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This is a modified piece of art I won in a contest held by the talented 
damienfox. If you want to see the original, unmodified image, please click here to give the original artist some much deserved attention! Now to the regularly scheduled vore short!
Now enjoy a story while you're at it.
"You're Really going to let me do it!?" exclaimed the meerkat with entirely unrestrained enthusiasm. He'd been bothering Avereth the hyena for who knows how long now to do it.
The spotted hyena groaned, immediately regretting even deigning to make the concession to his friend. He knew quite well that the meerkat was not kidding in the slightest about this. Not after years of having the smaller creature's head pressed tightly against his stomach when it was growling to listen intently, or all the times he'd rubbed his face against it when it was swollen with food, massaging the hyena's stretched contours thoroughly with his nimble paws. There was certainly no room for doubt about it when Jeremy had even gone so far as to groom through the fur with his tongue and fixated on the hyena's navel. He'd taken a long time to progress from the constant joking about the hyena eating him up to all the activities which Avereth allowed to meerkat to engage in that happened to involve its distinct interest in the hyena himself.
"I still don't get why you would want to go in there Jeremy. It makes me nervous... I worry about you, you know?" He waited a moment for Jeremy to tilt his head quizzically at the out of character admittance of the hyena before continuing. "No homo, bro." That sarcasm got a laugh out of the meerkat.
"How about you stop worrying about it and think about how awesome it would be." said the meerkat as his tail twitched back and forth in excitement. That got a roll of the eyes from the skeptical hyena. It was always a good bit of work to get him to come out of his shell, but Jeremy's energetic personality and constant confidence were infective and he always got his way with the hyena sooner or later. He couldn't stop grinning now that he'd gotten Avereth to agree to the idea because he knew that he'd be able to talk him into it no matter what objections he raised. It had become an interesting game to him to wear down the hyena's defenses until he gave in, but he could almost swear it might be the hyena toying with him in his own obscure, psychological manner - decision already made a long time before he made the meerkat work for whatever it was he wanted at the moment.
"How about you get ready Mr. Meerkittykat. I'm definitely not getting those dry clothes of yours caught in my mouth or gagging on your fur. You should like, get on some swimming trunks or something." He winked as he continued. "I'm not breaking brotocol by eating you naked. You should shower too. You need to be wet for this, and you're probably filthy anyway you little bug eating dirt digger." Jeremy was about to respond with a retort of his own but the hyena shook his head and pointedly jerked his head towards one of the doors out of the room. "You'd better go before I change my mind man."
Jeremy took off like the wind at that point and it wasn't too long later when he came dashing back wearing a pair of teal swimming trunks patterned with palm trees and sharks. He was dripping water all over the floor too as it worked its way down his laden fur.
"Welcome back; you look like a soggy rat kind of." He got sprayed with droplets of water flicked by the meerkat's tail for that insult and just laughed. "You're sure there's no way of talking you out of this?" The meerkat just grinned and shook his head smugly, placing his paws on his hips. "You know this thing can dissolve bones right? It's not very meat friendly." He pointed at his slim stomach for emphasis.
Jeremy laughed. "That just makes it more exciting!"
Avereth acted like he was pouting. "Maybe I won't let you out. Didn't think about that, did you smartypants! You'd make an easy yenasnack!" He poked Jeremy in the chest.
The meerkat leaned in close and grabbed Avereth's blunt muzzle, pulling his lips up to reveal the rows of sharp ivory white teeth hidden behind them. He made imitated hyena growling noises while turning Avereth's head back and forth. "Yeah, soooo vicious!" He let his lips fall back over his teeth and moved his paw to rub under the hyena's chin and neck instead, finding one of his weak spots and causing him to moan out while tilting his head back and slumping.
The meerkat moved down to rubbing the hyena's stomach, pressing his ear against it as well. Avereth simply watched him, knowing that when Jeremy fixated like this there was really no point in interrupting him. His stomach took that moment to decide to growl though, and Jeremy's face took on the same childlike look of fascination it always did when he was listening to the hyena's body like this.
"You never do eat enough, no matter how many times I tell you that you should be eating more. You're probably the skinniest hyena in the world!" He poked Avereth's stomach and was rewarded with another deep growl from within. He switched from listening to burying his nose in the soft fur's warmth, inhaling deeply to take in the hyena's scent there. He continued to move his paws in relaxing patterns over the sides of the belly, though the motion was also agitating his empty stomach into growling more.
The meerkat was slowly working how way down, Avereth knowing what he was working towards quite well by this point. The warm gusts of exhaled air from his mouth began wafting over his belly button and soon the meerkat was gently nibbling and licking at the skin there. The hyena shuddered at the sensation of the meerkat sucking and pulling at his navel. He completely relaxed his body back on the chair he was sitting on, letting the half kneeling meerkat lean onto him as he rested his head back and just let Jeremy have his way with his stomach.
He was feeling thoroughly relaxed by the time the meerkat was satisfied and pulled his head back up to look down at Jeremy, who was quietly gazing back at him.
"Please?"
It was only one word. A single word that carried seemingly all the hope in the world. A word edged in volumes of uncertainty and desperation. A gaze that begged in a way no number of words could encompass. He couldn't let his self centered feelings on the matter remain relevant any longer. It was clear Jeremy may have wanted this more than anything else he'd ever wanted in his life up until now.
"Okay...you win. I'll eat you." He ran a paw over Jeremy's damp head. The meerkat wrapped his arms around the hyena tightly and buried his head against his chest, eyes closed in bliss as he rubbed his face into the fur.
Jeremy finally disengaged himself and seemed to think for a moment. "I think the best way to do this is if I face away from you. That way my legs can bend easier. It has to be headfirst because that's how I want to experience it." He started to rub under the hyena's chin again. "I've always had a curiosity about predator's mouths. There's just something about all those teeth...so inviting!" His rubbing had subtlely shifted to the sides of the jaw, and he suddenly pulled Avereth's mouth open. The move caught the hyena by surprise, but he didn't opt to do anything about it as Jeremy gazed with powerful intensely in wonder at the pulsing flesh within the hyena's mouth and admired the meat rending teeth arrayed before him.
Jeremy shivered as a deep buried visceral fear rippled through his body. Instead of fighting it he let it envelop him, reveling in the feeling as it traveled through him and embracing it. He let go of Avereth's muzzle and turned around, leaning himself against the hyena's side and craning his head up to look at him.
"Come on then. Eat me like the predator you are. I want to be overpowered and swallowed down an inescapable abyss of hunger. I want to feel your stomach all around me, and know that such a place would reduce my body to nothing more than energy to fuel your powerful form."
