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dragons-eat-people · 2 years

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Last Regret

A request for an anonymous anon. Hope you enjoy this.

CW: Fatal Vore, Cursing

College was hard. A persistent bully only made matters worse, to put things straight. The day was finally over. All the work, for the most part, had also been done. Our little story follows Jiggy, a local college student just looking to improve her learning and studying ability. She arrived back at her apartment to meet her roommate, Axel, who was quite the pred. He wasn’t popular by any means, hell, he didn’t even go to college with his friend. He was just there for a sense of moral support. Jiggy always appreciated it though. She comes through her apartment door, not afraid to slam it close. This cut Axel off, as he was just about to speak. The room became silent, but then was broken by the pred.

“I’ll just go ahead and assume it was a bad day again. What was it this time, Jigs?” He asked, addressing his roommate and friend by a nickname he created for her. She didn’t reply at first. She took a deep breath before speaking. “It’s that asshole! He just pesters and bugs me all the time, I can’t get anything done! it’s almost every day now-” Jiggy was speaking until shushed. “Slow down dude. What asshole, exactly?” Axel asked. His friend looked at him sternly. “His name’s Mike. That’s all I really know about him.” Jiggy replied. Her predatory friend only chuckled, flashing a toothy smile. “Well, don’t worry about it. That’s all I needed to know too.” He joked. Jigs didn’t pay much mind to his supposed joke. She was too busy tossing her school bag onto the couch, located nearby. “I’m going out on my evening walk...if you need to contact me for any reason, just text, alright?” Jiggy instructed. Axel didn’t reply audibly. He only gave a single faithful nod, which was enough for his roommate. She turned to the door before passing through it. Time for action.

Axel waited around 5 to 10 minutes after Jiggy’s departure to take his own leave. Passing through the halls of the building, Axel knew what class his friend had before she came back. The History class. The pred walked swiftly, with a purpose. Nobody was going to hurt his friend any more. He just felt bad that it took him this long to do something about it. Finally reaching the classroom, a low grumble emitted from Axel’s throat. Opening the door, only one student sat in the room alone, close to the door. Conveniently, it was the target. “HEY! Are you Mike?” He asked through a roar like yell. The boy, quite confused, looked up from his phone. “Who’s asking?” He asked. “Your worst nightmare.” Axel threatened, before he was on him. Mike wasn’t given much time to respond. All that followed was a disembodied scream.

This time, the door clicked shut softly when Jiggy closed it. Her back was turned when she entered the room, only stopping in place when she heard her name get called. “Hey, Jigs.” Axel greeted, his own voice disembodied. Jiggy followed after it, tracing it to the apartment’s living area. She found her roommate on the couch, quickly taking notice of his enlarged, round stomach. He must’ve got lunch or something, she quickly assumed. “What’d you eat?” She asked, sitting down next to him. The same smile from before became glued to his face. “Oh, y’know. That previously mentioned asshole. You’re welcome.” Axel mocked. Jiggy didn’t believe him at first. ”R-really?” she asked through a nervous stutter. The pred wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her close to the surface of his belly, which got all riled up in the interaction. Inside, Mike could be heard through muffled protests and curses, while outside his struggles produced small bulges on the surface of Axel’s stomach. The gurgling was quite loud, which probably meant the digestion process had already started. To Jiggy, this was insane. Not only had her friend taken care of her number one problem, but the fact that he was already melting away? She’d only been gone an hour! Perhaps his stomach worked that fast. “Might as well listen in, kiddo. I did this for you.” Axel insisted, gently pushing Jiggy’s head closer to his noisy stomach. Mike’s muffled cries were slowly and progressively being drowned out by the sounds of the belly walls that surrounded him, sealing his fate. Jiggy fell asleep upon Axel, feeling relaxed for once in a very long time.

