How to make a character stay interesting during digestion?

[spanxthanx]

Characters usually become interesting when they have conflicts with each other. But in order to have a meaningful conflict you need to be able to affect the other party somehow, as far as I understand. (Maybe there are other ways to have conflicts?) When one character has become incapacitated I generally find that the plot starts thinning, maybe drag out the digestion a bit, but then the story is done. Is there any way a protagonist could keep protaging from a disadvantaged position? Of course if a character doesn't become completely incapacitated in the belly then there might still be a conflict if for instance the prey gives the pred indigestion. But what I'm wondering is if there is a way for a completely dominated character - at least in a physical sense - to have a conflict with the dominating party. Maybe not anything physical, but some other kind of conflict.

I can think of a few possible conflicts between a completely (physically) dominated and completely dominating party:
1. Information/Interrogation : The prey knows something that the pred wants to find out.
2. Gestures : The pred wants to force the prey to say something.
3. Verbal conflict : The pred wants to force the prey to admit something.

I'm not sure if it could work. Can any of you imagine a conflict between a dominated and dominating party? Do you know of any story where there was a conflict after incapacitation? Or maybe other stories where a physically weak character is strong somehow, and then some ideas about how that would translate into a vore scene. One book that comes to mind is Stephen Kings Misery. But I don't really know how that book would translate into a vore story.

[stearwing]

"Conflict = interesting" doesn't always apply, especially when it comes to porn.

Far as I'm concerned I find pretending that prey can change their fate to be rather pointless. If they do pull it off I've effectively been blueballed out of digestion and possibly disposal, if they don't it's unsurprising and trite.
And if it's about something other than survival - why? What greater priority would you have while literally melting alive?

[spanxthanx]

Well how about horrible pain? Or maybe something you care about, the life of others? When Stalin had decided to execute the head of the NKVD there were other concerns that were more important than life. Also in Stephen Kings book Misery some stuff happen that could be worse than death.

[empatheticapathy]

A prey who went in willingly doing their best to keep calm now that they're painfully dying and every survival instinct in them is freaking right out?

[spanxthanx]

A prey who went in willingly doing their best to keep calm now that they're painfully dying and every survival instinct in them is freaking right out?

An interesting idea, I don't think I've read any story with this element. What would the prey do, and what would that force the pred to do?

[Tetrahedra]

1. Information/Interrogation : The prey knows something that the pred wants to find out.

I think of your propositions, this one is the most interesting, because it has the most potential for tension as well as a back and forth shift in power between the two parties (which is rare after the prey has been eaten, right?). The pred could eat the prey, and then say "start talking," but the prey could say "if I talk, I won't be of any more use and there'll be no reason to barf me out," and so on. That could make for a pretty interesting back and forth.

[spanxthanx]

To me it's always a downer that the story seems to end right when it's getting interesting, I mean vore is my fetish but it's usually also the end of the stories that I like. Of course I still enjoy those stories, but wouldn't it be great if it was only the beginning? So I've been trying to figure out ways to make the story continue after digestion. And I'm thinking about capturing the soul of the victim.

This doesn't contain vore, because I'm gonna introduce that later. But it's a world where Hinduism is true except I dumb it down to only the Goddesses Shiva and Shauna. I want to know whether it's working. I'm trying to write a story without relying too much on dialogue, if you're wondering why there isn't any. Also I'm really bad at coming up with names, so M1 is the first male character referenced, M2 is the second and F1 is the first female character and so forth.

