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Sni-p, featuring Tallest Red enjoying a tasty demi-human that just happens to pop up on his ship! A nice, simple story, and I hope you all enjoy it.
Tallest Red did NOT want to be interrupted. The faintly insect-esque, green-skinned, tall alien leader of the “Irken Empire” had only two plans for today…gorging himself on “Pixie Stix” candy and some laser tag with Purple later on one of the Massive’s many wings in the southern section of the enormous flagship of their fleet. He’d had a WEEK of having to put up with irritating requests and attacks on the fleet from the “Resisty”, that stupid resistance group that was fighting against their empire, and then there was Zim.
ZIIIIIM.
The black antennae atop Tallest Red’s head flattened as he scowled at the thought of the small, filthy little defective. Zim had thought to curry favor with Tallest Red and Tallest Purple by teleporting in “gifts”. But the gifts were all…ALL painful or irritating.
Zim sent over candy? It made them grow beards.
Zim sent over little statues of the Tallest? The statues went ALIVE and tried to take over the Massive.
Zim sent over fancy schloorgh steak dinners? The meat went right to their thighs.
And then they blew up. It was aggravating.
So now Red just wanted to be ALONE. And alone with Purple later on, relaxing and enjoying laser tag, and playing “Whack A Zim”. A game involving taking a hammer and whacking the SHIT out of little Zim puppets that popped up. That was a cathartic experience. He smiled to himself, finishing up the Pixie Stix candy he had before mentally ordering his PAK to pop out some more.
His PAK was a kind of computerized backpack, put upon the backs of ALL Irkens that held every Irken’s personality, brain, a huge swath of technology. A new bag of Pixie Stix popped out and Red caught it in his two-digited, clawed, gauntleted hands as he began to rip it open, and to dip the little chalky “stick” of the candy into the powdered sugar so he could slurp it off.
But before he could take another lick of “Bubblegum Blast”…
KRA-THROOOOM!
A thunderous roar and a portal swirled and hissed, opening up before Red’s eyes as he stared in shock at what was, without a doubt, a human of some kind. And a female from the looks of it, too. Though…an unusual one. She had green, almost draconic wings, a green patch over her left eye, which, though green as well, was of a more reptilian shade than the other eye, and with a slit pupil. She had faint fangs visible in her mouth, a slightly pointed nose, flowing brown locks that went down to her shoulders, a few bangs flopping across her face, and she was wearing a dark black shirt with pants to match…
And a tail. A distinctly reptilian tail was snaking out from her back as Tallest Red stared at her, astounded.
“What in the…” She muttered, looking Red over…who’d tragically dropped his “Pixie Stix” candy on the floor, his mouth agape as he looked this demi-human being over. “Who’re you?”
“Who am I?! This is MY ship! I’m Tallest Red of the Irken Empire! You’ll be answering MY questions!” Red said angrily. “I mean, how did you even get ON the Massive?! We’re lightyears from your planet, human!”
The human looked around, slightly confused. “Sorry.” She said innocently, giving a shrug. “No clue. I was just working on some magic spells to try and give me a more appealing figure to other people and…poof! Here I am!”
“…magic…spells?” Tallest Red looked her over, an invisible eyebrow raised. “Oh really. Just…great! Just great. Well magic yourself OUT of here immediately! Get lost, human!”
“My NAME’S Emilee, thank you very much. I’m not calling you “Irken”, am I?” Emilee inquired as Tallest Red turned a bit red in the face with irritation.
“H-Hey! I’M in charge here. You have to do what I say!”
“No I don’t. I don’t work for you.” Emilee remarked with a snarky grin. “With all due respect, I can do whatever I feel like on this ship. And BTW, if you want to be intimidating…don’t wear a dress.” She added, pointing at the lower attire he had. The Tallest didn’t have a traditional appearance. Their chest armor was round, suspended up on a slender stomach that was very slim indeed, more ropelike and stretchy than normal, with the lower body and legs covered by a kind of…well…
“This is a Tallet’s robe!” Red protested.
“Isn’t a robe like a dress?”
“NO!”
“Yes it is.”
Red was now VERY red in the face. “Now, you look here-” He said, pointing at her as Emilee then grabbed hold of his clawed two-digited hands.
“Oooh, why do you only have two fingers? Must be hard to hold things.” She remarked. “Oooh, your skin’s all oddly smooth like a snake!”
“HEY!” He yanked them out of her grip. “They cut off our thumbs as part of becoming Tallest! There’s a whole ceremony but you get this lovely ice cream after and-wait, why am I telling you all this? I’m ordering you to get off my ship right now!”
“C’monnn. You can’t tell me what to do.” Emilee giggled, giving him a playful grin.
“Oh, I CAN’T, can I?” Tallest Red said angrily. “Well just you wait, I’ll order security to-”
BUUUHHHRRRAAAAAPP!
A loud, raucously huge burp rang out from Tallest Red’s mouth, some faint powdered sugar wafting in the air as Emilee wafted her hand in front of her face, letting out a “BLECH”. “Ew, dude, gross. Your mouth smells like a bad candy store.”
