, his muzzle opens showing his enormous slimy jaws as drips of saliva comes down onto me. The tongue scooped me up and he slurped me up like a noodle. Once I’m inside the mouth, he starts bouncing me with his tongue likely he wants me to have a little fun before he eats me. Not only I was laughing, but I found out that I can purr. And that’s exactly what I’m doing now.

It feels like a waterslide and his breath smells like a thousand dead fish, but for some reason, I didn’t mind at all since I’m a kitten at the moment, and the breath isn’t effecting me at all. After having fun in the mouth a few times, the tongue suddenly tilted upwards allowing me to slide down fast and into the throat. From there, I’m swallowed by my dragon once again. Vanilla licked his chops as he feels satisfied now and he curls himself into a ball.

Thomas: *I pawed the walls* Isn’t it a little weird that you would swallow your own kind of race?

Vanilla: Hehe… Well strangely enough, you don’t taste like a kitten. Even if you are one, you still taste the same.

Thomas: Huh… Interesting. Is that why you changed me? Since your breath kinda smells funny?

Vanilla: *Laughs* Yup. We cats like fish, I hope you enjoy.

Then I lie down in the belly of my dragon liking this for some reason since I’m one of them as well. He’s right, for a human, this would be bad and I would feel really sick. For a cat however, they would love this smell. I curl myself into a ball and for the first time ever, and I started purring loudly like a motorbike.

Vanilla: Well wittle one, have a good night’s sleep.

Thomas: Thanks Vanilla. I will write the heck out of this story. I guess your belly really does help me.

Vanilla: I’m glad that I can help you. *Rubs belly where I am now*

Thomas: I missed you. You’re the greatest friend.

Vanilla: Aww, you are as well. By the way Thomas, what is the next one you’re gonna write?

Thomas: Hmm… *I smiled* How about “Thomas the kitten?”

Vanilla: *Purrs with a light dragon growl* Ohhh…. I like that name!

Thomas: Though first, I gotta write down Strawberry.

Vanilla: Right, you promised too. That’s alright, I can wait.

As long as Vanilla is on my side, I don’t think I will ever get a writer’s block. That’s why when I come out of the dragon’s belly and come back to normal, I am uploading this “unwritten” and “strange” story for you guys to read.

FIN