#v.ore #vore prompt #vore story #fatal vore #digestion #vore request #story requests #anonoymous

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thefanciestborrower · 1 year

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Yo yo, regarding the prompt thingy. XD I forgot what it was called and I'm on mobile. Anyway, I'd like to see you write something to this-

“Please stop licking me, I’m trying to focus.”

Thank you!!!!!

Keep prospering, peep!!!!

Yo thanks!! Okay okay so I know this was a pred prompt but I just had the funniest idea so whoop here we go-

“Please stop licking me, I’m trying to focus.” James groaned for what felt like the tenth time, pushing Ben’s face away from his arm. “You know I won’t taste like anything to you anyways so cut it out.”

Ben simply shot back a cheeky grin in response, unfazed by being stared down by an annoyed giant. “Aww, you’re no fun.” He groaned, dramatically flopping against James’s side. “We’ve been working on this for hours and I’m bored! You can’t really expect me to just sit here and be boring can you?”

“We’re not being boring. *I’m* working on a very important presentation and *you* are being annoying.” James quipped back. “I didn’t ask you to come over you know. You just sorta invited yourself, so it’s not my fault you’re bored.” Ben just huffed in annoyance, practically slithering his way into James’s lap and displacing the laptop he’d been using.

James frowned at this, completely unamused by Ben’s antics. Really he should have expected him to get like this, but that didn’t change the fact that it was pretty irritating. Still, Ben wasn’t likely to leave him alone any time soon...unless... With a rather devious little smirk he moved the laptop completely to the side, rolling his eyes as Ben started to twist around to try and lick his arm again. Weirdo. “Okay you know what, fine. Maybe I am a little bored. But lucky for me I’ve got the perfect pick me up sitting right in my lap.”

Ben stiffened, tongue just barely sticking out of his mouth in that stupid little blep face as he looked up at James. He didn’t remain frozen for long however, and the second Jame’s tongue dragged across his face he started to wiggle and protest. “Wait wait wait! I don’t have my console-“ Too late. His voice was cut off abruptly as his head was unceremoniously stuffed in James’s mouth and promptly squished into his throat with a loud swallow.

Now normally James preferred to take his time when eating someone, but today it was clear he just wanted Ben down and out of the way. In no time the struggling human’s shoulders, then torso, then hips were gulped down and crammed into James’s flexible stomach, bulging it outwards under his baggy sweater. There was a reason said sweater was one of his favorite things to wear. Finally his teeth clicked shut behind Ben’s feet and with a final swallow Ben was gone. Or...moved to a slightly more convenient location as it were. James sighed happily, rubbing a hand over his stomach as Ben began to squirm inside.

“You less bored now?” James asked with a contented sigh, licking his lips and reclining a little.

“Yes!” Came Ben’s muffled response. “You didn’t let me grab my switch first so what am I supposed to do in here now!”

James shrugged, grabbing his laptop. “I don’t know, but it’s not my problem.” Ignoring the offended spluttering Ben now seemed to be doing James simply plugged in his headphones and went right back to work, contentedly full and free from distractions.

#it’s super short but hey at least it was fun to write #ending kinda sucks but I was tired of staring at it so whatever #enjoy my homemade blorbos being silly #soft vore #safe vore #half size vore #vore writing #oc vore #ask #luckyshotwrites #they are stupid your honor #Ben was the kid who would lick your hand if you tried to cover their mouth #vore prompt #oc Ben #Oc James

