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GIVE US PRED VIKTOR FIC
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Glorious Consumption
Pairing: Arcane Herald Viktor x Reader
Summary: After being found and captured by the feared herald who is ushering in a new world, you realize you have met a terrible fate in which there is no way to avoid.
Word Count: 1393
I wrote this in one sitting because I was so into it and I really hope this is what you are asking for!!!
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SOFT, SAFE, SFW VORE. IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE DO NOT READ.
The man who looms before you is anything but a true man anymore. Twin pinpricks of sickening gold flicker and focus upon your trembling form through a twisted mask that splits the face of what was once human in two, separating the shut eyes and the tightened lips. His staff quietly clink, clink, clinks with each step he takes; slow, leisurely, like he knows you have no chance of escaping. Yet still, you scoot backwards, a whispering plea for mercy escaping you with the breathlessness of someone who doesn’t wish to meet their fate.
“Poor little one,” the herald says, voice soft and deep, everywhere and nowhere, rumbling straight through your tiny body and striking into your soul. “So lost, so alone. Did you come seeking salvation? Redemption from the flesh?”
“Please,” you say. “Please. Don’t hurt me.”
“Hurt you? Why would I hurt you?” The herald bends a knee. Despite how gradual his movements are, they still cause you to flinch. “I only wish to heal, little one. Suffering has no place in my perfect world.”
Massive fingers, dark violet and warped by magic, reach forwards. Your eyes widen and you quickly bow your head, staring down at your own curled fists. Tears drip onto the floor and your skin, heart pounding, brain screaming for you to run, run, danger, run. Yet you are frozen, unable to wrench yourself from this fatal spot. The herald has rendered you terrified beyond your capable limits of handling such extreme emotions. Such power radiates from him, Unearthly. Eldritch. Arcane.
Those fingers curl around you, cupping you in a loose hold with warmth pressing against your spine while his thumb grazes your cheek in a gesture of comfort not suiting him. Your stomach does flips when you are raised up, your face scrunching in visible discomfort.
“Shhh.” You vibrate with the timbre of his voice. “Don’t tense. You are fearing a conclusion which shouldn’t be feared at all.”
Your eyes dart around you, flickering to the beings surrounding the herald like a protective shield. Mechanical denizens of perfect abundance, gold and white with dead eyes all staring straight at you. Marks of the newborn god currently holding you are imprinted on their faces: fingerprints signifying their change into something terrifying. You don’t want that. You want to remain you. So you continue to cry, choking on your own sobs. “Don’t turn me into one of them. Please. I-I don’t want to be like them.”
The herald is silent. He moves his thumb to your chin and forces you to tilt your head up. You have no choice but to meet his gaze. There’s no emotion, no sign of anger or pity. He’s just…blank.
“Why do you fear becoming so much more than you already are?” he asks.
“I don’t want to lose who I am. I don’t want to disappear.” You begin struggling just a tad bit, clutching his thumb tight and giving him your most pleading look. “Please. Please don’t make me go away.”
Again, there’s a pause. Then he sighs. “I do not like seeing you so terrified of me. It is…saddening.” He gives you a squeeze you think is supposed to be comforting. “If you do not seek my healing, then I will not force it upon you. I fear I may end up breaking you if you are not willing.”
Relief settles upon you. You want to give him a thousand thanks for sparing you. But he cuts you off. “However…I cannot simply let you go.”
Disbelief shatters your gratefulness. “W-What?! You’re going to kill me?!”
“Did I say I was going to kill you? Worry not, little one. No harm will befall you as long as I am around.” He hums. “I…do not feel comfortable allowing you to wander unsupervised. You could be hurt. Or worse. Plus…” He brings you close, and you feel some sort of inhalation tousle your hair as he somehow breathes in your scent. “You have a tantalizing aura. I feel…I can make use of you.”
“Make use of me?” you echo weakly.
