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Not with a bang but a whimper

It’s the end of the world, mostly because a large percentage of the population have mutated into hungry monsters. A human couple a man and a woman have managed to survive but they both know the reason for that survival is a double edged sword: one them (the man) is slowly turning into one of the very things they are trying to run away from. The only way he has managed to keep the one he loves safe is by tapping into that inhuman side more and more frequently. Inevitably he mutates completely, it happens with almost no warning in a time and place when the couple has managed to find some quiet safe house away from the monsters however briefly. The man just stops being human and the woman is alone with a hungry monster. Naturally she’s frightened, but the truth is there’s no where to run, both literally and in the sense that she has no where to run TO. It’s only been the two of them for so long, the only other traces of people they’d encountered are the dead. The truth is she’s known for a long time that this would be her fate. The monster looms over his prey and finds he is no less in love with the being trembling in front of him, no less capable of recognizing the one he adores. It’s simply that the time has come to stop pretending he doesn’t want all of her to himself, That fighting off the other predators is enough when it isn’t, there’s only one place his prey will ever truly be safe, he sees that clearly now, see the foolish way clinging to his humanity had simply put his prey in unnecessary danger. A black tongue unfurls from behind glistening teeth snaking out to caress the side of the humans cheek affectionately, enormous clawed hands tenderly but firmly rest upon narrow shoulders, while another pair of arms lower down reach around and press her back guiding her closer to the monsters broad chest, his stomach growls as if sensing the one it wants is close enough to hear it. Wide eyes stare in quiet terror and uncertain curiosity mesmerized by the way the unfamiliar threat has intertwined with familiar gentleness. The monster takes the humans hand and presses it against it’s stomach, he has no need for words anymore but he remembers distantly that she does, he cups her face in his enormous hands, tilting her two eyes up to meet many more staring back tender yet ravenous. He utters the word that to his mind explains exactly what’s going to happen and why “Mine”

She swallows nervously eyes taking in the creature she’s certain she can’t reach but knows she needs to try to. “[name] C-could we maybe talk about thi-hhoooookay that’s a mouth! Please don’t bite my head off!” She tries to lean away as his jaws come forward, gently he playfully nips at his prey, trying to demonstrate that he does not in fact, intend to bite her head off. Unfortunately his teeth are enormous and sharp and being poked however gently with knives does not exactly send a comforting message to human instincts. Eventually however his preys heart stops hammering to the point where she can recognize she’s not being crunched or torn to pieces. Merely nipped, licked and more concerning sucked on. Her eyes widen as his intentions click. “You dick! That’s even worse!” her guess is correct, once he finishes tasting and “reassuring” his prey he curls his long tongue around her, his jaws open wide and he envelops her head and shoulders with a low and excited purr.

The monster tilts his head back, one claw gently tracing her progress as a squirming bulge down his throat. Meanwhile feet and legs kick in response to being lifted away from proper purchase, though the amount of earnest struggling she can do is severely hampered by the sheer danger of squirming on the deadly knives that surround her. This fact is driven home very clearly when she accidentally slices open her palm trying to push back against his jaws. The approving sound he makes as her blood pools onto his tongue is both disturbing and vexing but he does not bite down intentionally even if his tongue lingers and writhes pretty obviously on her cut palm.

But I digress, the monster has tilted his head back tracing his preys progress as his muscles pull and guide his beloved down into his waiting belly. Two hands rub his swelling gut as she slips past the ring separating the esophagus from the stomach. Meanwhile a fourth hand helps to gently feed the humans legs and feet inside, pushing firmly at the kicking appendages here and there to keep her from accidentally killing herself on his teeth. Finally her feet find the way to the back of his throat, safe from the hazard of sharp teeth. He gulps firmly, sealing the fate of the woman he loves with just that simple horrendously easy action.

She can’t see inside the claustrophobic darkness of his belly, but that doesn’t make the reality of where she is any less apparent, the slimy undulating walls, the heart beat pounding above, the way the body around her breathes in and out. The heat is crushing when compared to the world she’s left behind, she feels a pressure from outside and it’s mind-bending to know that she can identify it as his hands pressing in and down from outside this new and permanent prison of flesh.

A low crass belch eases out of the monster as he leans back and admires the way his prey fills him. A callous declaration of the monsters place on the food chain and her own. At least that’s what most would believe, but the monster sees nothing callous in his actions. The human inside him is in her proper place, this much is true, but why should that be seen as a bad thing? Surely this is the way things must be? If the two of them are to stay together. Surely the human will also understand that necessity if not now, then once all boundaries have been broken down between body and soul and the two become one.   