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noodle-slurp · 1 year

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Vore drabble

OPEN ENDED BUT WITH ASPECTS OF FEAR PLAY --------------------- It takes you a while to gain their trust. Not as much as you expected, but more than the time you had been allotted.You hope this will not change the desired outcome. You invite them to the movies, and they reluctantly agree. Movies weren’t really their thing and you get the sense they accept only so they won’t hurt your feelings. At first, this only spurs your motivation to get it over with. But as you drive off route and into the woods, they become oddly energetic, wary...but energetic and eager. You half-heartedly take this enthusiasm as a way to cover yourself. “You kept talking about how much you missed the woods” you chuckle, knowing damn well this trip wasn’t for their pleasure. There’s an odd sense of guilt beginning to form in your guts as their enthusiasm mounts upon seeing a cluster of mushrooms as soon as you park the car and exit. They are so genuinely enthused, so happy....They keep babbling on and on about the different plants they see, their medicinal uses, their use in food.They pluck up a boquet of shelf-shrooms and shove them into your hands and explain they’re turkey-tails, the best kind of turkey. You don’t get it, and they talk way too fast for you to follow. You lead them deeper into the woods, beginning to feel sick. You can see them eyeing you warily out of the corner of your eye. You can see them fiddle with something in their pocket from time to time - and yet - they continue to play along, just content to be in the woods...Even if they knew they knew this could end badly. Maybe you should have stayed home...Maybe nothing bad would happen at all if you’d just forgotten about all of this and left it be. Maybe you could say you had gotten a 1 up on death and lived out the rest of your life content with this. All too soon, you’re at the beasts cave. A deep snarl burbles up from beneath the shadows followed by the padding shuffle of it dragging itself forward - the cavern a tad small for its mass. Claws click on stone, then rip into the grass in front of you. Animalistic eyes study you, and you feel you have made a mistake. You’re certain you have killed both yourself and you’re sacrificial lamb. “Took your time. Thought you’d decided to do something stupid and were gonna make me come fetch you.” you lick your lips but no words will come. He’s upset. Of course he’s upset. You’re terrified of what this means. The eyes shift to the person beside you, and you find yourself falling into a despair as you realize they had placed themselves partially in front of you, protecting you. There’s a grin on their face, fascination and fear all jumbled into mania. They should be terrified....They should be running and screaming and falling all over themselves to be anywhere else - just like the other campers had - just like *you* had. “You must eat a lot of vegetables.” the sacrifice jokes nervously, and you find yourself regretting meeting them. They deserved better than this. “Got any tips for how I’d get that big?” They’re terrified, their voice quavering, and yet they still stand between you and the Thing - they still try to act as if everythings fine. The monster laughs, an open mouth boom of a laugh that show off every single one of those jagged fangs in his mouth.”Oh. Oh you brought me an interesting one this time~” You watch their head tilt in confusion, their eyes flicking from the monster to you for answers. Answers they may never receive as a giant, clawed-hand scoops them up, knocking the air from their lungs and making them scramble for release. “I suppose I should trust you more....You really have an eye for the fun ones.” the giant chuckles, teasing the sacrifice with a claw over their stomach ‘tickling’ them. When all was said and done, you could only watch in stunned horror as the persons hand slipped behind his lips and their form disappeared down his throat and into his stomach. you decide you need to get them out. But the *how* plagued you.

#vore writing #vore prompt #my writing #open ended vore #i consider this open ended but idk #im sorry if your opinion differs on it

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methylphenidate-already-taken · 2 years

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Switch gets split/cloned by some sci-fi of magical bullshit but instead of having like a Good and Evil™️ version one is pred and one is prey… shenanigans ensue

#safe vore #soft vore #vore talk #extreme cuddling #vore prompt #just spitballing here

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teal-fiend · 4 months

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A circus troupe where one of the performers is a pred:

The contortionist who swallows prey before stretching into uncanny positions

An acrobat who learns how to use the trapeze with the momentum of their heavy belly

A clown, jester, or mime who devours prey as part of their comedy routine

A magician who makes someone disappear (are magicians in the circus? idk)

Or a performer’s main act is simply consuming prey in front of a live audience, because it’s not something that you see every day

#vore prompt #soft vore #v.ore #tw vore #vore fic #v/ore #vore writing #vore prompts #implied vor #implied vore

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safe-from-sharp-teeth · 5 months

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I really love pushing the boundaries of tums and imagining what they look like in creatures you wouldn't think would have one. So....

