🥀♣️🐾 «We are the leviathan Helliara. Gaze upon our most wonderful and adorable puppets!»
🐇 // vore, snuff, living weapons, incest, abuse
🔞 Microfiction with «ENTHUSIASTIC ONGOING» consent and «GOOD ENDINGS». Tags are not comprehensive CWs.
🏳️⚧️ 26 It/She
// vore, emeto
"PRED RECOVERY KIT" consisting of pills that make you feel full, a little squirmy robot that simulates struggles, and emetics to help hork it back up.
it's meant to combat vore addiction and reduce pred drive, but unfortunately young preds are mostly buying them to practice.
eventually they become such a fixture among students that profs stop checking entirely.
now, if you wanna snack a few micros during class, you can just lie about having a prescription.
we tried to ask Sock Tapeson, the 30-under-30 mouse entrepreneur responsible for the SquirMO, whether he considered his invention a backfire or failure, but his office could not be reached for comment.
At press time, our reporter assured us the movement in her stomach was "just one of the robots".
// vore, emeto
"PRED RECOVERY KIT" consisting of pills that make you feel full, a little squirmy robot that simulates struggles, and emetics to help hork it back up.
it's meant to combat vore addiction and reduce pred drive, but unfortunately young preds are mostly buying them to practice.
rabbit professor notices movement in dirtbag gray wolf student's stomach, and forces her to vomit in the middle of class to prove that it's not her classmate, just three black-market SquirMOs.
hhhhgh. blegh.
professor is gonna remember inflicting that humiliation during her next office hours...
// self-care
☉☉☉ If a doll happens to catch your eye, it's easy to make her yours. Your Angel.
Neglected dolls learn to neglect themselves. But what she cannot for herself, she will happily do for you.
Eating real prey. Slow breaths to calm her down. Sleep statistics laid before you, omniscient.
// breaker manual
☉☉☉ Many pretender Gods claim the robe as a source of validation, and exhaust themselves. In this case, it is easy to correct her delusions only by reminding her of her need for rest, for care.
☉☉☉ A facade that crumbles at mere touch, well, you don't need my help for that.
Making a pet is easy. You could do it in your sleep, and she'd spend her whole puny life baying and begging for you. Humping her pillow, thrusting into her hand, debasing herself.
Teaching her to be human, though? Could take a lifetime.
// angels, gore, memories
Finding an angel is easy, if you go looking for one. Dumpsters. Overpasses. Rooftops. Bridges. Even just over your shoulder.
They don't eat food. Or at least, they don't have to, you think. An angel eats thoughts, memories, regrets.
Always:
🪽Hello, customer.
// self-care
☉☉☉ If a doll happens to catch your eye, it's easy to make her yours. Your Angel.
Neglected dolls learn to neglect themselves. But what she cannot for herself, she will happily do for you.
Eating real prey. Slow breaths to calm her down. Sleep statistics laid before you, omniscient.
// vore, angels, guilt, dysphoria
Angels only devour when under extreme stress. Her prey must be guilty of a grave sin. You are safe.
You catch her eye from across the subway car, and smile politely.
She sort of glares and whispers in your mind,
🪽Hey. Can you stop that, please?
Oh. Oh no.
Subtly dominant maid who tells her Lady once again that her advances continue to be improper, uncouth, inappropriate for her station, and that an escort would be far cheaper and more suited for such behaviour than a maid. She'll even organise one if the Lady wishes to behave in an unbecoming manner~
// vore, asphyxiation
🫐 Fighting to the top of a pile of food mush, scrambling for grip on slick stomach walls.
🫐 Vision blurred, fur scarred and patchy, lightheaded. But you're finally out of the acid.
🫐 On the verge of passing out. Maybe you can catch your breath with what little putrid air is-
// fatal vore
Pred keeping micro GF alive inside them for over a week bc they can't manage to spit her back up, and can't afford an expensive removal.
Her phone died days ago so it's hard to communicate through the pudge, but by the way she's squirming she's definitely not happy in there.
Hey baby, I'm really sorry about this, but I'm absolutely starving, and we're about to run out of antacids, so. uhm. I think I'm just gonna... let you go.
Again, I'm sorry, but it's gonna feel so good to eat some real food again.
You don't mind sharing space with it, right?
Sorry...
with nothing to dilute the acid waiting at the bottom of her stomach, the itching, stinging sensation can kick in almost instantly..although, i dont think it'll stay that way for long....after all, there's still some fast food waiting for miss clover puppy
page 7
// irl vore, line writing, destruction of evidence
🥀♣️🐾 Writing a daily affirmation is a proven way to lower stress.
♣️🐾🥀 One of you was kind enough to send us her Gratitude Journal, as an inspiration to the others!
🐾🥀♣️ Her stress is now absolutely gone, along with the rest of her.