There didn't seem to be anything for him to say at this point. Jeremy had communicated what he wanted in such clear terms that had they not been in the trusting bond right now that he allowed between them so rarely it would have driven him off. He wrapped his arms around the meerkat's arms and chest and just held him to himself for a moment, stroking through the meerkat's chest fluff. He could feel a slight shiver that wasn't likely due to the chill of the drying water in his fur. Whether it was from fear or pleasure he didn't know.
Avereth let his paws drift lower to the soft flesh of the meerkat's slim belly, feeling over the light musculature and briefly teasing down into the bottom of his navel and rubbing circles against its bottom. Finally he put his paws back around Jeremy's shoulders and began to lift him carefully up towards his mouth. He could see the meerkat's tail twitching in what appeared to be excitement. No going back, then... He opened his mouth and Jeremy's head disappeared inside.
The meerkat felt jolts of primal fear go riveting through his nerves and his vision become nothing but a horizon on each side of teeth and a sky of ridged flesh within Avereth's mouth. Hot, humid air wafted over his face and he could feel the hyena's tongue pressing against the back of his head. As his head neared the throat he closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath as his heart raced, imagining he was one of his African ancestors and that he was helpless against a tribal hyena who had captured him and saw him as nothing but food to be swallowed down and forgotten.
He felt and heard the yielding flesh of the throat as it worked over his head, the sounds of the hyena's shifting in the chair drowned away by nothing but the sound of gusting air breathed past him and the wet, organic bodily noises as the throat squelched and sucked at him from all around drawing him towards the predator's stomach. He couldn't believe it! He was really being dragged down towards a carnivore's stomach! He felt what he knew must by Avereth's hand caressing his face through the stretched flesh.
Avereth stoked his neck fur half in wonder, half because some part of him wanted to try to reassure the meerkat lodged in his throat. All too soon Jeremy's head was drawn into the depths of his chest, squeezed by a protesting ribcage tightly as his mouth took in the meerkat's chest. He couldn't help but take advantage of the meerkat's position by caressing his paw over its belly almost possessively.
Jeremy felt the difference when his head entered into the hyena's chest as the tightness increased greatly. He could hear the predator's lungs expanding with each breath of air past him now, and soon the heartbeat was hammering all around him so strongly he could feel it throughout every part of him inside the chest. The sensation of sliding downwards on his back with his arms pinned in the hyena's mouth started to make him feel panicky, but the feel of Avereth's paw massaging over his stomach outside relaxed him.
It took Avereth a lot of work to manage it, but he managed to press Jeremy's chest into his throat, his wide spread mouth readily accepting more and more of the meerkat's arms and the chest slipped inward. Once the widest part had entered things went much more easily, as the chest was a meerkat's widest part and now that it was held inside his powerful throat muscles had the leverage to pull the rest of him down. This was fortunate since it was at this point he stopped being able to freely breathe.
Avereth hurriedly took heavy gulps, his swollen throat convulsively constricting around Jeremy's body and pulling it down in sudden lurches. The meerkat had only a short time to realize he could hear the growls of the predator's stomach before he was suddenly thrust into it, his head pressing into soft and yielding flesh that pulsed against his face and emitted groaning noises as air was displaced around his head pressing into the muscles.
Avereth felt it as Jeremy entered his stomach, but was preoccupied with swallowing still. One paw found the time to feel the heavy bulge caused by the head pushing against the side of his previously empty belly. The meerkat's thin belly quickly drained down the hyena's throat and as the swimming trunks started to go down he managed to breathe again.
Jeremy was having difficulty repositioning himself in the stomach as more and more of him entered. The walls were far too slippery to get a grip on and the more he wriggled the more they seemed to be secreting a thick mucus that just made things even more complicated. As his belly began sliding in the inertia pushed him up against the wall even harder. He finally became fed up with the back bending position and managed to squirm until he flipped himself over so his back rested against the outer stomach wall.
Avereth felt the odd sensations as the meerkat turned around inside of him, and could feel and see the contours of the meerkat's back bloating out against his swollen stomach. Every movement the meerkat made cause innumerable groans and gurgles to be emitted. The hunger he had been feeling earlier was completely nonexistent, replaced by an instinctive satisfaction at the gorged feeling his stomach was experiencing. The skin and muscle stretched so readily to hold his stomach's bounty and it felt completely natural for it to hold so much. Soon there was nothing left sticking out of his mouth but an excitedly twitching tail.
The meerkat inside of him was reveling in the feeling of being overpowered by the hyena's belly. The now much fuller stomach was tight against him and made anything more than twitches and tiny movement too difficult to sustain long. He had no doubt that were he to try to fight as hard as he could he would simply exhaust himself and be left helpless before the digestive actions of the stomach. Every once in a while the entire organ would constrict tightly against him and grind its lining over his form. It was one of the most intimate things he had ever experienced. Jeremy had a huge grin on his face as he relaxed and imagined his ancestral self exhausted and giving up in defeat knowing the stomach was going to digest him and make him a part of the hyena hunter that had captured him.
Avereth couldn't believe the size of his stomach right now. He'd finally gotten all of the meerkat into himself and his belly bloated obscenely with his friend's entrapped form. He could even make out indistinct features that told him exactly how his friend was resting and whenever he moved around within. He could feel every shift, every curious exploration of the meerkat's paw or tongue within, and every time his stomach squeezed against the meerkat working digestive enzymes into his fur.
He rested on his back on the chair caressing his distended and gurgling abdomen. How he wanted to close his eyes and relax, his body telling him to let nature take its course. He knew he couldn't do that though, knowing what his stomach was capable of doing to Jeremy's body if allowed to continue its ruthless assault against him for long enough. He's have to let out the meerkat from the depths of his digestive tract sooner or later, but for now he let himself imagine that he was going to make him a part of him forever...
Whew! Finally finished editing something to put up! I've been quite busy lately; sorry for not uploading anything in so long! There's a bunch more stuff I still need to work on, but for now enjoy this insomnia produced work. I took what Damienfox had made and worked on adding some shading and fuzzy fur fluff. I even went so far as making the carpet fuzzy! :P
I went waaaay out on a limb by trying to draw a meerkat face in a stomach. I am not really happy with it but am going to call it a success. All of this was done using Gimp, as usual.
Enjoy the quickie story I thought up to go with it.
Original art is © damienfox
Edits and characters are © me
damienfox. If you want to see the original, unmodified image, please click here to give the original artist some much deserved attention! Now to the regularly scheduled vore short!Now enjoy a story while you're at it.
"You're Really going to let me do it!?" exclaimed the meerkat with entirely unrestrained enthusiasm. He'd been bothering Avereth the hyena for who knows how long now to do it.