Aysel blushed as the anthropomorphic wolf across from her swallowed her burger whole, hands toying with the straw of her shake. Red eyes met her own across the table and Hati's expression turned playful "Careful Aysel, keep staring like that I might think your volunteering for dessert" The petite human blonde in the red hoodie visibly shuddered cheeks reddening cheeks puffing up as she pouted at her companion. "You shouldn't tease me like that Hati" She complained green blue eyes warring between faux and genuine outrage. A large fanged grin appeared on Hati's black furred muzzle "Whose teasing?" She asked playfully "If you'll recall the only reason your even sitting across from me is our parents discovered us in time back when we were kids" Aysel rolled her eyes before reaching over and stealing a chip from her girlfriends strangely untouched plate and popping it in her mouth "And here I thought you'd grown somewhat fonder of me since then." Hati's teasing face melted into unmistakable fondness. "Indeed I have, damn I was a total brat back then" She noted wistfully before her expression turned teasing once more and she pointed an imperious claw at Aysel. "But if you think I've forgotten how good you taste your wrong" Aysel snorted "You said I tasted terrible" She pointed out, reaching out and poking the extending claw with her own delicate finger. "I was lying" Hati admittedly so serious and matter of fact that Aysel began turning pink all over again. Aysel looked very cute like that Hati noted, the she-wolf knew that despite the fact that they had been dating for nearly a year and a half now, Aysel still nursed a massive prey-like self-destructive crush on her, one that Hati in all truthfulness returned albeit from the more predatory side of things. Aysel was torn between not wanting to die and wanting Hati to kill her and Hati was torn between wanting to keep things as they were and wanting to devour the woman she loved in both body and soul. This was the problem with living in a world built on fairy tales, it was the reason no human strayed from The Path alone in The Woods District and why when they did,no one came looking for them. It was why even millenia after the official family lines had lost track of their direct descendants, you could still make a very educated guess about who was related to who at a glance and why Aysel and Hati had only been allowed to hang out without a chaperone after they finished high school. The Fairy Tale Kingdoms had come a long way from those ancient days in order to get to something approaching true civilisation. But there was a part of them that would always be wild, that longed for something simpler, the part of each of them that yearned to find and fulfil their stories irregardless of the cost. "Aysel..." Hati began carefully looking directly into her girlfriends eyes "Do you want to come home with me?" Off The Path into The Woods was left unsaid but she knew Aysel understood just what she was asking. For a moment the silence was deafening and Hati prepared to start kicking herself for crossing that unspoken line between them. Aysel's cool hands came to rest on Hati's cheeks cupping them, the smaller woman had leaned almost comically over the dining table in order to do so. Resolute blue green eyes looked into hers as Aysel muttered a soft but firm "Yes"

If my last draft post didn’t explicitly spell it out. I love the Spider and the Fly dynamic in vore. What I mean by that is I love Preds that can’t get to a prey unless they cross certain boundaries first and who slowly wear down a prey psychologically not with threats or meanness but with pure unadulterated charm and affection. Especially if it’s entirely sincere but entirely deadly regardless. There’s just something about a creature that can’t go against its nature to the point it doesn’t know how to not kill you, only how to lure you in with honey rather than vinegar. Also the tragedy of a prey who’s so used to being treated badly that there’s something almost comforting to them about knowing damn well that no matter how nice the pred is they’re ultimately still dangerous. Like the prey is so broken they can only accept the niceties because they know it’s coming from something unapologetically dangerous.

This probably says something about my own trust issues to be honest. But let’s not analyse that too much.

When the pred says they’d never harm you but their definition of harm doesn’t consider digesting someone and imprisoning their immortal soul harm.

Warning: Angsty and somewhat suicide adjacent.

Ida thinks about disappearing down Bastion’s throat, of being trapped within the predatory Fae’s stomach. Of vanishing completely from the outside world and Bastion being the only one who knows her fate. A part of her wants it. Wants to reward this monster for pretending to be a person. For making her feel less lonely, for letting her pretend to be a person even though she doesn’t at all feel like one. Another part wants to see Bastion with the mask completely off. Wants to know fully the deadly creature she’s been treating as tame. Even if it kills her. Another part of her feels guilty for feeling this way. She’s ostensibly a person after all, even if she rarely feels like one. A person shouldn’t want to throw their life away so easily. A person shouldn’t need a monster’s company to feel whole. A person shouldn’t find comfort in deadly things just because they are honest about being deadly. A person should feel safe in the company of other people. She mustn’t succumb to temptation, after all even if she doesn’t feel like a person, she’s still supposed to be one.

NSFW vore scenario

Okay so demon hunters sacrifice their own souls and lives by contracting a demon to help them hunt stray demons.

The contract has a time limit and at the end of the time limit the demon devours their master and heads on back to hell.

A demon hunter who is a massive exhibitionist asks another demon hunter and their demon to watch them get eaten.