Elemental Tums

Air Elemental: You sit in the eye of the storm - a gale raging outside while gentle winds caress you in this creature's core. You can stretch out as much as you'd like and never feel like you'll run out of space. Instead of the normal stomach liquids, you sit in a pool of clouds and fog, lightly misting your lower half. The constant air circulation makes sure that you never feel stuffy. Falling asleep here is easy, like being rocked to sleep on a hammock.

Water Elemental: This elemental stomach is an air bubble inside warm, lively waters. You're not sitting in a pool of liquid this time, as all drops of water get absorbed right back into the creature. There still is a general humidity - you're not getting out of this one dry! This is the most flexible of the stomachs; you can poke the stomach lining and it'll jiggle right back. The waters of this creature are transparent, so you can watch what's happening outside (but honestly, it makes you a bit dizzy!).

Earth Elemental: The creature outside is as dense and stout as stone, but its insides are as soft as soil. You sit in a pocket terrarium, pressing your hands against spongy lichen. This stomach makes you feel like you're laying out on a field with the sun lightly warming you overhead. The liquid is a small pond of clear water, filtered by the flowers around it. It smells fresh - of soil after a rain.

Fire Elemental: One might think it impossible to brave the outside of the fire elemental, but if you do, you can reach the creature's tender core. A deadly fire may rage around you, but you feel protected by the gentle blue flames licking your body inside. The stomach liquid softly bubbles, and you feel as if you're relaxing in a hot bath. You know that there is no safer place to be than here, protected by the ferocity of the creature holding you.

(BONUS) Ice Elemental: Like the earth elemental, this creature's body is heavy and unyielding. However, the creature's core could not be more soft. You find yourself in a den of velvety snow that keeps you warm for the same reason an igloo does. You can even sculpt and mold the walls as you like, with more snow immediately taking its place. This creature loves to protect travelers who wander too far into the tundra.

#zan writing #bruh i wrote this at 5:30am in a haze of consciousness #safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #vore talk #vore prompts #monster vore #are elementals monsters #idk LOL #v0re #tw vore

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makothegayyburrito · 26 days

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Vore prompts: #4

I just think it would be cute, like, if preys had jobs where they were basically they provide comfort/support services to preds with bad anxiety and or depression. Like, the prey would have a little vest that read (on duty/on the job) when they volunteered for their job to be nommed as a way to give preds a bit of anxiety relief. Like, for preds that like to have a little more comfort and the small weight of some one within them to help them through their daily stresses. Any easy job but great results

✨Service Snacks✨

#sfw vore #g/t vore #gt vore #safe vore #vore prompts #vore ideas #soft vore #size difference #sfw v0re #extreme cuddling

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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Your voice sounds so cute as it echoes inside me... it only makes me want to keep you in longer than we promised...I love holding you so close...

Oh.~ I really can't get this feeling from anyone else.

#vore prompt #luckyshot stupidly writes #I don't know why this came to me #But it do be here #v.ore #soft vore #v/ore #v.0re #v/0re #vore prompt?#fluff vore

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dingbatnix · 8 months

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Oof, poor Punz. Eventually he'll figure out that it's probably safe : )

Also, if Punz really was against Dream and the others were accusing/attacking him, Dream wouldn't defend Punz, because the others would be diverting the attention on Dream. Doing this proves that they're working together, buuuut none of the others have really stopped to think about it. They're too much in shock : D

Taglist: @brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @giant-tiny-squid I'm putting you here cause it's your ask, technically:)

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nobodywritingao3 · 4 months

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unnamed monster & caretaker au

Tasked with feeding and caring for the king's resident monster, Tommy is constantly overworked and fully expects to die before he's twenty. He has an odd relationship with the beast and makes it a point to keep details about himself private, but it's difficult when the creature is the closest thing in the world he has to a friend.

wordcount: 2.3k 🕸 read it on AO3

CW: - hard vore mention - soft vore mention - mentioned abuse and dehumanization

‼️‼️‼️ Unfinished, unedited one shot. Proceed with caution

@gracideaviolet sent me a writing prompt and this is what i originally wrote for it. i like the concept but i wrote this at a not-good time and when i reread it, i didnt like the quality enough to fix it. if you like this story, let me know cuz that might give me motivation to properly finish this thing. feel free to take the idea but please credit and send it to me cuz i like this story and wanna see what someone else does with it

Tommy finished loading the cart and took a second to breathe.