“Your energy. It will give me the necessary power I need to continue the glorious evolution.” He sees the way your face falls, and he’s quick to comfort you. “Rest assured, I will not hurt you. Nothing I do to you will end up with you wounded or dead. It may be a bit…eh, uncomfortable at first, but I think you will grow used to the feeling. I will even coach you through it.”
“Coach me? Coach me through what?”
The herald’s eyes burn. “Being drained.”
You go pale with horror when the middle of his mask slowly splits into a mouth, strings of black connecting between jutting, razor sharp teeth and saliva dripping from the roof like ugly droplets of oil. You stare into the cavern of hypnotic colors that pulse in and out like breaths, drawing you forth with whispers invading your brain, ushering you on, begging, pleading, please please come here come to us we need you we want you please. A long, serpentine tongue slithering out to lick your cheek makes you cringe back with the terrible realization of what is going to happen to you: you are about to be eaten alive.
You scream and flail. Shoving his fingers, trying to free yourself, not even caring if you drop to your death. “Stop! Stopstopstop, please! Don’t do this, I’m begging you!”
The herald ignores you. Feet first you are slipped into his mouth, tongue curling around your legs and slowly bringing you into the hot, moist maw. You grab the ends of his teeth and hold on for life, resisting the insistent tugs of the gigantic muscle. The herald sighs wearily. He brings a hand up and starts to carefully pry your fingers away. You yelp and try to latch back on quicker than he can release you, but he is smart, and quick. In a moment where both of your hands are off of his teeth, he tilts his head and slides you backwards, snapping his mouth shut. You are sealed inside, with no escape in sight.
Screaming and howling and clawing your nails into his tongue, you do everything you can to prevent what is going to happen. But you are too weak, too small, and the herald easily overpowers you. With a resounding gulp, everything is turbulent, and you are pushing past his uvula and down his throat. Psychedelic colors fill your vision, and you lose yourself, screams dying into soft whines. You feel the muscles of his esophagus squeeze you over and over, forcing you downwards, further into his body.
By the time you make it to the stomach, you are exhausted. The colors are gone and are replaced by the dull purple, near black color of his internals. Little spots resembling stars flicker as you are embraced by plush grooves that quiver with each heavy breath you take. You can practically feel the energy leaving you as you stare up at the belly’s faux ceiling. Fear grips you. Tears leak from your eyes.
The herald presses a hand over his middle, feeling you out. When he finds you, he begins rubbing you tenderly. “I can feel you in there. So wonderfully snug. So delicious.” You think you can hear a smile in his voice. “Thank you, little one, for nourishing me. This energy will not go wasted.”
“…I…don’t want to…die…” is all you whisper in reply.
The herald goes silent. His stomach gurgles sadly and moves in, giving you a tight hug. “Hush,” he soothes. “You will not die. In due time, I will release you. Though this won’t be the last time I’ll be swallowing you, I will keep you safe. I will keep you warm. I think you’ll come to love it in there. So don’t be afraid…please.”
You want to submit. You’re tired. So, so tired. His voice is lulling you, and you think you can hear his stomach talking, quietly cooing to you, telling you to sleep. You want to fight for your freedom…you really do…
“Don’t fight,” the herald. “There’s no point. Just let this happen. You are okay. I’ll hold you. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”
Your consciousness slips from your grasp, and you are lost in his consumption. With his presence all encompassing, you pass out.
Vore Negotiation Guidebook
As both a pred and a prey, this advice is tailored so that you can avoid similar preds to me. I prefer having only prey at a time — the whole tum to themselves, so there is a focus on the ‘singular’. I also love having scrumptious prey, like unappetising prey even exist, so the preys yum factor will be important.
The Gamble:
This may work if you can successfully deceive or be yourself enough where the pred will be so confused by your freakish amount of willingness that they decide “you know what, I’m good actually” and leave without you being eaten. However, the complete opposite may happen. I advice you use this later when you have a good grasp on the character of the pred because otherwise you’re just gambling with vore.