Though reluctant the other hunters own time is growing short and they can’t help but be morbidly curious about what’s in store for them. So they watch the geass the demon is under come undone and the demon proceed to ravish the shit out of their former master in ways both sexual and voracious before the demon sensually and greedily swallows them down and makes the most depraved and suggestive noises as the former demon hunter in their belly makes similarly suggestive noises. Until the belly shrinks down and all that’s left is the panting and blushing demon who is then desummoned.

Trying to hide their burning cheeks the Demon Hunter turns to their contracted demon and goes “Okay that looked way way waaaay more depraved and perverted than I was expecting.”

The Demon hums noncommitally then says “Do you want to know a secret master?”

“What?”

“When our turn comes I plan to be much much worse”

Speaking of faerie food, Bastion would probably be super into it if Ida actually agreed to eat something he made, after agreeing to let him eat her. Since that’s really the only circumstance under which she’s going to willingly touch anything he makes. He’s a spider monster, paitiant anticipation is literally the better half of his hunting strategy so I feel like feederism would be right up his ally. The knowledge that Ida was fattening herself up for him? It would absolutely destroy this man. Rizzed within an inch of his life. But also just cooking for her would also be exciting for him. He’s actually an incredible cook so Ida would also be pretty spoiled, though she’d try her best to keep stoic.

Today’s fun fact about Bastion and the Manor: Don’t try to kill your fellow guests. There are guest rights in place that you automatically forfeit if you harm another guest. This will get you eaten. It’s essentially treated as you “forfeiting” the “game” of the “Manor”. Also this isn’t a magical law or anything but if you do find yourself with the unshakable urge to break guest rights and hurt someone else visiting the Manor I really wouldn’t recommend attacking Ida. Because not only will it get you eaten it’ll make it personal. Bastion doesn’t necessarily understand why some predators draw out their prey’s pain and fear once they’ve already caught them. But for Ida’s sake he’d be more than willing to learn. This only applies to guests. Bastion’s human form is 100% gankable though doing so is kinda pointless and if you have a guilty conscience the manor might even use it against you.

There’s also the fact that for Bastion fawning is one of the few ways he actually can express affection in a way that a human might comprehend. The drabbles I’ve made have mentioned this I think as have the rambles about their lore. But Bastion literally can’t stop trying to catch Ida. It’s a fundamental violation of his nature to spare what he can eat. The fact he actually likes Ida and feels happy in her company actually makes this worse rather than better. So verbal affection is very important, physical affection too although his human form is really the only one that can manage physical contact without things veering into voracious territory. Have you ever read a horror story and had the branches that grab at someone’s body personified as reaching hands? Some parts of the Manor will do that to Ida with purely loving but no less threatening intention. Because the Manor is an extension of Bastion and just as in love with and desperate to catch her as he is. That’s why the shadows in the Manor settle and the house looks less warn when Ida agrees to let him have her in “The Spider and The Butterfly” Drabble. Because the Manor knows she’s going to be theirs.

Ida’s Guide To Flustering and Frustrating Bastion

Being an escape artist, ain’t nothing more frustrating or flustering to a spider than escaping the traps they’ve laid.

Know your riddles and puzzles not only will it frustrate and fluster the spider when you disarm his traps. It’s also good for the brain and it makes you feel clever!

Read the room, Fae literally have to play fair so there’s typically a way out of everything, they might try to obfuscate it but if you know what to look for ain’t nothing they can do to stop you.

Know your folklore don’t eat the Fae’s food, don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, don’t agree to anything you don’t know the fine print of, follow warnings if they are given, but generally mistrust any information that is not verbally airtight. Establish your own loopholes and interpretations where possible.

Knife! Iron! Good for stabbing and throwing.

Small Fae can be bribed with chocolate and sweets even the spider ones.

Large Fae creatures can be stabbed and outrun. Also bribed though more rarely.

If it’s scary or disorienting you’re probably being herded.

There are places that aren’t dangerous, typically monsters can’t get in and the Host frequents these places. Also there might be symbolic signs of protection or sanctuary around.

Fluster host persona by treating him like a person and being nice to him. Also swear! he makes a face it’s funny.

Folk remedies and small rituals of safety, not all of them work but many do.

Be good at running, climbing, jumping and other athleticism.

Don’t open blue door, that’s the parlour door, it will get you eaten. If someone else opens the door don’t try to help them. If somehow the door opens on its own. Knife the spider he’s not used to people doing that.

Don’t kill other guests, if other guests are hostile and you are at risk of dying before they get eaten for breaking the rules. Lure them into traps, monsters or the parlour. You can’t kill other guests but the Manor can.

If at any point Bastion tries to tease or taunt you tease back he can’t handle it. Especially if it’s about his appetite. Man is so used to being a big bad predator he becomes putty at the slightest hint of reciprocation. Not really a survival strategy, but he’s cute when he’s flustered!

