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Meeting Milotic (Milotic Vore)‘Must keep running, I can’t afford it, I don’t to afford it. Not this time, anyway.’ Was all that jumbled in my mind as I continued to dash down the narrow path of Pinwheel Forest. A group of Plasma grunts were after me, but all I did was free a Pokémon from their new scheme: Hypnotizing Pokémon with some sort of smell. “Stop right there Pokémon thief!” one of the grunts commanded to me. “Never will I listen to your commands!” I responded, wiping some sweat off of my forehead. Wrapping my arm part way around one of the brown tree trunks, I dashed down one of the broader pathMeeting Milotic (Milotic Vore) by ~Icedvore
Jerry's last straw (alternative)Warning: Contains vore. Don't like it? Don't read it.Jerry's last straw (alternative) by ~Icedvore
“Serperior, use Leaf Tornado!” I commanded to my star Pokémon. The Serperior lifted its tail high, swirling it in a circular motion. Before long, leaves swirled around its tail like a real tornado. With a small flick, the tornado of leaves went spiraling at the enemy. “Samorott, dodge it!” our rival commanded. The leaves were too quick for him, because next thing I knew, he was tossed to the ground. ‘Fainted by Serperior's Leaf Tornado’ I thought to myself as I had beaten my rival for the last time. Jerry was really furious, as he walked up to me,
Seviper's personal snackWarning: This story contains a Seviper I do not own devouring a human I also do not own.
Jacob was an average 12 year-old boy. His family lived in an average neighborhood in an average town. One day, he decided to take a stroll in the forest. He wore a white t-shirt and black jeans. His parents weren’t home, so he scribbled down a note saying where he went. He stuck his feet into a pair of sneakers, tied them up, and left the house.
To get to the woods, he had to cut over a number of backyards, carefully making sure no one saw him cross their yard. He remembered once or twice he was caught crossing yards. This time, he made it across wi
Saving a friend (Lucario vore)Warning: Contains a female lucario voring down a boy human
One fine morning, Jackson was walking through an old park. One part was as filthy and as messy as anyone could imagine: Trash lay where a swimming pool used to be. The swings and see-saw were rusted. Pieces of old moldy bread and cheese lay where a basketball could’ve been. Glass bottles were lying in a pond. Broken pieces of glass laid everywhere, and some seagulls were beginning to fight over it. “Oh, man,” Jackson said as he continued to walk through the park. An old piece of rope (surprising blending well) was lying where Jackson was walking. Not seeing the rope,
Oshawott Vore (requested)Warning: May contain Vore. Not a fan? Move on!
“YYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH” was the sound of the little Axew as he ran towards a big boulder, hoping to remove it from the path that blocked the Lostern forest on route 16. Unfortunately, he tripped over a little pebble, and tumbled into the boulder, not even making a little bit of chipped rock fall off. He sat there, alone, with his head hurting madly. He wasn’t used to the bustling of Nimbassa city. He more overly preferred a quiet place, like a cave. The thought of a cave made memories come into his eyes, and he sat there, tears starting to fill his eyes. He wanted to cry so