That was when Tallest Red’s stomach grumbled loudly, denied of the taste of more sugary treats…and he got his idea. He grinned evilly, his clawed hands taking hold of her shoulders as Emilee blinked in surprise…
And then his maw engulfed her head with a wet GROMPLGH. “EEEK!” Emilee cried out, her cries muffled by the cocoon of flesh around her! Red enjoyed his meal greatly, running his tongue all over her face, lathering and licking over her. Mmmmm. Tasty. Creamy too. Not a bad meal, quite a savory morsel indeed. Maybe he should find more humans to eat. He ignored the screaming and shouting from deep inside him, which just sent pleasant little vibrations through his body.
He tilted his head back to begin swallowing her down more easily, allowing gravity to aid him in devouring the demi-human down. A shame her chest was covered by the clothes, he would have liked to savor more of her flesh, but he could enjoy how full his jaws were of tasty human meat all the same. GLRRGGH-SCHHLLGGH-GLORGGGH. More and more gulping and soon her chest had vanished into his maw, her form freakishly bulging out his chest and his stomach.
She was filling him up QUITE nicely, Red moaning eagerly, erotically, loving every bit of this meal as he kept swallowing powerfully. Soon her belly was entering his maw, and with some more gulps, all that remained were two legs wiggling comically in the air as the alien’s mouth spread open even wider to accommodate these massive lumps of flesh. Tallest Red let out a hum of satisfaction as he swallowed Emilee fully down, his gut now good and full.
He rubbed over his bulging stomach with pride, loving the useless squirmings from Emilee within, savoring how FULL he felt as he let loose a big, immense BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRP of pleasure, licking the last bits of her flavor from his jaws. “Mmmmmmm. So delicious. NOBODY should be this delicious!” He proclaimed, his gut churning eagerly over his squirming-uselessly prey, loud wet noises ringing through the air.
GHLLRRGGHBB-SCHLRRRRRH-GLLOORRBBB. He kept patting and rubbing over his drum of a gut, feeling proud and full as he then let loose another UUUUUUURP of a belch, smiling eagerly and heading off to his room to relax. “Oh yes, keep squirming…” He murmured, feeling Emilee uselessly thrashing about in his gut, looking quite pleased. “So nice. BUUUUUURP. Soooo nice. Oh, I’ve GOT to get Purple in on this…” He proclaimed, his belly continuing to work over the poor, helpless demi-human, loud wet noises filling the hallway as he dreamed of eating SO many more of this tasty race…
Sni-p, featuring Tallest Red enjoying a tasty demi-human that just happens to pop up on his ship! A nice, simple story, and I hope you all enjoy it.Tallest Red did NOT want to be interrupted. The faintly insect-esque, green-skinned, tall alien leader of the “Irken Empire” had only two plans for today…gorging himself on “Pixie Stix” candy and some laser tag with Purple later on one of the Massive’s many wings in the southern section of the enormous flagship of their fleet. He’d had a WEEK of having to put up with irritating requests and attacks on the fleet from the “Resisty”, that stupid resistance group that was fighting against their empire, and then there was Zim.
ZIIIIIM.
The black antennae atop Tallest Red’s head flattened as he scowled at the thought of the small, filthy little defective. Zim had thought to curry favor with Tallest Red and Tallest Purple by teleporting in “gifts”. But the gifts were all…ALL painful or irritating.
Zim sent over candy? It made them grow beards.
Zim sent over little statues of the Tallest? The statues went ALIVE and tried to take over the Massive.
Zim sent over fancy schloorgh steak dinners? The meat went right to their thighs.
And then they blew up. It was aggravating.
So now Red just wanted to be ALONE. And alone with Purple later on, relaxing and enjoying laser tag, and playing “Whack A Zim”. A game involving taking a hammer and whacking the SHIT out of little Zim puppets that popped up. That was a cathartic experience. He smiled to himself, finishing up the Pixie Stix candy he had before mentally ordering his PAK to pop out some more.
His PAK was a kind of computerized backpack, put upon the backs of ALL Irkens that held every Irken’s personality, brain, a huge swath of technology. A new bag of Pixie Stix popped out and Red caught it in his two-digited, clawed, gauntleted hands as he began to rip it open, and to dip the little chalky “stick” of the candy into the powdered sugar so he could slurp it off.
But before he could take another lick of “Bubblegum Blast”…
KRA-THROOOOM!
A thunderous roar and a portal swirled and hissed, opening up before Red’s eyes as he stared in shock at what was, without a doubt, a human of some kind. And a female from the looks of it, too. Though…an unusual one. She had green, almost draconic wings, a green patch over her left eye, which, though green as well, was of a more reptilian shade than the other eye, and with a slit pupil. She had faint fangs visible in her mouth, a slightly pointed nose, flowing brown locks that went down to her shoulders, a few bangs flopping across her face, and she was wearing a dark black shirt with pants to match…
And a tail. A distinctly reptilian tail was snaking out from her back as Tallest Red stared at her, astounded.