He heard the beast shifting around in the dark. "Are you doing okay out there, Sunshine?"

Despite his tiredness, the sweet nickname made him smile.

"You know you eat a lot? It's a pain in the ass to load myself."

He meant it as a joke but silence hung in the air a second longer than it should have.

He cleared his throat. "I don't mind it. I'm compensated."

The beast snorted. "Not enough."

Tommy laughed awkwardly and didn't say anything.

He walked over to the control panel and started up the track.

The cart was big enough to fit a barn, and filled to the brim with various livestock, prisoners of war, and whoever else might have found themselves on the king's hit-list. Nothing sent to the monster was alive. It was a point the monster whined about a lot, but Tommy much preferred it that way. It was already disgusting having to spend hours upon hours piling the cart with bloody meat (sometimes human!) by himself, and the day he was handed a living person would be the day he faked his death and fled the kingdom.

He pressed a few buttons, tried not to cut himself on several rusty levers, and the rail obediently started itself up with a few revs and puffs.

The beast hummed contentedly at the noise.

The cart began to run along the track, disappearing from his view and descending into the inky black cave. He heard the gate creak open and he heard it creak close. And then he heard the beast begin to eat.

They weren't nice sounds by any stretch of the imagination - ugly rips and wet squelches of flesh - but Tommy had been at the job for a while and was long used to it. He settled in and waited for the creature to finish its meal.

"So how was your day, Keeper?"

Tommy hummed. "About the same as it always is. My master told me that the king will be coming in soon for a performance review, but I've no idea when that might be."

The beast paused its munching before hesitantly starting again a moment later. "I - why?"

He shrugged, assuming the monster could see him from the dark. "Something about me holding down this job the longest out of anyone before."

"Hm."

"I don't understand why that would intrigue the king. And no offense to you personally - "

"Uh huh," the monster sarcastically interjected -

" - but this isn't exactly the career path I'd have chosen. If I knew how to transfer I probably would have. Honestly - I have no idea how the others could have quit this job. I was under the impression that this is the sort of thing you do until you die."

It laughed at that.

Tommy sighed.

He was quiet for a few moments, a question sitting heavy on his tongue.

He shouldn't ask. It's impolite.

The monster shifted around. "Spit it out."

He gave the darkness an accusatory look. "I don't know what you're talking about."

There was a huff of laughter. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're doing that thing where you want to say something but are worried about what I'll think. It would be adorable if I wasn't desperate for decent conversation."

"Fuck you." He said it with a smile.

"Well? Are you going to say or not?"

He scrubbed at his face. Fuck it. "What were your other keepers like?"

The beast went silent for several long moments.

Shit. "You don't have to answer if you - "

"I didn't much care for them."

Tommy didn't say a word.

"The feeling was mutual." It sighed heavily. "You're a much better replacement, Sunshine."

"I'm sorry for asking."

The beast purred. "Don't be, dear. I pressed you. And I don't mind answering." It jostled the cart. "And I'm done eating."

Tommy nodded and powered up the control panel again. The cart began to recede.

It appeared from the darkness, picked completely clean and shiny as if it never been covered in blood at all.

It scared him a little, how quickly the monster could eat such a large amount, but he dismissed those thoughts as easily as they came. When would that ever affect him?

He checked the clock. He still had a few hours before he had to report back. "Do you mind if I stay with you longer?"

The monster laughed conspiratorially. "Oh, but that's against the rules," it said in a high mockery of his voice.

He flushed.