M1 stepped wrong, like most accidents it was a combination of several factors. He was carrying a stone up the construction set for the new temple while taking a turn, but someone had placed a bucket with plaster on the turn between the two platforms of the construction set. So far no problem and nothing out of the ordinary, the construction set was full of building materials, you just have to walk around it. But of course this bucket was placed in a narrow turn and when M1 was walking around it his foot accidentally bumped into a crate, but then he didn't notice that his feet got tangled into a rope. He feel and reached out to grab the guard rail, but he just missed it and now he was falling. As he fell his life passed before his eyes, he had many regrets. Maybe he shouldn't have been a construction worker, maybe he should have been an architect instead, or maybe even a totally different line of work. But he had become a construction worker because that was the job that was available in this town. He wished that he had been able to travel, maybe he could have had a better job, but his significant other lived in this town, so he was forced to become a construction worker. Likewise with all the other decisions in his life that he regretted. Sometimes one decision that he regretted could lead to another one, but usually it was other people in his life that lead him to decisions that he regretted. If it was possible to develop a depression in a few seconds, then he was having one now. He hadn't exactly been a happy person before he fell, just caught in the monotone of the rote of work. But now that his life was passing before his eyes he really was getting depressed, really badly depressed, in very short time but time had slowed down and he had time to think on his way to the ground. His body was turned toward the construction set and his hand was still reaching for a guard rail that it would never again touch. It was out of reach and slowly the distance was increasing. At first when he fell panic set in and he was hopelessly trying to reach for the guard rail as it slowly moved further away, already out of reach. But the deeper that his newfound depression set in the easier it was to watch the guard rail recede further out of reach. His hand was still reaching for the guard rail, but his mind had turned inward. His face still expressed the initial panic that he felt when he couldn't reach the guard rail, but beneath that panicked face he felt a calm acceptance. If it was possible to develop a depression and turn suicidal in the time it takes to fall to the ground, then he had done just that. And if it was clinically impossible, then it didn't matter, there was no choice to be made here. Just the slow decent to the ground that didn't require any action from him. Although the decent was actually quite fast, it only seemed slow to his sped up mind. He was close to the ground, still facing up toward the construction set. The panic on his face had been erased and replaced with stoic apathy. Then it hit him. Massive concussion, hemorrhage and a tiny fracture, the scalp on the back of his head ripped open when it was pressed between the weight of his head and the ground. He was dying, but not dead yet, but he knew he was dying and he was at peace.

F1 heard about the accident and was rushing to the scene, hoping desperately that the fall wasn't fatal. She couldn't imagine life without M1. She had been a Graber, but she had managed to Release in an early age, but she still had difficulties letting things go. At times she could get a little obsessed with people, but it was a problem she was working on and she had improved. In her next life she would no longer be a Graber and already she was technically no longer a Graber since she had Released. But it was always more difficult to deal with loss when it came suddenly and to someone who had been a Graber it was already more difficult to deal with loss anyway. F1 rounded the corner of the last block before the temple yard, some people had gathered in a ring by the construction set. She ran as fast as she could and found M1 on the floor. He was still bleeding, that was a good sign, dead people didn't bleed. She tried to find more signs of life, she got down to the ground to look closer, trying to hope M1 back to life. Life seemed to be receding fast, so she tried to hope even faster, blaming herself for not having run faster so that she could have started hoping against that which was bad faster. Now that her legs no longer hurted from running her heart was hurting worse from not having run faster, maybe she could have hoped against M1 closing his eyes if she had been here before he closed them. Maybe if she had got here before he had bled that much she could have hoped for him to stop bleeding before he lost so much blood. She was hoping that M1 had fell from the lowest floor of the construction set, although the damage looked so bad it was hard to hope for a mere 3 meter fall. But that just meant she had to double her hoping efforts. She knew that hoping would be hopeless after M1 died, so she had to hope quickly so he could come back to life. Hoping hurt her heart, but soon she would be over the hump and M1 would start improving, and once he started improving hoping would be easier. She could see it, everything would be fine. Then they could do all the things they used to do. Dinner with friends, the beach, the park, their chestnut tree. But the damage was too bad, and hoping is no remedy. It is merely a psychological defence mechanism that actually doesn't accomplish anything at all. Life is a strong force, but so is death and when it claims someone there is nothing one can do. F1 started realizing that it was hopeless, she could feel that M1 was leaving the world. She leaned in closer to try to preserve as much as she could, against hope. The ring of people surrounding them started to disperse to give them some peace, realizing that there was nothing that could be done at least they could let her mourn in peace. M1 was their work body, but next of kin always took precedence.