“What in the…” She muttered, looking Red over…who’d tragically dropped his “Pixie Stix” candy on the floor, his mouth agape as he looked this demi-human being over. “Who’re you?”
“Who am I?! This is MY ship! I’m Tallest Red of the Irken Empire! You’ll be answering MY questions!” Red said angrily. “I mean, how did you even get ON the Massive?! We’re lightyears from your planet, human!”
The human looked around, slightly confused. “Sorry.” She said innocently, giving a shrug. “No clue. I was just working on some magic spells to try and give me a more appealing figure to other people and…poof! Here I am!”
“…magic…spells?” Tallest Red looked her over, an invisible eyebrow raised. “Oh really. Just…great! Just great. Well magic yourself OUT of here immediately! Get lost, human!”
“My NAME’S Emilee, thank you very much. I’m not calling you “Irken”, am I?” Emilee inquired as Tallest Red turned a bit red in the face with irritation.
“H-Hey! I’M in charge here. You have to do what I say!”
“No I don’t. I don’t work for you.” Emilee remarked with a snarky grin. “With all due respect, I can do whatever I feel like on this ship. And BTW, if you want to be intimidating…don’t wear a dress.” She added, pointing at the lower attire he had. The Tallest didn’t have a traditional appearance. Their chest armor was round, suspended up on a slender stomach that was very slim indeed, more ropelike and stretchy than normal, with the lower body and legs covered by a kind of…well…
“This is a Tallet’s robe!” Red protested.
“Isn’t a robe like a dress?”
“NO!”
“Yes it is.”
Red was now VERY red in the face. “Now, you look here-” He said, pointing at her as Emilee then grabbed hold of his clawed two-digited hands.
“Oooh, why do you only have two fingers? Must be hard to hold things.” She remarked. “Oooh, your skin’s all oddly smooth like a snake!”
“HEY!” He yanked them out of her grip. “They cut off our thumbs as part of becoming Tallest! There’s a whole ceremony but you get this lovely ice cream after and-wait, why am I telling you all this? I’m ordering you to get off my ship right now!”
“C’monnn. You can’t tell me what to do.” Emilee giggled, giving him a playful grin.
“Oh, I CAN’T, can I?” Tallest Red said angrily. “Well just you wait, I’ll order security to-”
BUUUHHHRRRAAAAAPP!
A loud, raucously huge burp rang out from Tallest Red’s mouth, some faint powdered sugar wafting in the air as Emilee wafted her hand in front of her face, letting out a “BLECH”. “Ew, dude, gross. Your mouth smells like a bad candy store.”
That was when Tallest Red’s stomach grumbled loudly, denied of the taste of more sugary treats…and he got his idea. He grinned evilly, his clawed hands taking hold of her shoulders as Emilee blinked in surprise…
And then his maw engulfed her head with a wet GROMPLGH. “EEEK!” Emilee cried out, her cries muffled by the cocoon of flesh around her! Red enjoyed his meal greatly, running his tongue all over her face, lathering and licking over her. Mmmmm. Tasty. Creamy too. Not a bad meal, quite a savory morsel indeed. Maybe he should find more humans to eat. He ignored the screaming and shouting from deep inside him, which just sent pleasant little vibrations through his body.
He tilted his head back to begin swallowing her down more easily, allowing gravity to aid him in devouring the demi-human down. A shame her chest was covered by the clothes, he would have liked to savor more of her flesh, but he could enjoy how full his jaws were of tasty human meat all the same. GLRRGGH-SCHHLLGGH-GLORGGGH. More and more gulping and soon her chest had vanished into his maw, her form freakishly bulging out his chest and his stomach.
She was filling him up QUITE nicely, Red moaning eagerly, erotically, loving every bit of this meal as he kept swallowing powerfully. Soon her belly was entering his maw, and with some more gulps, all that remained were two legs wiggling comically in the air as the alien’s mouth spread open even wider to accommodate these massive lumps of flesh. Tallest Red let out a hum of satisfaction as he swallowed Emilee fully down, his gut now good and full.
He rubbed over his bulging stomach with pride, loving the useless squirmings from Emilee within, savoring how FULL he felt as he let loose a big, immense BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRP of pleasure, licking the last bits of her flavor from his jaws. “Mmmmmmm. So delicious. NOBODY should be this delicious!” He proclaimed, his gut churning eagerly over his squirming-uselessly prey, loud wet noises ringing through the air.
GHLLRRGGHBB-SCHLRRRRRH-GLLOORRBBB. He kept patting and rubbing over his drum of a gut, feeling proud and full as he then let loose another UUUUUUURP of a belch, smiling eagerly and heading off to his room to relax. “Oh yes, keep squirming…” He murmured, feeling Emilee uselessly thrashing about in his gut, looking quite pleased. “So nice. BUUUUUURP. Soooo nice. Oh, I’ve GOT to get Purple in on this…” He proclaimed, his belly continuing to work over the poor, helpless demi-human, loud wet noises filling the hallway as he dreamed of eating SO many more of this tasty race…
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