The spotted hyena groaned, immediately regretting even deigning to make the concession to his friend. He knew quite well that the meerkat was not kidding in the slightest about this. Not after years of having the smaller creature's head pressed tightly against his stomach when it was growling to listen intently, or all the times he'd rubbed his face against it when it was swollen with food, massaging the hyena's stretched contours thoroughly with his nimble paws. There was certainly no room for doubt about it when Jeremy had even gone so far as to groom through the fur with his tongue and fixated on the hyena's navel. He'd taken a long time to progress from the constant joking about the hyena eating him up to all the activities which Avereth allowed to meerkat to engage in that happened to involve its distinct interest in the hyena himself.
"I still don't get why you would want to go in there Jeremy. It makes me nervous... I worry about you, you know?" He waited a moment for Jeremy to tilt his head quizzically at the out of character admittance of the hyena before continuing. "No homo, bro." That sarcasm got a laugh out of the meerkat.
"How about you stop worrying about it and think about how awesome it would be." said the meerkat as his tail twitched back and forth in excitement. That got a roll of the eyes from the skeptical hyena. It was always a good bit of work to get him to come out of his shell, but Jeremy's energetic personality and constant confidence were infective and he always got his way with the hyena sooner or later. He couldn't stop grinning now that he'd gotten Avereth to agree to the idea because he knew that he'd be able to talk him into it no matter what objections he raised. It had become an interesting game to him to wear down the hyena's defenses until he gave in, but he could almost swear it might be the hyena toying with him in his own obscure, psychological manner - decision already made a long time before he made the meerkat work for whatever it was he wanted at the moment.
"How about you get ready Mr. Meerkittykat. I'm definitely not getting those dry clothes of yours caught in my mouth or gagging on your fur. You should like, get on some swimming trunks or something." He winked as he continued. "I'm not breaking brotocol by eating you naked. You should shower too. You need to be wet for this, and you're probably filthy anyway you little bug eating dirt digger." Jeremy was about to respond with a retort of his own but the hyena shook his head and pointedly jerked his head towards one of the doors out of the room. "You'd better go before I change my mind man."
Jeremy took off like the wind at that point and it wasn't too long later when he came dashing back wearing a pair of teal swimming trunks patterned with palm trees and sharks. He was dripping water all over the floor too as it worked its way down his laden fur.
"Welcome back; you look like a soggy rat kind of." He got sprayed with droplets of water flicked by the meerkat's tail for that insult and just laughed. "You're sure there's no way of talking you out of this?" The meerkat just grinned and shook his head smugly, placing his paws on his hips. "You know this thing can dissolve bones right? It's not very meat friendly." He pointed at his slim stomach for emphasis.
Jeremy laughed. "That just makes it more exciting!"
Avereth acted like he was pouting. "Maybe I won't let you out. Didn't think about that, did you smartypants! You'd make an easy yenasnack!" He poked Jeremy in the chest.
The meerkat leaned in close and grabbed Avereth's blunt muzzle, pulling his lips up to reveal the rows of sharp ivory white teeth hidden behind them. He made imitated hyena growling noises while turning Avereth's head back and forth. "Yeah, soooo vicious!" He let his lips fall back over his teeth and moved his paw to rub under the hyena's chin and neck instead, finding one of his weak spots and causing him to moan out while tilting his head back and slumping.
The meerkat moved down to rubbing the hyena's stomach, pressing his ear against it as well. Avereth simply watched him, knowing that when Jeremy fixated like this there was really no point in interrupting him. His stomach took that moment to decide to growl though, and Jeremy's face took on the same childlike look of fascination it always did when he was listening to the hyena's body like this.
"You never do eat enough, no matter how many times I tell you that you should be eating more. You're probably the skinniest hyena in the world!" He poked Avereth's stomach and was rewarded with another deep growl from within. He switched from listening to burying his nose in the soft fur's warmth, inhaling deeply to take in the hyena's scent there. He continued to move his paws in relaxing patterns over the sides of the belly, though the motion was also agitating his empty stomach into growling more.
The meerkat was slowly working how way down, Avereth knowing what he was working towards quite well by this point. The warm gusts of exhaled air from his mouth began wafting over his belly button and soon the meerkat was gently nibbling and licking at the skin there. The hyena shuddered at the sensation of the meerkat sucking and pulling at his navel. He completely relaxed his body back on the chair he was sitting on, letting the half kneeling meerkat lean onto him as he rested his head back and just let Jeremy have his way with his stomach.
He was feeling thoroughly relaxed by the time the meerkat was satisfied and pulled his head back up to look down at Jeremy, who was quietly gazing back at him.
"Please?"
It was only one word. A single word that carried seemingly all the hope in the world. A word edged in volumes of uncertainty and desperation. A gaze that begged in a way no number of words could encompass. He couldn't let his self centered feelings on the matter remain relevant any longer. It was clear Jeremy may have wanted this more than anything else he'd ever wanted in his life up until now.
"Okay...you win. I'll eat you." He ran a paw over Jeremy's damp head. The meerkat wrapped his arms around the hyena tightly and buried his head against his chest, eyes closed in bliss as he rubbed his face into the fur.
Jeremy finally disengaged himself and seemed to think for a moment. "I think the best way to do this is if I face away from you. That way my legs can bend easier. It has to be headfirst because that's how I want to experience it." He started to rub under the hyena's chin again. "I've always had a curiosity about predator's mouths. There's just something about all those teeth...so inviting!" His rubbing had subtlely shifted to the sides of the jaw, and he suddenly pulled Avereth's mouth open. The move caught the hyena by surprise, but he didn't opt to do anything about it as Jeremy gazed with powerful intensely in wonder at the pulsing flesh within the hyena's mouth and admired the meat rending teeth arrayed before him.
Jeremy shivered as a deep buried visceral fear rippled through his body. Instead of fighting it he let it envelop him, reveling in the feeling as it traveled through him and embracing it. He let go of Avereth's muzzle and turned around, leaning himself against the hyena's side and craning his head up to look at him.
"Come on then. Eat me like the predator you are. I want to be overpowered and swallowed down an inescapable abyss of hunger. I want to feel your stomach all around me, and know that such a place would reduce my body to nothing more than energy to fuel your powerful form."
There didn't seem to be anything for him to say at this point. Jeremy had communicated what he wanted in such clear terms that had they not been in the trusting bond right now that he allowed between them so rarely it would have driven him off. He wrapped his arms around the meerkat's arms and chest and just held him to himself for a moment, stroking through the meerkat's chest fluff. He could feel a slight shiver that wasn't likely due to the chill of the drying water in his fur. Whether it was from fear or pleasure he didn't know.
Avereth let his paws drift lower to the soft flesh of the meerkat's slim belly, feeling over the light musculature and briefly teasing down into the bottom of his navel and rubbing circles against its bottom. Finally he put his paws back around Jeremy's shoulders and began to lift him carefully up towards his mouth. He could see the meerkat's tail twitching in what appeared to be excitement. No going back, then... He opened his mouth and Jeremy's head disappeared inside.