Some of the construction workers went in the temple to fetch the priest. The temple was dedicated to the Goddess Shiva, the Goddess of Greater Release. M2 followed the construction workers out. The spire that they were working on was a new addition to the temple dedicated to the star Sirius, it was believed to increase the efficiency of the temple with 70\30% and the temple served an important role in not just the society but also in the greater metaphysical existence beyond it. A 70\30% increase in the efficiency of the temple would be really important, Shiva was the most important of all the Goddesses and it was paramount to increase the efficiency of the temple dedicated to Shiva. No expenses were spared even when it came to making a modest improvement in the efficiency of the temple, but 70\30% was a huge improvement indeed. Still it was regrettable when people died, but those are the vagaries of workplace fatality statistics and the priorities made between expenses on workplace safety and the cost of more additions to the infrastructure of the Administration of the Empire. The most important thing to do when someone died was to celebrate Shiva and dispose of the body, albeit expressed in a slightly more ceremonious way, but M2 knew all about the ceremony it took to appease berieved loved ones under these circumstances. He knew that not all people could strive for the perfection of a priest of Shiva, but at least he could lend them his presence in a time of need. The temple of Shiva celebrated both sex and death, an aspect of Release, M2 walked past some bedrooms and a pool room on his way from his study to the front of the temple. Outside the door the construction workers led him left around the corner and when he made it around the corner to were the woman was straddling apostrate over the dying construction worker amidst awkward looks from his work buddies he instinctively pulled back like from a hot stove and hissed Shauna! as he retreated around the corner of the temple. The Goddess Shauna the non existent, the Goddess of Greater Grab was the opposite of the Goddess Shiva. The Goddess Shauna didn't exist, yet she did exist in a way that only a priest trained in the finer points of metaphysical dual reality could understand. For the pions it sufficed to know that Shauna was very dangerous indeed, yet not dangerous at all, yet due to the prior it was necessary to invest great effort into administering Release. Shauna was the reason we needed Shiva, yet the opposite is also true but that was a finer point of metaphysical dual reality that most people didn't understand. M2 composed himself and pulled the jewel incrested gold chain statuette-necklace from under his priests shroud. It portrayed Shiva and was imbued with metaphysical power, the kind of power that was usually very limited for people between birth and death, it played a larger role in the greater metaphysical reality between death and reincarnation.

