I'm A Vore
 
THE FOLLOWING IS ME MAKING FUN OF SOME COMMON VORE TROPES. IT IS NOT AN ACCURATE PORTRAYAL OF MY MEDIOCRE WRITING SKILLS, NOR IS IT MEANT WITH ANY MALICE. I USE HALF THESE TROPES IN MY WRITING.
 
Smuttina Regina was a tall woman, six foot two. She had huge boobs and thick hips that all the guys at school would look at as she walked by. She was 18 years old, so she was legal, but this story could still take place in high school. She had really long hair and thick lips and dressed like a slut because she liked the attention. Smuttina was a Vore. Everyone knew it, but they didn't care.
 
Meeka Shanty was really small an meek- everyone knew she was a prey. She had glasses she used to hide her face and was a big nerd. Her tits were smaller than Smuttina's, but they were still, like, pretty big.
 
One day Smuttina pulled Meeka aside after school.
 
"Hey babe. I'm gonna eat you now."
 
"Oh no!" Meeka yelled. And then Smuttina ate her.
 
Meeka squirmed and pushed, but somehow, once she had her hands in there was no escape.
 
"No!" Meeka yelled. She pushed at Smuttina's fat tits with her legs to try and get out, but to no avail. Smuttina's mouth was so strong from sucking so much dick and eating so many people that Meeka could never escape. Then she ate her arms. Despite the fact it was uncooked, unseasoned human skin that had gone however long without being washed, it tasted really, really good. Like, super good. Human skin. Delicious. Then she got to her clothes. They tasted really bad, unlike human skin, so she took them off. Somehow. When she got to Meeka's crotch she decided she might as well eat her out while eating her. If the author had any experience with vaginas he'd give an accurate description here, but he's writing vore fiction at 11 at night, so y'know.
 
Then Smuttina finally got to Meeka's feet. Clothes were okay, and entire human (bones and large intestine included) were fine, but shoes? Those were right out. So she took them off. Depending on if the author also has a foot fetish she may have licked them or something, I dunno.
 
Finally she was done. She burped really loud and farted really loud.
 
"The fuck, Sluttina."
 
"Okay first of all, my name's Smuttina, and second of all, I'm a vore, it's what happens."
 
"So what, just because you're a 'vore' our society deems it acceptable for you to eat people? Killing them in the process, of course."
 
"Oh yeah. It's just the way it is."
 
"How though?"
 
"What do you mean, 'how'?"
 
"I mean, how did our society okay this? This is pretty much just murder with some extra steps, and an obscure fetish thrown in. Actually, while we're on that, vore isn't a type of person, it's a fetish. You can't 'be a vore' any more than I can 'be a BDSM'."
 
"Okay wow, you're getting awful sassy for someone in a stomach."
 
"Oh shut up, you know I'm not running out of air until the author wants me to."
 
"You make a fair point. But I stilld on't really get your problem. This is just how society works."
 
"Okay, let's put aside the idea that some section of the populace has the ability to swallow people whole, which is kinda weird, like, biologically, and just look at logistics. Numerically, in order for "pred" to be able to eat more than, like, one person in their lifetime, there has to be like 4 prey for every one pred."
 
"'Pred'? 'Prey'? Where are you getting these words?"
 
"So we have a situation where a small minority of the population has the ability to kill, easily, the rest of the population. We're also going to presume that these 'vores' actively enjoy eating people. Enough that they value it over the life of another. How does the majority just let this happen?"
 
"I don't understand how I can even hear you talk if I ate you."
 
"I mean, why don't us prey just rise up and kill all the preds? Why aren't there people rioting on the streets? How can the majority just let this happen? People are xenophobic enough when there’s no actual threat posed, and preds are actively killing people. How is Vore possibly allowed?"
 
"Look, let's just drop the pretense that this world was created for anything but fetish work. The author wants me in a position where I can dominate you physically and socially, so he makes what I'm doing part of society. He, or she, likes vore a whole lot and thinks the idea of a place where it's normal is pretty sweet. Why try to apply logic to it all? What kind of supreme loser would go through the effort of making a setting with a well thought out and logical reason for vore to happen when he can just say "it happens"? No one reads this shit for the setting, they skip to the part with the eating, the digesting, or the shitting and they jack off."
 
"Fine. One question then."
 
"Sure."
 
"What if I have to poo?"