The meerkat felt jolts of primal fear go riveting through his nerves and his vision become nothing but a horizon on each side of teeth and a sky of ridged flesh within Avereth's mouth. Hot, humid air wafted over his face and he could feel the hyena's tongue pressing against the back of his head. As his head neared the throat he closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath as his heart raced, imagining he was one of his African ancestors and that he was helpless against a tribal hyena who had captured him and saw him as nothing but food to be swallowed down and forgotten.
He felt and heard the yielding flesh of the throat as it worked over his head, the sounds of the hyena's shifting in the chair drowned away by nothing but the sound of gusting air breathed past him and the wet, organic bodily noises as the throat squelched and sucked at him from all around drawing him towards the predator's stomach. He couldn't believe it! He was really being dragged down towards a carnivore's stomach! He felt what he knew must by Avereth's hand caressing his face through the stretched flesh.
Avereth stoked his neck fur half in wonder, half because some part of him wanted to try to reassure the meerkat lodged in his throat. All too soon Jeremy's head was drawn into the depths of his chest, squeezed by a protesting ribcage tightly as his mouth took in the meerkat's chest. He couldn't help but take advantage of the meerkat's position by caressing his paw over its belly almost possessively.
Jeremy felt the difference when his head entered into the hyena's chest as the tightness increased greatly. He could hear the predator's lungs expanding with each breath of air past him now, and soon the heartbeat was hammering all around him so strongly he could feel it throughout every part of him inside the chest. The sensation of sliding downwards on his back with his arms pinned in the hyena's mouth started to make him feel panicky, but the feel of Avereth's paw massaging over his stomach outside relaxed him.
It took Avereth a lot of work to manage it, but he managed to press Jeremy's chest into his throat, his wide spread mouth readily accepting more and more of the meerkat's arms and the chest slipped inward. Once the widest part had entered things went much more easily, as the chest was a meerkat's widest part and now that it was held inside his powerful throat muscles had the leverage to pull the rest of him down. This was fortunate since it was at this point he stopped being able to freely breathe.
Avereth hurriedly took heavy gulps, his swollen throat convulsively constricting around Jeremy's body and pulling it down in sudden lurches. The meerkat had only a short time to realize he could hear the growls of the predator's stomach before he was suddenly thrust into it, his head pressing into soft and yielding flesh that pulsed against his face and emitted groaning noises as air was displaced around his head pressing into the muscles.
Avereth felt it as Jeremy entered his stomach, but was preoccupied with swallowing still. One paw found the time to feel the heavy bulge caused by the head pushing against the side of his previously empty belly. The meerkat's thin belly quickly drained down the hyena's throat and as the swimming trunks started to go down he managed to breathe again.
Jeremy was having difficulty repositioning himself in the stomach as more and more of him entered. The walls were far too slippery to get a grip on and the more he wriggled the more they seemed to be secreting a thick mucus that just made things even more complicated. As his belly began sliding in the inertia pushed him up against the wall even harder. He finally became fed up with the back bending position and managed to squirm until he flipped himself over so his back rested against the outer stomach wall.
Avereth felt the odd sensations as the meerkat turned around inside of him, and could feel and see the contours of the meerkat's back bloating out against his swollen stomach. Every movement the meerkat made cause innumerable groans and gurgles to be emitted. The hunger he had been feeling earlier was completely nonexistent, replaced by an instinctive satisfaction at the gorged feeling his stomach was experiencing. The skin and muscle stretched so readily to hold his stomach's bounty and it felt completely natural for it to hold so much. Soon there was nothing left sticking out of his mouth but an excitedly twitching tail.
The meerkat inside of him was reveling in the feeling of being overpowered by the hyena's belly. The now much fuller stomach was tight against him and made anything more than twitches and tiny movement too difficult to sustain long. He had no doubt that were he to try to fight as hard as he could he would simply exhaust himself and be left helpless before the digestive actions of the stomach. Every once in a while the entire organ would constrict tightly against him and grind its lining over his form. It was one of the most intimate things he had ever experienced. Jeremy had a huge grin on his face as he relaxed and imagined his ancestral self exhausted and giving up in defeat knowing the stomach was going to digest him and make him a part of the hyena hunter that had captured him.
Avereth couldn't believe the size of his stomach right now. He'd finally gotten all of the meerkat into himself and his belly bloated obscenely with his friend's entrapped form. He could even make out indistinct features that told him exactly how his friend was resting and whenever he moved around within. He could feel every shift, every curious exploration of the meerkat's paw or tongue within, and every time his stomach squeezed against the meerkat working digestive enzymes into his fur.
He rested on his back on the chair caressing his distended and gurgling abdomen. How he wanted to close his eyes and relax, his body telling him to let nature take its course. He knew he couldn't do that though, knowing what his stomach was capable of doing to Jeremy's body if allowed to continue its ruthless assault against him for long enough. He's have to let out the meerkat from the depths of his digestive tract sooner or later, but for now he let himself imagine that he was going to make him a part of him forever...
Whew! Finally finished editing something to put up! I've been quite busy lately; sorry for not uploading anything in so long! There's a bunch more stuff I still need to work on, but for now enjoy this insomnia produced work. I took what Damienfox had made and worked on adding some shading and fuzzy fur fluff. I even went so far as making the carpet fuzzy! :P
I went waaaay out on a limb by trying to draw a meerkat face in a stomach. I am not really happy with it but am going to call it a success. All of this was done using Gimp, as usual.
Enjoy the quickie story I thought up to go with it.
Original art is ©
damienfoxEdits and characters are © me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Hyena
Size 875 x 696px
File Size 380.6 kB
Ha! Your thumbnail had me wondering if I should be looking for pods under the desk.
Cute story - but I like any tale involving Avereth swallowing someone. :3
You did a nice job on fuzzing up the drawing, although I have mixed feelings about art being modified.
Good to see you doing stuff! :3
Cute story - but I like any tale involving Avereth swallowing someone. :3
You did a nice job on fuzzing up the drawing, although I have mixed feelings about art being modified.
Good to see you doing stuff! :3
I am amused just how misleading the thumbnail actually is when combined with the title. >:3
I'm not sure how long that story took me, probably around an hour. I need to write more before I lose my touch! D:
I can understand mixed feelings about art modification. I only do it if I think I can do something that improves it in some minor way. I really do like drawing; and since line art just isn't my thing I only really get chances with stuff like this. The only other application I could ever consider would be if someone was releasing drawing under the Creative Commons License, but you don't see that very often.
Glad to provide more vore. :P
I'm not sure how long that story took me, probably around an hour. I need to write more before I lose my touch! D:
I can understand mixed feelings about art modification. I only do it if I think I can do something that improves it in some minor way. I really do like drawing; and since line art just isn't my thing I only really get chances with stuff like this. The only other application I could ever consider would be if someone was releasing drawing under the Creative Commons License, but you don't see that very often.
