I made this piece for   Nine-the-Foxaroo —someone who’s not only passionate about vore, but especially adores Ramaraffe from "Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart". I’d been meaning to draw her for a while now, and when I remembered how much Nine loved her as a pred, it just clicked. This was the perfect time to finally bring her into a piece. I wanted to give Nine something fun, indulgent, and tailored to their tastes, so I crafted this little scenario as a tribute—complete with all the belly-centric energy you’d expect from a pred like Ramaraffe.

In the image, Ramaraffe is towering and elegant, standing with that effortlessly smug look on her face and a belly that’s... well, very full. She’s swallowed the three of us—Nine, Mao Mao, and me—and it shows. Her gut bulges out massively in front of her, skin stretched taut around the shapes of her latest indulgence. You can practically hear the wet, rhythmic sloshing as her belly gently rocks and settles.

Ramaraffe herself looks serene—maybe even proud. One hand rests atop her belly like she’s admiring the handiwork, and her half-lidded eyes and soft smirk say everything. She’s not bothered in the slightest by what’s happening inside. In fact, she seems to be savoring the moment.

Inside, it's definitely a different story—depending on who you ask. Nine and I are both very content. Being tucked away inside a warm, squishy belly like Ramaraffe’s? That’s exactly our kind of comfort. You can see it in the little floating hearts and muffled sounds around her gut. From me, a soft “Hmm…” of appreciation rises up, and from Nine? Happy little “Mmph!”s and loving squirming from the inside. It's warm, close, and heavy—just how we like it.

But not everyone’s having a good time in there.

Mao Mao is clearly not enjoying himself. His presence makes itself known through the loud “MPFH!?” bursting out from one side of the gut, and a jagged “Grrr…” that probably comes with a lot of internal kicking. Poor guy—he’s not used to being on the losing end like this, especially not when it’s Ramaraffe of all people. There’s a certain ironic satisfaction to his struggles, muffled and hopeless beneath layers of digestion-in-progress and smug satisfaction. Ramaraffe couldn’t care less about his protests. She just stands there, composed and patient, like she’s got all day to let her meal settle.

The whole scene is playful, lighthearted, and a little indulgent—exactly what I wanted it to be. It’s my way of celebrating Nine’s favorite pred, showing love through art (and bellies), and capturing that weird, squishy joy that only vore fans really get. And I’m happy with how it turned out.

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Art © me
Nine © Himself (   Nine-The-Foxaroo on FA or BSKY)
Ramaraffe + Mao Mao @ Parker Simmons/Mao Mao: Heros of Pure Heart

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