When M1 hit the ground he knew he was gonna die, but he was at peace with that. He could leave the regrets behind and all of his decisions would be erased. It was not uncommon to get depressed before one died, although usually death came slower and the depression wasn't concentrated into a few seconds of slowed down excruciating suffering. Although the grunt was worse when condensed into a few seconds the short duration still made the suffering easier to bear than the suffering of a long disease. All things considered he was lucky not to have reached the guard rail, now far above him and even further away, out of reach forever. But the next life, reincarnation, was just within reach, all the decisions would be undone and the story would start anew. He had lived many prior lives, lives that he didn't remember when he was born, but now that he was approaching the greater metaphysical reality beyond the world between birth and death he was beginning to see the greater picture. As his soul was slowly leaving his dying body his depression was giving way, and soon it was away and the regret of bad decisions made in the past was replaced with the curiosity of decisions yet to be made, or even arrived at. He saw through the scattered light filling the atmosphere, into the clarity of the dark night in the depth between the stars and in that depth a vast expanse filled with countless stars. He could see Sirius, the star that the spire was dedicated to, but he could see beyond Sirius and yet more stars. He saw his life floating away, a rigid mesh of interconnected decisions. When he saw it that way he wondered why he had panicked and desperately reached for the guard rail back up on the construction set. But when he looked deep into the mesh of interconnected decisions that was his life he understood why he had reached for the rail, but now that he could see the greater picture he was glad he had missed it. His life was receding like a slow tide, maybe it actually happened faster but for him time had slowed. As his life was ebbing out it was replaced with emptiness, but not the emptiness of nothingness, the emptiness of a blank sheet of paper with nothing written on it yet filled with possibilities. As he opened up to the greater metaphysical reality he was filled with insights that would have taken him several years in priest school to understand. He understood that possibility was the dual counterpart to that which in daily talk was called just reality. But possibility and reality were really just different parts of the same phenomena. Possibility was just a reality that could yet be and reality was a temporary selection from several possibilities. But reality was continually getting wiped out and repopulated with a new selection of possibilities. By destroying the world Shiva created it, by trying to preserve the world Shauna seeks to make it disappear. Beyond that lay an even deeper insight, further understanding of which requires the death of a Goddess or lesser Goddess. When M1 laid on the ground he could feel life slowly receding away and he started to perceive the soul. The soul was the blank sheet of paper that got filled with the lives that people lived. The soul would reincarnate, but everything that was written on it would be lost. A loss that M1 was welcoming. M1 could also perceive the souls of people standing around him and he saw that they were filled with life, Things that they had to do, obligations, expectations, desires - sometimes their own, sometimes those of other people they tried to accommodate. He could see the burden of those lives, heavy burdens that would be really depressing if you could feel it. But he also saw how the structure of those lives held up that burden in such a way that the person bearing it couldn't feel it. The expectations that life and other people put on you was a burden, but it also provided you with the motivation to bear that burden, seemingly without feeling it. But when that mesh of life suddenly came crashing down the weight was excruciating. People who died slow deaths of some disease would let go of one piece at a time, and the weight of one piece wasn't that heavy. He looked closer into the lives standing around him and he could see details. He saw someone who had to go home to eat dinner after the work day, the hunger was the motivation, the food was the obligation. He saw that as long as one is hungry one won't see the food as an obligation, but in the terminology of his newfound insight it was. That was something that he could have learned if he had decided to study to become a priest, that he understood as much, and even more, now was of no use. But then again even use itself was of no use. Use always had context, food had use in the context of hunger, transportation had use in the context of distance. Use, or purpose, was the strings that tied together various aspects of peoples lives, usually the lives of several people and when one lives through one of those lives the various parts can seem indispensable because they are connected to other things. But seen from outside one realizes that there is nothing that connects the whole mesh to anything else, the whole thing could just be thrown away without regret. If the whole world ended in the blink of an eye no one would mourn. But when an individual dies only a part of the mesh is ripped apart. M1 looked at the essence of pain, the pure concept of pain, and wondered why the great Goddess Shiva had ordained that pieces of the mesh should be ripped apart and then replaced. Why not just throw the whole mesh away and start anew, if the world renewed itself by being wiped out every once in a while then no one would mourn. But then he saw that the replacement pieces didn't look the same as the pieces that got ripped away, the replacement always fit differently than the piece ripped away. Over the course of one generation the difference wouldn't be huge, but over the course of several generations the gradual replacement process would lead to technological evolution and even to biological evolution, albeit much more slowly. Pain was a necessary part of the process of choosing new realities from the possibilities. Destroying parts of the world lead to renewal and gradual adaptation and the whole world was the result of gradual adaptation, every species of animal or plant, every social construct and society, every technological process. The world changes, and thus exist, outside the context of change there is no meaning to existence. If the strings connecting the various parts of reality became so strong that they couldn't break, then reality would cease to change and without change time would be meaningless and without time there wouldn't be any difference between the world that is just about to be wiped out and the world that isn't. M1 considered that hypotheticality. It wasn't really a possibility because it lay outside the broader realm of reality known as possibilities because such a situation could only come about due to a decision made on a higher level. Things would never stop changing, at least not within the context of the greater metaphysical reality that he had gained insight into. But beyond that greater metaphysical reality lay an even greater metaphysical reality and he couldn't begin to comprehend that one, he didn't even know if it lay within the realm of comprehension the way he understood it. But what if the world stopped changing and turned into a still image of something good. What if the world was brought through Fortune into a state of no suffering and then frozen? Then the world would be the still image of something good, what would it matter that nothing changes if everything is good? Of course it would be pointless to freeze the world in the stage of unicellular life, but perhaps in a state where everything is good enough? But how do you decide what is good enough? He could see far into the future and then sense that there was something he didn't comprehend. All the insight came to him easily since it was no longer being filter through the realities of his life. Without realities it was easier to see the much greater possibilities, the dual counterpart of realities. His soul would be cleansed from all the decisions of his life, whether good or bad and when that had happened he would be someone else and start anew. He would forget about his past lives and lose his newfound insight about the greater metaphysical reality. He could feel himself being Released from the expectations of the world, his own expectations too but mostly those of others. He didn't get home for dinner tonight, cause he had no need for energy, cause he wasn't going to work tomorrow and he didn't need to go to work cause he wasn't gonna eat. And he didn't need to live in this city anymore, or know anyone. He felt Released. His work buddies would miss him, but they would get over it. He was about to get ready to reincarnate, but then he felt something Grabing him. Something that wanted him to go to dinner with their friends, or go to the park to have a picnic at their chestnut tree. Those desires starting pulling him together again, bits and pieces of him were being Grabed by a strong will. But that will wasn't his own, in order to have a will you need to live, and he was dying. It was F1s will Grabing him. As long as you lived the will of your life pulled at your soul and personality and prevented you from being reincarnated, but he didn't have a will of his own anymore, he didn't have any desire to keep living. But F1 desperately wanted him to keep living, to stay there for her. Suddenly the clarity of the stars disappeared, he could no longer see Sirius. He lost his grasp of the finer points of metaphysical insight. His vision blurred, not to the point that he couldn't make things out, but back to the vision that he had when he lived. And his depression returned, the burden of all the expectations and obligations, but this time without the supporting force of a desire of his own that helped make the burden seemingly weightless. He felt F1 Grabing his soul from his lifeless body into her soul. He felt more and more restricted the more she grabbed. But not restricted in the sense that he realized that he had been when he had been living in his own body, but restricted far worse than that. Restricted without any will of his own while being Grabed by the strong will of someone else. He realized that he wasn't being sucked into F1s body, his was being sucked into F1s soul. He wouldn't get to reincarnate when her body eventually died, she would reincarnate and he would still be trapped inside her. He would feel an excruciating depression, but it wouldn't last for mere seconds or minutes but for several lifetimes without an end in sight.