Glad to provide more vore. :P
My icon -> http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4962022/
I actually had been thinking of using Creative Commons should I ever actually upload any of the sketches I've done, though I haven't decided which one.
I actually had been thinking of using Creative Commons should I ever actually upload any of the sketches I've done, though I haven't decided which one.
Bwahaha, Jeremy has become such a delicious muse, hasn't he? X3 This fits way too well, and boy oh boy does it looks great! I check the original, but your editing takes it to a whole new level, especially considering you added a navel which should have been present to begin with. XD Jeremy looks like he has a Conker style grin on his face right there.
The story is another thing entirely... You haven't lost your edge, my spotted roomie. A writer is you!
The story is another thing entirely... You haven't lost your edge, my spotted roomie. A writer is you!
One of the things I find interesting in writing is having to deal with the constraints of keeping things more realistic. I've found that solving everything with simple magic over and over often takes the fun out of having some variety in my literature. In some settings I do magic doesn't exist, and there's no scientific free pass either. There's also the plain fact that from the prey angle sometimes what I'm looking for is the terrifying thrill of knowing there's no way out of what's going to happen. I did a story recently with willing prey in such a situation and having him come back would have completely dismantled the whole premise of the story. Ultimately one of the biggest draws for others to some of my writing is that I'm not afraid to take it either way depending upon the experience I'm currently looking for in writing the prey's experience. You can get so many different experiences out of the same thing, and I want to explore as many of them as I can both as a writer and as someone who is fascinated with vore and the moral and psychological connotations it entails.
Oh I understand completely. :3
The only reason I had suggested it for this particular scenario is because your character desires to digest his friend, and his friend fantasizes about what his ancestors fates were. But you care too much for your friend to do that to him and in turn he doesn't want to die, at least not for good. So being able to reform him would allow you both to live out your fantasies and still be together.
In others I can understand the thrill from the prey knowing (or at least thinking) they're going to die. It adds a sense of urgency and adrenaline. Although when it becomes overly sadistic and cruel (such as having them live whilst the acid dissolves away their skin / their organs fall out, the predator tormenting them unnecessarily, etc. ) it becomes harder to comprehend how one is attracted/aroused by it.
Then again, many I've talked to who are into fantasizing about being the prey and dying permanently in such a way have turned out to be suicidal in RL and use it as an emotional outlet, so I suppose it serves as a sort of therapy for some, which is good if it helps them to cope and such.
As for those who are aroused from being the predator, who kills the prey permanently, I use to believe such a person would be violent and abusive to others in RL, but I'm actually friends with someone who's into that and is the nicest person you'd ever wanna meet. It's strange how someone can be so kind and gentle in RL, but so cruel and ruthless in fantasy. If it wasn't for people jerking off/diddling themselves to it then I could fully and totally understand it, because then it'd just be like them performing a role in a movie, which is cool and interesting.
But in adding the sexual factor it makes it seem like something more, for lack of a better word, "twisted". Making one wonder "If they could do that in RL.... would they?". The answer is usually (or at least hopefully) no. I've asked that question to those into fatal vore before, asking "If you could vore a person whole, would you only do it if you could bring them back, or would you do it anyways knowing they'd die forever?". Most said "no", which is great, but, to my dismay, I've had three people tell me that they would do it in real life without being able to bring them back, innocent or not. While that's only 3 people, it still makes one wonder how many others feel the same way.
Wow..... sorry about all that writing, my mind got a little carried away with my thoughts, haha. X3
And just so you know, none of it is saying that I don't think you should write certain things, I actually agree with you in that you should cover all bases so as to expand your skills and explore all sorts of outcomes in vore. My brain just decided to give my opinion on the subject of vore itself for some reason, haha.
Buuuuut any who, keep up the good writing.
You're very good with detail and imagery.
The only reason I had suggested it for this particular scenario is because your character desires to digest his friend, and his friend fantasizes about what his ancestors fates were. But you care too much for your friend to do that to him and in turn he doesn't want to die, at least not for good. So being able to reform him would allow you both to live out your fantasies and still be together.
In others I can understand the thrill from the prey knowing (or at least thinking) they're going to die. It adds a sense of urgency and adrenaline. Although when it becomes overly sadistic and cruel (such as having them live whilst the acid dissolves away their skin / their organs fall out, the predator tormenting them unnecessarily, etc. ) it becomes harder to comprehend how one is attracted/aroused by it.
Then again, many I've talked to who are into fantasizing about being the prey and dying permanently in such a way have turned out to be suicidal in RL and use it as an emotional outlet, so I suppose it serves as a sort of therapy for some, which is good if it helps them to cope and such.
As for those who are aroused from being the predator, who kills the prey permanently, I use to believe such a person would be violent and abusive to others in RL, but I'm actually friends with someone who's into that and is the nicest person you'd ever wanna meet. It's strange how someone can be so kind and gentle in RL, but so cruel and ruthless in fantasy. If it wasn't for people jerking off/diddling themselves to it then I could fully and totally understand it, because then it'd just be like them performing a role in a movie, which is cool and interesting.
But in adding the sexual factor it makes it seem like something more, for lack of a better word, "twisted". Making one wonder "If they could do that in RL.... would they?". The answer is usually (or at least hopefully) no. I've asked that question to those into fatal vore before, asking "If you could vore a person whole, would you only do it if you could bring them back, or would you do it anyways knowing they'd die forever?". Most said "no", which is great, but, to my dismay, I've had three people tell me that they would do it in real life without being able to bring them back, innocent or not. While that's only 3 people, it still makes one wonder how many others feel the same way.
Wow..... sorry about all that writing, my mind got a little carried away with my thoughts, haha. X3
And just so you know, none of it is saying that I don't think you should write certain things, I actually agree with you in that you should cover all bases so as to expand your skills and explore all sorts of outcomes in vore. My brain just decided to give my opinion on the subject of vore itself for some reason, haha.
Buuuuut any who, keep up the good writing.
You're very good with detail and imagery.
Ah but if they had magic to do it then it would deprive them of all of the fun of the unending tension doing this creates for them. ;)
I'm well aware of the concerns you have brought up since i enjoy delving deeply into the psychological aspect of my chosen subject, and you actually expressed them quite well. I'll never begrudge someone for making me read a lot. :P
I think in general you'll find that part of what lets someone enjoy these things is the fantasy aspect. It lets you shrug off nearly any moral repercussions because no one is really getting hurt and lets you focus on the things you particularly enjoy. Make the same thing possible in real life and it's just no longer the same romanticized concept where everything is safe and at least externally consensual. If they still want to do it then well...that's not a safe person to be around in any context.