He had been terrified of the monster when they first met. He gave any excuse to leave the beast as soon as he could, including that the rules specified that spending unnecessary time with it was prohibited. That was true, but no one would have known if he chose to linger. In hindsight, it had been terribly obvious how afraid he was and he's only embarrassed that the monster pretended to believe him.

"You're the worst."

"And you still want to spend time with me?"

Tommy blew a raspberry at the darkness, earning a few laughs.

It was comfortably quiet for a few seconds before the monster spoke again. "Why are you curious about my old keepers?"

He tugged at his fingers. "Do you know how I ended up here?"

"You never talk about it."

He frowned. "And I never will," he responded coldly. It never gave up asking. "But do you know, generally, how someone ends up working this kind of job?"

The monster was quiet. "Yes."

Tommy didn't say anything for a minute. "The king is very angry with me. I don't want to see him again. However the other keepers escaped..." He shook his head. "I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying. If the king requests an audience with me, it isn't for any good reason."

When the king acquired his monster, he hired out help to feed the thing and keep it under control. He made sure the beast ate lavishly, but now matter what they fed it, it never seemed like to satiate the creature. But it hadn't died of starvation and that was good enough. When its caretakers started to disappear, it wasn't difficult to guess what happened.

But acknowledging the problem would mean addressing it too, and the king simply didn't care. In the end, he realized he had the perfect way to quietly do away with those he needed gone. He sourced this job, with its one hundred percent rate of 'job abandonment' to political adversaries or people growing affluent enough to take his throne.

Which takes him to the present day, and a rather interesting problem.

When some servant boy had spilled a bottle of red wine down his front during a gala several years prior, the king had been so angry that he threw the child in a dungeon and left him there. When the monster's then-keeper inevitably disappeared, the king came to the boy and grimly informed him of his punishment.

He hadn't expected the child to last more than a couple of days. He'd even picked out his replacements.

But lo and behold, the boy remained present at his job post for a week. And then that week became several, and those several became months, and those months became a year and a half.

The king couldn't understand why it hadn't eaten him yet. He was fifteen at this point, certainly the youngest to feed the monster. Was it waiting for him to grow up? Did it want to watch him sprout up before it made its attack? It was perfectly sentient, and the king knew this even though he denied it upfront. Shouldn't the monster trust that the sooner it finished its current keeper, the sooner he would be replaced by another?

Had there been someone who had managed to bring this creature to subservience? If so, then the king took special interest.

And if not, then it was long overdue that the servant boy be put to death.

Being a human's lapdog wasn't a dignified experience, but it was a fed one. Driders were megafauna, making it hard to get enough food. It certainly didn't help that the human kingdom believed everything was its rightful property and saw driders as a threat to them owning more than they could eat.

Wilbur certainly didn't enjoy his life, and he was almost always hungry anyway, but at least he was alive.

He lived in a dungeon below the castle, but he wasn't sure what a castle was and he barely understood the concept of a dungeon. He hadn't seen the sunshine in years, and his keeper was his only company.

He liked his keeper. The boy was kind. He didn't threaten to pee in Wilbur's food or throw rocks at him. He asked him how his day was, and even made it a point to handle the meat carefully as he transported it into the cart. He seemed lonely, and made up excuses to stay. He was a cute little thing, and Wilbur wanted to stick him into his brooding pouch and keep him there.

The cart rolled into Wilbur's enclosure, and he greedily snatched it up and began to eat.

His keeper sat at a table in the light.

Wilbur finished his food in a few seconds and toyed with the cart. He always made it seem as if it took him longer to eat than it did.

"Do you have a family?"

The boy froze at the question. "Why do you ask?"

Wilbur pouted even though he knew he couldn't be seen. "We've known each for so long. I don't even know what your name is. Can't I know just a little?"

His keeper awkwardly laughed, fidgeting with his fingers. "Oh... I guess you're right."

Wilbur's heart leapt.

"I don't have a family."

"Oh." Shit.

"Yeah."