The snack-rifice:
If there is a willing prey among you try to convince them that they should be eaten or to prevent the unwilling getting eaten. I say that as a willing prey I’m probably your best bet in that scenario because I consider it a win. If there is no known willing prey, then through democratic means by some akin to a IOU they are aught to make themselves appear the most scrumptious of the bunch so that the others can scamper. Making yourself appear the most scrumptious will depend on whether they prefer willing or unwilling prey, so in turn you must prove yourself be the most fun snack by harnessing your inner actor.
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P.s I don’t know why I’m giving you this, I want to eat you and yet I’m giving you advice so that I won’t. Odd. Worthy of suspicion even.
Feel 100% free to use this wherever (tag me/credit me tho-)
I honestly think this is a vibe and love it idk-
Preds, here’s a few tricks to lure me to be your meal.
Reverse psychology
Glow-y maw
Some kind of lure (garlic bread, teto plush, etc)
Nomming friends (can be false)
Being called yummy, scrumptious etc.
This will work 100% of the time, even when I appear to be unwilling. So, be careful.
Sneeg is really susceptible to reverse psychology you could definitely trick him into agreeing to be eaten with that
It might be working
Mr DNA gives pred vibes
Do not ask where the prey goes after being nommed, because I don’t know either.
Vore except the Giant is so overly excited to eat the Tiny that- when their Prey is inside their stomach, it keeps gently squeezing the Tiny, gets extra warm/cozy and waaaaaay more comfortable than normal hhhhhhhhhh
I had my best vore dream ever by far last night and it was so soft and loving aaaaa take me back there
Neither of us asked to be put in that situation the first time, but we were both reluctant to end it like I didn't want to leave her throat that wrapped around me so gently and she didn't rush me out just let me explore. It was really wet but not sticky, and always the perfect temperature.
She knew it was too dangerous to have me in her stomach while she slept but I didn't want to leave so I asked to stay in her mouth. I stayed on her tongue, awake, while she napped. Afterwards, still in her mouth, she took me flying. I looked out at the world through her sharp teeth as she traversed the sky and dove towards the ground.
I never wanted to leave and she was very content to just keep me inside her. I felt so safe, so comfortable, so loved and close to her even though we'd only just met. Her insides felt like home to me, like nothing bad could happen while they cradled my small body.
If Phil has a crop, maybe we can see a safe vore with a Sneeg in the future? I'm not insisting, it's just my presupposition.
I don't know under what circumstances he would have been there, but I'm sure he would have been scared.
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Or maybe not, and he needed to look at it from the inside, and he argued with Charlie that he could handle it.
And Phil is just like, "why does it have to be me 😮💨????"
YESS sneeg ABSOLUTELY gets eaten some point later on! And i think youve got it really accurate, he feels like the kinda guy to be reasonably against being eaten alive, but also- yknow if his friends are doing it, he might as well try it at least once. He trusts phil not to hurt him, and it gives him the chance to say hes been eaten and survived (which just makes him sound super cool and tough. When youre six inches tall, not a lot of people can say that)
Also yeah, id imagine it would go something like this
And then he procedes to stall for an hour until finally letting phil store him
Eel (-w-) He’s found the perfect cave to hide in; its warm and soft even if it squeezes at him when he moves—
can we PLEASE get sneeg and charlie both in tum jail
They tried stealing some of phils jewelery. It didnt go very well 😔
Giant: *sees a tiny cloaked figure in their house* >:3
Tiny: *no idea they were seen*
Giant: *scoops them up* i was wondering when you'd be back *mistaken them for smol lover, noms them*
Tiny: *having a meltdown, fighting for their life*
Giant: *chuckles and pats belly* aw seems like my tummy missed you too *gets concerned they are struggling so much* okok maybe that was too forward *gets them out* it's ok love- *finally sees the face of a very traumatized tiny*
Tiny: *trying not to cry*
Giant: *panicking*
(Major yapping incoming)
Where do you put your tinies, when you have nowhere to put them?
Let’s say that scenerio happens to involve you (the giant) trying to sort out one tiny but you can’t because your hands are full with lots of other tinies and there’s no place to put them maybe because you exist inside some kind of void space or something else entirely. You could just put the others in your mouth, like a little pocket space for tinies but a bit wet, or if there’s even more you can swallow them.