The desire to be prey in situations where the end result is fatal probably is not really attributable to being suicidal though. There's just a lot of furries who are hormonal emotional trainwrecks. As with all fetishes, there's often a distinct dominance/submission connotation to it. And there's little else more dominating than a predator forcing you to supply their needs by eating you. That they keep you alive for a large part of it just allows one to immerse themselves even more deeply into the thrill of it and draw it out longer. Things are always better if you draw it out, and vore is no exception to this rule. The ones who want to draw it out to every last grisly detail want to experience it as much as they possibly can. In a sense it satisfies their desires more if they're given the opportunity to fully express and experience them in a fantasy medium. Tastes may vary but players of prey ultimately want to submit to the predator. Whether they do so willingly or only once digestion has weakened their body to the point there is nothing they can do any more but just let go it all ties to the same underlying principals.
The subject of death in vore is something that holds significant meaning to me and can practically choke me up with overflowing emotions if done right. A willing friend the predator is unsure about eating...having to hunt others to eat to survive...eating someone to spare them from something worse... If there's some form of tragic element I'm completely drawn to it. That's not to say I don't often enjoy more self indulgent aspects of the predator side at times, but generally those times don't involve other roleplayers and they're still just not quite as satisfying as scenarios where there's still a significance to it that the predator is aware of and respects. I ultimately prefer a predator who is practically reverent of his prey and treats it similarly. Respect is not a word you will often hear associated with vore, but for me it is ultimately one of the most important parts of any interaction between predator and prey, and that holds true no matter what is going to happen to the prey. It represents a bond between predator and prey. If the prey knows that a particular predator is not one of the sadistic cruel ones or observes as much, they might at least take solace in knowing that the one who is going to eat them holds no malicious intent and won't try to actively make it horrible for them.
That's the biggest takeaway point I can give you. I prefer there to be some sort of meaning or purpose to death when it comes to vore. Whether it be giving the prey what they ultimately wanted, to feed yourself, or to protect them from something, I vastly prefer all of these to eating for sadistic reasons or because one enjoys their dominance as a predator more than is healthy. The less questionable the predator's motives the better. Even in my pictures where my hyena character is obviously enjoying himself eating meerkat prey, he's still doing it because he needs to eat to survive. If he's getting extra enjoyment out of doing it he can't really be faulted because he had to eat them anyway - and eating a lot at once because it's available is really only natural to do for him too. For me the emotions involved with vore are just as important as the physical aspects. I try to cover all of it equally.
I'm well aware of the concerns you have brought up since i enjoy delving deeply into the psychological aspect of my chosen subject, and you actually expressed them quite well. I'll never begrudge someone for making me read a lot. :P
I think in general you'll find that part of what lets someone enjoy these things is the fantasy aspect. It lets you shrug off nearly any moral repercussions because no one is really getting hurt and lets you focus on the things you particularly enjoy. Make the same thing possible in real life and it's just no longer the same romanticized concept where everything is safe and at least externally consensual. If they still want to do it then well...that's not a safe person to be around in any context.
The desire to be prey in situations where the end result is fatal probably is not really attributable to being suicidal though. There's just a lot of furries who are hormonal emotional trainwrecks. As with all fetishes, there's often a distinct dominance/submission connotation to it. And there's little else more dominating than a predator forcing you to supply their needs by eating you. That they keep you alive for a large part of it just allows one to immerse themselves even more deeply into the thrill of it and draw it out longer. Things are always better if you draw it out, and vore is no exception to this rule. The ones who want to draw it out to every last grisly detail want to experience it as much as they possibly can. In a sense it satisfies their desires more if they're given the opportunity to fully express and experience them in a fantasy medium. Tastes may vary but players of prey ultimately want to submit to the predator. Whether they do so willingly or only once digestion has weakened their body to the point there is nothing they can do any more but just let go it all ties to the same underlying principals.
The subject of death in vore is something that holds significant meaning to me and can practically choke me up with overflowing emotions if done right. A willing friend the predator is unsure about eating...having to hunt others to eat to survive...eating someone to spare them from something worse... If there's some form of tragic element I'm completely drawn to it. That's not to say I don't often enjoy more self indulgent aspects of the predator side at times, but generally those times don't involve other roleplayers and they're still just not quite as satisfying as scenarios where there's still a significance to it that the predator is aware of and respects. I ultimately prefer a predator who is practically reverent of his prey and treats it similarly. Respect is not a word you will often hear associated with vore, but for me it is ultimately one of the most important parts of any interaction between predator and prey, and that holds true no matter what is going to happen to the prey. It represents a bond between predator and prey. If the prey knows that a particular predator is not one of the sadistic cruel ones or observes as much, they might at least take solace in knowing that the one who is going to eat them holds no malicious intent and won't try to actively make it horrible for them.
That's the biggest takeaway point I can give you. I prefer there to be some sort of meaning or purpose to death when it comes to vore. Whether it be giving the prey what they ultimately wanted, to feed yourself, or to protect them from something, I vastly prefer all of these to eating for sadistic reasons or because one enjoys their dominance as a predator more than is healthy. The less questionable the predator's motives the better. Even in my pictures where my hyena character is obviously enjoying himself eating meerkat prey, he's still doing it because he needs to eat to survive. If he's getting extra enjoyment out of doing it he can't really be faulted because he had to eat them anyway - and eating a lot at once because it's available is really only natural to do for him too. For me the emotions involved with vore are just as important as the physical aspects. I try to cover all of it equally.
(Meant to respond a month ago, but kept getting distracted. X3)
Ah but if they had magic to do it then it would deprive them of all of the fun of the unending tension doing this creates for them. ;)
True. Althoooough, in some vore scenarios the prey can only be brought back so many times before their soul becomes too weak to be brought back again. So it'd be like playing a game of rushing runlet. ;3
While other predators have the ability to control their stomach acids, but not reform their prey. So the tension could then come from the possibility of the pred activating his acids, weather by accident or purposely.
If they still want to do it then well...that's not a safe person to be around in any context.
Agreed. The two who told me they would vore people, innocent or not, were N****q (deleted the pic that had the conversation) and T******a (The conversation is on a graveyard sketch where he's devoured a few kids). I mean, if I could vore people or be vored by people in RL, and either magic or technology existed to bring them/myself back, then I'd do it (with their consent of course). But if I were able to do it or could have it done to me, but it only end in the "natural" outcome (perma-death) then the only thing I'd be voring would be stuff like fish and watermelons, haha. Might permavore someone if they're a pedophile, rapist, serial killer, or something like that, but other than that, yeah, I'd be stick'n with fish and other normal foods. Don't even think I'd try to vore a live animal (other than fish) unless it tried to eat/kill me first, probably not even then because hearing and seeing it struggle would make me feel like crap. X3
As with all fetishes, there's often a distinct dominance/submission connotation to it. And there's little else more dominating than a predator forcing you to supply their needs by eating you. That they keep you alive for a large part of it just allows one to immerse themselves even more deeply into the thrill of it and draw it out longer. Things are always better if you draw it out, and vore is no exception to this rule. The ones who want to draw it out to every last grisly detail want to experience it as much as they possibly can. In a sense it satisfies their desires more if they're given the opportunity to fully express and experience them in a fantasy medium. Tastes may vary but players of prey ultimately want to submit to the predator...