What was he supposed to say?

"I don't have a family either."

His keeper peered into the darkness. "What are you?"

Wilbur smiled. He skittered to the bars of his cage and leaned against them, towering over the boy, though he had no idea. "Would you like to play twenty questions?"

"You're so lame, seriously, what are you? I don't even know what you look like."

I could show you, he wanted to say.

Coming out of his cage was easy. The king assumed it could hold him but no one actually checked. And aside from his keeper, no one had been in his dungeon for years. In reality, the bars had long been bent open and Wilbur could get out whenever he pleased.

It wouldn't be difficult to come through the bars and present himself to his keeper. Pick the little figure up in his hands and take him into his cage with him.

When he'd eaten his previous keepers, they'd always been replaced. If he captured his current keeper and stored him away in his brooding pouch, then he'd never be lonely again.

It was tempting.

"That's probably for the best," he said. He stepped away from the bars of his cage and curled up on the floor.

He liked his keeper. He wanted him to be happy. Just because Wilbur was stuck in a cage didn't mean he had to be as well.

"Do you think I'd be scared of you?"

Wilbur looked down at himself, at his large stature and eight legs. His fangs came down to his mid chin. "I think you'd be terrified, dear."

His keeper smiled. "I don't think so. I have a suspicion that you're just harmless."

His heart melted. Oh stars, he wanted to eat this kid.

He massaged his aching brood pouch. "You're sweet, Sunshine."

The cart was left in his cage while he was sleeping. He woke up confused, spying it in the corner of his enclosure and wondered why he'd been fed overnight. Where was his keeper? His mind jumped to the worst conclusions.

He found him inside the cart. Bound and gagged and looking terrified beyond all reason.

"Oh, Sunshine," he murmured.

His words had the opposite intended effect, his keeper starting to panic and writhe at the sound of his voice.

"Hey, hey... Calm down, okay? I'll get you out of there." He reached into the cart and picked him up in his hand.

Despite the circumstance, his heart soared. This was the closest they'd ever been.

The figure was tiny in his palm, and still struggling.

Wilbur quickly undid his bounds, being mindful of his sharp claws against the human's body. As soon as his hands were free, he was clawing at the gag around his mouth.

"Don't eat me! Please, do not eat me..."

Wilbur's stomach dropped.

"What? Sunshine, why would I eat you?"

The boy continued to sob.

Wilbur cupped him to his chest and headed towards the bars of his enclosure. He expertly clambered through and came out the other side, his skin exposed to the light for the first time in more than a year.

"Dear? Can you talk to me?" He stroked his head with his thumb and brought him eye level. "Why were you in my feeding cart?"

His keeper stared at him in shock, and it was then that he remembered his keeper had never truly seen him before.

A hot wave of embarassment and self consciousness overtook him.

He awkwardly set his little human on his table and receded back into his enclosure.

"Sunshine?" He prompted once back in his cage. "Are you..."

"Could - could you get out the whole time?"

Wilbur's mouth went dry. "I - well, yes, I could but - "

His keeper stumbled off the table and hit the ground with a nasty sounding crack.

Wilbur sprang to his claws and scrambled forward. He popped his head out between the bars and stared down at his little keeper. "Are you okay?"

The human stared up at him with terror on his face and scrambled backwards, running for the door.

"Shit, shit, wait, I'm sorry! Please stay, please, Sunshine - "

The door slammed behind him with a resounding crack and Wilbur flinched backwards.

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i used to love drider aus back in 2020 🕷️🕷️🕷️

just a freaky little guy whose half dude and half Fear. potential off the charts.

my tag list got lost when my computer was annihilated (</3) but let me know in replies if you want to get @'d and i'll make a new one

oh yeah link to the writing prompt and story i did fill out

#nobody answers #nobody writes #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #giant!wilbur #tiny!tommy #drider!wilbur #human!tommy #vore mention #writing prompt #unfinished writing #gracideaviolet

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