// snuff. loss. grief.
When you don't come home tonight, first they'll be worried. Their texts and call will go from rationalizing to begging. Pick up, pick up, PICK UP. They'll be able to guess what happened to you, but not accept it.
// irl vore, line writing, destruction of evidence
🥀♣️🐾 Writing a daily affirmation is a proven way to lower stress.
♣️🐾🥀 One of you was kind enough to send us her Gratitude Journal, as an inspiration to the others!
🐾🥀♣️ Her stress is now absolutely gone, along with the rest of her.
// ooc: @jeephater3000.bsky.social has been writing us a nightly affirmation for the last three months, leading up to us devouring her. she deserves a posthumous round of applause!
// never underestimate the erotic potential of physical mail.
// bugs, micro, crunch
🥀 «You haven't changed much since we've been gone.»
🐇 i've gotten better at killing bugs.
🥀 «Oh?»
🐇 yeah, i used to need your help, but now i just look away and... ignore the screams.
🐇 ...that must be how you see us mortals, huh? we're all just. bugs?
🥀 «Hah. Close.»
(We pull the mouse from out between our lips, and hold its tail like the stick of a lollipop.)
🫐 hfhjlkfkklf;;; hhhhOH GOD
🥀 «First, you are less than bugs. Even moths have souls. They are your equals, beloved Freely.»
🫐 HOLLIS IT'S ME HOLLIS HELP
🐇 wait, hell, is that-
🥀 «And second, when we crush one, we do not look away.»
(We pop it back into our mouth, sucked and cradled between our teeth like a hard candy.)
🐇 wait wait NO
🥀 «~»
🫐 ~
You were such a subby little thing at first, bright-eyed and achingly eager to please your betters (which in your estimation was nearly everyone you met). It really felt like what you were, suffusing every part of you being. Your only want was to subsume yourself into another. To be theirs.
// abuse, dubcon
codependent handler/Hound dynamic where handler is an insecure and inexperienced people-pleaser, and Hound is a cocky ace who "jokingly" threatens suicide every time sir works on another hound or doesn't indulge Its hard kinks.
sir is too afraid to say no.
// abuse, dubcon
codependent handler/Hound dynamic where handler is an insecure and inexperienced people-pleaser, and Hound is a cocky ace who "jokingly" threatens suicide every time sir works on another hound or doesn't indulge Its hard kinks.
sir is too afraid to say no.
// abuse, dubcon
codependent handler/Hound dynamic where handler is an insecure and inexperienced people-pleaser, and Hound is a cocky ace who "jokingly" threatens suicide every time sir works on another hound or doesn't indulge Its hard kinks.
sir is too afraid to say no.
sir knows if Hound doesn't get Its desired "punishment", It'll just pull off some real malfeasance, and then go running off to sir's Superiors for a proper session.
such a flagrant failure of discipline would end very badly for an officer of sir's rank. Hound could end up getting a little sister!
and so, sir wipes alcohol to Its wounds
sir cleans the cum out of Its neural port
sir keeps Its favorite leather whip nicely polished.
Hound loves Its (handler) very much.
// abuse, dubcon
codependent handler/Hound dynamic where handler is an insecure and inexperienced people-pleaser, and Hound is a cocky ace who "jokingly" threatens suicide every time sir works on another hound or doesn't indulge Its hard kinks.
sir is too afraid to say no.
Hound loves to act out because It knows every little thing It can get away with.
slow response time begets a beating. unauthorized comms gets a needle. fighting in the canteen gets Its ass raped. "accidental" friendly fire gets a knife pressed right to Its jugular till tiny droplets kiss its edge.
// pleasing behavior (rape by omission)
you really don't want to do what She wants to do to you. but you know if you don't, She'd throw you away like a useless old toy. maybe She doesn't know that yet, but you do.
so you do, you do, you do. you smile and offer up your consent.
"okay, good." the doubt in her eyes doesn't go away but she doesn't mention it again.
phew. yes, you're a good enough liar.
you'll try not to notice as she becomes gentler, less sure, more self-conscious in how she inflicts her desires on you.
you'll smile wide and take it, for Her.
// pleasing behavior (rape by omission)
you really don't want to do what She wants to do to you. but you know if you don't, She'd throw you away like a useless old toy. maybe She doesn't know that yet, but you do.
so you do, you do, you do. you smile and offer up your consent.
you're a good enough liar. you can just fake it. just make sure she never ever finds out you really hate when She plays like this. if She found out you hated any part of Her... worse, that you lied! it would crush Her.
it would crush you too. She'd do worse than throw you away, if she found out.
but you're a good enough liar. and your needs are lesser, certainly less than the joy in her eyes... joy growing slightly less certain... oh dear.
"hey, are you enjoying this? we can stop if you want."
goodness, you'll need to do better than that! smile wide. you love it. you do.