Am I saying that you should just eat your tinies for your own convenience, no. It is the first thing that comes to mind though. Like in some alternative scenario, you have the ability of flight. Potentially because you have wings as your a chimera like the almighty Kasane Teto. And also giving that gt applies, the stomach does seem to be an appropriate cabin space for your friends/passengers. It does have all the things that you would need for the long haul. (Comfy)
AWOOTS doodles 💥
Btw sorry my handwritings so messy, if you cant make out what hes saying, its "why are you like this?"
Something that I like, for a while but somehow only just realised, is the anthropomorphisation, manifestation or deity of pain and suffering being a protective and healing pred.
The idea that some entity created (or “responsible” in some sense of the word) protecting you from that pain is weirdly comforting.
It has fully wormed itself into my noggin
More Doey art!
Surprise! Random art for my Doey enjoyers!
I wanted to draw out some of the monster ideas I had and I did a bunch of them Sunday but just finished the last one The ideas are written in This post.
But to put it simply Mathew lunges forward to eat the player before Kevin can make the Doey head/teeth bite down.
And then some monster protection and trying to figure out where the throat is.
And a bunch of emotions and doodles to the right.
And here I shall put more drawing ideas for later.
Still gotta try hammock Doey who then forms around the player for cuddle time
Might draw fantasy forms of Doey. Like a mer. Or naga etc. maybe noms
Pokeball doey “catching” the player.
Doey being different plants. Ending as a Venus flytrap. Noms and shenanigans
Floor is Doey!
Soft preds anyone?
Preds who are soft spoken, gentle, kind, shy
Preds who are prey coded
Preds who are milquetoast, keeping to themselves, but turn into the most protective person to their chosen prey, stepping up to be their shelter
Preds who are kind and friendly and approachable, shy, just little guys that will do anything to protect even littler guys
Just like
Sweet and kind and reluctant preds, who speak to you ever so gently, who would probably cry if you even show the slightest bit of distress, who can't even handle the idea of hurting anyone.
silly idea, hurt/comfort pred skizz prey gem, skizz has to keep gem safe! but he doesn't have time to explain before he's gulping her down. (is it tiny gem or is it giant skizz? either way works) but then he explains she's safe and he's so worried and frantic to make sure she's okay and knows she's safe that gem just goes 'aww skizz is just being skizz I'm perfectly safe, time to tease him instead of freaking out' - lilmia
Angel instinct to protect + small friend + deep dark = tummy jail; skizzy can’t help himself- he held off the urge for so long but warden was just too much and now he’s not able to make any noise or explain to his new prisoner that he’s not trying to eat them. Basically the moment he’s somewhere safe he just breaks down in apologies hugging his middle and gem can’t do anything but rub gently at him and reassure. Poor guy is just a softie at heart and he’s so scared of making his friends feel unsafe around him (not that he ever could)
Uzi: *bragging about how she can no longer be vored because she merged with Cyn and got the totally rad and unstoppable tentacles*
N: *Less than a minute later, proving her wrong and slurping the last tentacle like spaghetti*
Thinking about body horror being used as a way to comfort in vore. More specifically while a prey is within a stomach. You get eaten alive by this terrifying creature and gulped down into its stomach, which is warm and tight and completely dark. Naturally panic follows; this is interrupted when things start happening which at first come across as disturbing, but are simply a way for the pred to calm you down. Eyes forming out of the stomach muscles to make sure you are okay. Arms pushing their way out from between the grooves to hug you, hold your hand, pet your hair, etc. Hypnotic whispers cooing softly into your ears that everything will be alright. Flowers blooming from different angles which give off a sweet, relaxing scent.
Idk this is weird but I like it lmao.
Excluding many, I have two moods
“Eat me! Please, I beg you” / “your tummy looks so comfy, I want in.”
Or
“You look soo delicious, I could just eat you up”