I agree with the prey wanting to be dominated by the predator, I feel that myself when I'm the prey. I even understand wanting it to be drawn out. But, with those that wish to fantasize about being digested and aware they're being digested until their body just gives out, how on earth does one find such a hellishly painful and traumatic experience sexually arousing? To imagine themselves still being alive as their flesh melts off and their entrails fall out, feeling it as it happens.
I mean, with me for example, I like being vored because I like the thought of being surrounded by warm, soft, wetness. Being as close to someone as you could ever physically be. Being able to trust someone SO much, that you'd let them swallow you whole, believing that they will bring you back the next day or let you out in time to keep you from harm. To know that they COULD kill you without any real effort, and instead choosing not to, to care or love you enough to bring you back or let you live. I like the thought of falling asleep and then passing out so I can be digested painlessly and provide them nourishment, and still get to be there with them the next day to feel and touch the layer of pudge or muscle I helped create. I suppose I'm just a big softy, hehe.
1.The subject of death in vore is something that holds significant meaning to me and can practically choke me up with overflowing emotions if done right. A willing friend the predator is unsure about eating...having to hunt others to eat to survive...eating someone to spare them from something worse... If there's some form of tragic element I'm completely drawn to it. 2.I ultimately prefer a predator who is practically reverent of his prey and treats it similarly. Respect is not a word you will often hear associated with vore, but for me it is ultimately one of the most important parts of any interaction between predator and prey, and that holds true no matter what is going to happen to the prey. It represents a bond between predator and prey. If the prey knows that a particular predator is not one of the sadistic cruel ones or observes as much, they might at least take solace in knowing that the one who is going to eat them holds no malicious intent and won't try to actively make it horrible for them.
1. The same goes for me. While I won't/refuse to see it in a sexual nature, I can see it in an emotional one. I've been trying to get my butt in gear and write this one flashback sequence for part of my friends story that takes a husky, tormented by his uncontrollable urge to devour/kill people, back through all those he killed.
The first was when he was 8 and he devoured a young doe playing hide and go seek (not my idea, was already mentioned in a previous story).
That and his next couple kills were observed by his parents, who were teaching him how to hunt and dispose of his prey.
Later he devoured bullies in school.
Around 12 though, he had a friend who was dying of cancer, who was in incredible pain and agony, the chemo causing his fur to fall out and his body ache constantly. He had known about the husky's diet (on average he killed about 1-2 a year), one of the bullies having been his former tormentor, and asked the husky to devour him, so that they would be together forever. At first the husky refused, but as his friends pain and suffering grew, so withered the husky's will to keep from giving his friend his wish, inevitably ending in him sneaking into the hospital one night and devouring him after they said their final goodbyes. That moment changed him and caused him to only target those who truly deserved to be devoured.
He didn't eat anyone for two years after he ate his friend (unbeknownst to him, his friends soul had joined with his body, laying dormant).
At 14 he started targeting pedophiles once or twice a year (he was already 6ft tall at the time, being a hyper).
His moral compass faltered around 18 though, and he started targeting anyone he deemed morally absent. Devouring anyone "weak" enough to be seduced by him, rationalizing that if they had acted like rational people that they would still be alive. Albeit they were adulterers and promiscuous, but not really people you'd think "Oh yeah, they deserve to go."
At 24 he meet a fox named Syber in college, whom he at first had meant to have sex with and then devour, only to find out the fox had developed technology to put up a barrier against his "Hunger magic" and acids. After coughing him up they parted ways, only to come across each other a few weeks later. They discussed what had happened, talked and learned more about one another, and slowly the husky began to develop deep feelings for the fox that he hadn't felt since his late childhood friend, only more deeper and more romantic. They became close for 2 years and again the wolfs hunger was stilled.
However, Syber didn't feel the same way about the husky as the husky felt about him, and when Syber had to move to another place the husky panicked, devouring the fox and trapping his soul inside of him having learned how to do so. It was at this point that his childhood friend's soul awoke and intervened, reviving the fox, and going dormant once more. After that Syber left the husky, causing him to go into a depression and start eating anyone and everyone, not caring if they were good or evil, only seeing them as food and an outlet for his rage. At his worst he devoured one person every week for two months, before he regained some of his control and went to eating one every month. This went on for about a year until Syber caught wind of it and sent me in to bring it to a halt.
The rest I'll leave out until I get around to writing the story. ^w^
(Just remembered the husky's name is Faris)
2. I too like it better if the predator is doing it only to survive and shows the prey some iota of respect. In one story I read, the predator was a wealthy business man and the owner of a firm. Anyone who worked for him had a VERY handsome life insurance policy for their families, in the case that he devoured them, of $500,000. All of his employees were made aware to the fact, and also knew that he would give them warning if their performance was slipping at the firm. That would mean that they would either have to step it up or find a new job unless they wanted to risk being on his menu. He would also send the same amount to the families of anyone he devoured outside of work. On average he tried to limit himself to one person a month, taking a few weeks to fully digest each meal. This was set in a world where vore wasn't considered murder unless it involved a child or fatal voring others for any reason other than needing to eat (Ex. No more than one a week is allowed. They can't torture the prey. Children and parents with children under 18 are off limits as are pregnant females. Etc..)
While I can't view neither that or the other scenario in an erotic or sexual manner, I can see it from an emotional view. That is actually what I'm told by others who prefer fatal vore and get off to it. That it's because it has more emotion and thus turns them on more. To which I respond "But what good is it if that emotion is always sadness, fear, and hate? No love or kindness?". How can the fantasy of killing someone or being killed painfully bring one joy, much less in a sexual way?
Ah but if they had magic to do it then it would deprive them of all of the fun of the unending tension doing this creates for them. ;)
True. Althoooough, in some vore scenarios the prey can only be brought back so many times before their soul becomes too weak to be brought back again. So it'd be like playing a game of rushing runlet. ;3
While other predators have the ability to control their stomach acids, but not reform their prey. So the tension could then come from the possibility of the pred activating his acids, weather by accident or purposely.
If they still want to do it then well...that's not a safe person to be around in any context.