F1 could feel the pain in her heart relenting a bit. Even if M1 died he would still be with her somehow, in spirit if not in body. She didn't quite understand the implications of that, she just felt that she would be able to preserve M1 somehow inside her heart. When a loved one dies you always discover that you regret that you didn't spend more time together while you still had time, especially when it's a sudden death. A picnic in the park could be fun on a sunny summers day, but the thought of having to go alone hurt F1, but now all of a sudden she felt like she didn't have to go alone. She would always have M1 with her, but it wouldn't quite be the same. She felt a kind of calm, like she no longer risked to lose anything, M1 was dying but she didn't feel like she was losing him. She had always had difficulties letting people go, she was the clingy type who could obsess about people. She was surprised at how easily she took the death of M1. One day back when she was a child a priest of Shiva had explained to her that it's important to let people go, she had always had a problem with that, except now she felt at peace. She looked at the temple park and saw a squirrel, she didn't like squirrels but M1 used to think their fluffy tails were cute. He would always point out that they had cute tails if one passed by while they were having a picnic in the park. This squirrel had an extra fluffy tail, fluffier than most, in fact she didn't remember ever having seen anyone this fluffy in the park, this one looked like it was friends with a balloon. She already missed the picnics in the park, they would never again have a picnic in the park. She thought back on those picnics and wished this squirrel had showed up in the park. It was so fluffy muffy. Her own thought startled her for a while, she never said fluffy muffy, that was M1s expression. Perhaps this was what it was like when a loved one died, a part of them lived on inside you, in your heart. But it wouldn't be the same, she wished that she would hear M1 say fluffy muffy, not just imagine him saying it. But then again her wishes and hoping hadn't prevented M1 from dying, they sure wouldn't bring him back. Suddenly she felt guilty about thinking of squirrels when M1 had just died, did she really want him to come back just so he could say fluffy muffy? She thought about it for a while and then she decided that yes, she did! And then the strangest thing happened, when she decided that she really did want to hear him say it just one more time she actually heard it! She wondered whether she just imagine it, but then she realized that hearing transcends the distinction of imagination and reality. Whatever you hear you hear somehow, of course whether it was sound coming into your ears or just your own brain that caused you to hear it is another matter, but one way or another she did hear M1 say fluffy muffy. And whether it was real sound or not it sure sounded real. Once she had tried to get M1 to say fluffy bunny cause she thought bunnies were fluffier, she hadn't been able to make him say it, he could be quite stubborn, and now she would never be able to make him say it. Then she felt guilty about thinking about something like that. But she really had wanted him to say it and now she would never be able to hear him say it, she regretted that she hadn't pushed him harder, she would never get another chance. But she wished she could go back in time and force him to say fluffy bunny and then it happened again, she heard him say fluffy bunny. Or at least she thought she heard him, because he would never say that. But she did hear it. She wondered whether she was going insane, then she decided she would rather be insane than sane and depressed anyway. It felt like she could hear him speak whenever she somehow decided to. She had to wish for him to speak and then she could hear him. She wondered whether it really was him, but decided after a while that it couldn't be, it had to be her imagination. She decided to test whether it was him by wishing him to say stuff that she knew for sure he would never say hoping that she would fail to do so. She was hoping that it somehow was M1 she was hearing, but when she heard his voice say fluffy flower she was sure it couldn't really be him, it was just her imagination. He would never say fluffy flower after she explained to him what it meant.

[stearwing]

Holy fuck, spoiler that textwall, would you please.