Bastion genuinely can’t handle prey that want to be eaten, not in like a “I don’t like this” sort of way more in a “child who has been deprived sweets their whole life gets told they can take one” kind of way. He’s like “Really!? F-for me? You mean it?”

So when Ida finally gives in and says he can have her. This man is basically rizzed within an inch of his life. He might not precisely understand firsthand what it means to be human but he comprehends that becoming food for another entity isn’t something that humans typically enjoy or want to happen. So the fact she’s willing to sacrifice herself for him, feels like one giant declaration of love and affection to him. Which it is, but I’ve seen lots of stories of Preds who don’t necessarily get that or take it for granted. Bastion gets that and is completely blown away by it.

I’ve been pondering the idea of a pred who observers don’t bother about their big belly and the prey desperately calling for help and struggling, not because they don’t care or are afraid, but because they literally can’t perceive what’s happening. Only the pred and prey can see reality for what it is, everyone else is seeing the reality the pred wants them to see.

Bastion’s the sort of pred who’d absolutely pull the “presses preys ear to stomach” thing on Ida. But instead of meaning it as a scare tactic he’s really just very ghoulishly trying to say “look how much I want you.” Ida would both completely get this, even be a little rizzed by it and yet still probably call him a weird ghoul to his face.

Bastion has two modes when it comes to Ida, one is the unabashed lovesick predator mode, where the mask falls off and it’s obvious this is a being who is hunger and very little else. A being that wants nothing more than to devour the one he loves and let his stomach show her how much she is adored. But there’s also that part of him that tries to get the most out of the fact the rules of the Manor restrict how much of him can be shown. The part of him that regrets that he can’t actually be human and is ashamed he can’t be truly good or healthy for the one he loves. They’re the same person, Bastion definitely wants to devour Ida. But he’s still acutely aware that she deserves better. Ida disagrees, not because she has self-esteem issues (though she does) but because as predatory and inhuman as Bastion is, she loves him and feels safe emotionally with him. And for someone who’s never felt any sort of safe, emotional safety feels like it’s enough. I’m not saying she’s right about that. Their relationship is not meant to be objectively healthy, but it is meant to be sincere.

A prey who’s scared of being devoured but not as scared as they should be. They know, intellectually that they should be horrified. Maybe they’re unwilling and should be calling for help more loudly or struggling more earnestly. Maybe they’re willing but know that even if they’ve agreed surely instinct should be making this harder than it is. Instead not only are they less scared that they should be but every consecutive swallow their pred gives is enrapturing. The knowledge that soon only the pred will know who they’ve swallowed, that to the rest of the world they’ll just be an anonymous shape in the Preds stomach. They like it, they like the sordid intimacy of it, the absolute power this other holds over them. But they also don’t know how this came to be. Maybe it’s who they’re being stolen away by or maybe food is just what they were always meant to be. Irregardless they can’t help but like what’s taking place, maybe even in spite of themselves.

Imagine a predator and prey in a world where preds are legally allowed to eat prey if a pred and prey are alone, after the prey is ingested privately it’s up to the pred if they want to show off their catch or stay in to digest. But eating prey must take place privately. Imagine that two individuals in this world, a predator and prey manage to strike up an unlikely friendship. Always in public of course, the prey knows better than to be alone with a predator even a predator they’re friends with. Usually the prey always found preds more scary than alluring, they aren’t the sort of prey that’s fascinated by the preds that show off their catches. But their pred friend is different something about them is undeniably alluring and the thought of being their prey is something they don’t dislike. But they don’t have a death wish so naturally, they do their best to not be alone with their friend. But one day they find that they are alone with them, “well” they think to themselves “I guess that’s it” it doesn’t occur to them that their friend might spare them, in this world a prey doesn’t have the luxury of assuming that and they’ve seen how their friend looks at them, they know their friend wants to eat them. At first it seems like that’s what’s going to happen that their friend really is just going to gobble them up, as scared as they are the prey is still enraptured by the thought on some level. There’s something exciting, thrilling about the prospect that they’re not leaving this room as anything more than prey, they’re almost looking forward to it when the pred pulls away!? B-but don’t they want to eat the prey!? eh!? Don’t leave the prey hanging like that! Naturally they don’t say any of that they just say “B-but why?” Their pred friend chuckles and says “I know you want me to eat you and I want to aswell. But what you seem to have missed my friend is that I’m waiting for you to ask me yourself.”

You know the neat thing about soul vore as a concept? From the perspective of a predator their prey is still there with them, but to observers the predator can seem mad.

The idea of a mutual friend or acquaintance of the predator and prey struggling to understand how the predator who to all appearances had loved the prey could have eaten them.

The predator is just like “Together forever :3” but the observer is having an existential crisis about everything they thought they knew about this person they thought they understood.