Agreed. The two who told me they would vore people, innocent or not, were N****q (deleted the pic that had the conversation) and T******a (The conversation is on a graveyard sketch where he's devoured a few kids). I mean, if I could vore people or be vored by people in RL, and either magic or technology existed to bring them/myself back, then I'd do it (with their consent of course). But if I were able to do it or could have it done to me, but it only end in the "natural" outcome (perma-death) then the only thing I'd be voring would be stuff like fish and watermelons, haha. Might permavore someone if they're a pedophile, rapist, serial killer, or something like that, but other than that, yeah, I'd be stick'n with fish and other normal foods. Don't even think I'd try to vore a live animal (other than fish) unless it tried to eat/kill me first, probably not even then because hearing and seeing it struggle would make me feel like crap. X3
As with all fetishes, there's often a distinct dominance/submission connotation to it. And there's little else more dominating than a predator forcing you to supply their needs by eating you. That they keep you alive for a large part of it just allows one to immerse themselves even more deeply into the thrill of it and draw it out longer. Things are always better if you draw it out, and vore is no exception to this rule. The ones who want to draw it out to every last grisly detail want to experience it as much as they possibly can. In a sense it satisfies their desires more if they're given the opportunity to fully express and experience them in a fantasy medium. Tastes may vary but players of prey ultimately want to submit to the predator...
I agree with the prey wanting to be dominated by the predator, I feel that myself when I'm the prey. I even understand wanting it to be drawn out. But, with those that wish to fantasize about being digested and aware they're being digested until their body just gives out, how on earth does one find such a hellishly painful and traumatic experience sexually arousing? To imagine themselves still being alive as their flesh melts off and their entrails fall out, feeling it as it happens.
I mean, with me for example, I like being vored because I like the thought of being surrounded by warm, soft, wetness. Being as close to someone as you could ever physically be. Being able to trust someone SO much, that you'd let them swallow you whole, believing that they will bring you back the next day or let you out in time to keep you from harm. To know that they COULD kill you without any real effort, and instead choosing not to, to care or love you enough to bring you back or let you live. I like the thought of falling asleep and then passing out so I can be digested painlessly and provide them nourishment, and still get to be there with them the next day to feel and touch the layer of pudge or muscle I helped create. I suppose I'm just a big softy, hehe.
1.The subject of death in vore is something that holds significant meaning to me and can practically choke me up with overflowing emotions if done right. A willing friend the predator is unsure about eating...having to hunt others to eat to survive...eating someone to spare them from something worse... If there's some form of tragic element I'm completely drawn to it. 2.I ultimately prefer a predator who is practically reverent of his prey and treats it similarly. Respect is not a word you will often hear associated with vore, but for me it is ultimately one of the most important parts of any interaction between predator and prey, and that holds true no matter what is going to happen to the prey. It represents a bond between predator and prey. If the prey knows that a particular predator is not one of the sadistic cruel ones or observes as much, they might at least take solace in knowing that the one who is going to eat them holds no malicious intent and won't try to actively make it horrible for them.
1. The same goes for me. While I won't/refuse to see it in a sexual nature, I can see it in an emotional one. I've been trying to get my butt in gear and write this one flashback sequence for part of my friends story that takes a husky, tormented by his uncontrollable urge to devour/kill people, back through all those he killed.
The first was when he was 8 and he devoured a young doe playing hide and go seek (not my idea, was already mentioned in a previous story).
That and his next couple kills were observed by his parents, who were teaching him how to hunt and dispose of his prey.
Later he devoured bullies in school.
Around 12 though, he had a friend who was dying of cancer, who was in incredible pain and agony, the chemo causing his fur to fall out and his body ache constantly. He had known about the husky's diet (on average he killed about 1-2 a year), one of the bullies having been his former tormentor, and asked the husky to devour him, so that they would be together forever. At first the husky refused, but as his friends pain and suffering grew, so withered the husky's will to keep from giving his friend his wish, inevitably ending in him sneaking into the hospital one night and devouring him after they said their final goodbyes. That moment changed him and caused him to only target those who truly deserved to be devoured.
He didn't eat anyone for two years after he ate his friend (unbeknownst to him, his friends soul had joined with his body, laying dormant).
At 14 he started targeting pedophiles once or twice a year (he was already 6ft tall at the time, being a hyper).
His moral compass faltered around 18 though, and he started targeting anyone he deemed morally absent. Devouring anyone "weak" enough to be seduced by him, rationalizing that if they had acted like rational people that they would still be alive. Albeit they were adulterers and promiscuous, but not really people you'd think "Oh yeah, they deserve to go."
At 24 he meet a fox named Syber in college, whom he at first had meant to have sex with and then devour, only to find out the fox had developed technology to put up a barrier against his "Hunger magic" and acids. After coughing him up they parted ways, only to come across each other a few weeks later. They discussed what had happened, talked and learned more about one another, and slowly the husky began to develop deep feelings for the fox that he hadn't felt since his late childhood friend, only more deeper and more romantic. They became close for 2 years and again the wolfs hunger was stilled.
However, Syber didn't feel the same way about the husky as the husky felt about him, and when Syber had to move to another place the husky panicked, devouring the fox and trapping his soul inside of him having learned how to do so. It was at this point that his childhood friend's soul awoke and intervened, reviving the fox, and going dormant once more. After that Syber left the husky, causing him to go into a depression and start eating anyone and everyone, not caring if they were good or evil, only seeing them as food and an outlet for his rage. At his worst he devoured one person every week for two months, before he regained some of his control and went to eating one every month. This went on for about a year until Syber caught wind of it and sent me in to bring it to a halt.
The rest I'll leave out until I get around to writing the story. ^w^
(Just remembered the husky's name is Faris)
2. I too like it better if the predator is doing it only to survive and shows the prey some iota of respect. In one story I read, the predator was a wealthy business man and the owner of a firm. Anyone who worked for him had a VERY handsome life insurance policy for their families, in the case that he devoured them, of $500,000. All of his employees were made aware to the fact, and also knew that he would give them warning if their performance was slipping at the firm. That would mean that they would either have to step it up or find a new job unless they wanted to risk being on his menu. He would also send the same amount to the families of anyone he devoured outside of work. On average he tried to limit himself to one person a month, taking a few weeks to fully digest each meal. This was set in a world where vore wasn't considered murder unless it involved a child or fatal voring others for any reason other than needing to eat (Ex. No more than one a week is allowed. They can't torture the prey. Children and parents with children under 18 are off limits as are pregnant females. Etc..)
While I can't view neither that or the other scenario in an erotic or sexual manner, I can see it from an emotional view. That is actually what I'm told by others who prefer fatal vore and get off to it. That it's because it has more emotion and thus turns them on more. To which I respond "But what good is it if that emotion is always sadness, fear, and hate? No love or kindness?". How can the fantasy of killing someone or being killed painfully bring one joy, much less in a sexual way?
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