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Zoroark woke early next morning, and put his hands to his belly, feeling his new friend Flareon shift slightly in her sleep. He smiled and sat up, careful not to move her to much as he crawled across the room and into the hallway. He turned left at the end of the six foot long hall, and stopped at the basin of the pool. He clutched his stomach, and heaved, applying pressure to his stomach. His stomach tightened, and Flareon slowly traveled back up his gullet. Flareon woke as her head re-entered Zoroark's maw, and smiled. "Good morning, Zoroark..." She said, to which Zoroark licked her face. Sud
The Fires of Friendship
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Danny the cyndaquil sat against his friend Lickitung's round belly as they relaxed along the large lake of Shroud Forest. Danny looked up to see Lickitung's eyes closed, and poked his tongue to see if he was awake. When he didn't respond, Danny stood and stretched. Spending time with Lickitung was great, but he needed to stretch his legs and take a walk. Danny walked around the lake shore and looked for something to eat. Knowing Shroud Forest, there were bound to be berries somewhere close by. Danny slipped through a few bushes and climbed over
Buizel In The Box (Vore story) by FloatzelWriter, literature
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Buizel In The Box (Vore story)
The thunder clouds above you roared with anger. The random flashes of light startled you every time. You ran through the rain in hopes of finding some shelter. You look up at the sky to see that night had fallen long ago and that your parents were probably worried sick. The clothes you wear were soaked and the wind didn't help. The rain and the wind slowing you down and was eating away at your energy. As you continued to run you try to examen your surroundings. You were within a very thick forest and every tree created a shadow that made it harder to see. A small dirt path was all that you could follow, but because of all the shadows, i
Warning: This story contains soft vore, and is not suitable for all audiences. If you are offended by this or do not like vore, I STRONGLY advise you to not read on. Also note that this is the first vore story I have ever written and constructive criticism is much appreciated.
As a kid, you've always been someone who couldn't get enough of the outdoors. Any chance you had to go camping or just outside, you would take it. Everything from the smell of the flowers and local plant life, to the sounds of every Pokemon around you going on about their day was enjoyed immensely by you.
Today, you were going out on another routin
Lavender's Little Flame by llRagnarokll, literature
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Lavender's Little Flame
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Arbok/Lavender’s POV:
I was resting in the sunlight, coiled up tightly as I enjoyed the heat that the sun gave off. I suddenly heard the leaves to my right rustle slightly. I opened my eyes a little bit to see what was causing the disturbance. The leaves of a nearby bush moved back into place quickly as something retreated back into their depths.
This made me open my eyes fully. Raising my head from its resting position, I called out to whatever was there, ”Come out of there. I know you’re in there.” I say narrowing my eyes and getting into a fighting stance.
Cha
Buizel your way out of this one by PopGoesTheBuizel, literature
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Buizel your way out of this one
You yawned and sat up it was a typical chilly Route 209 morning. And sleeping in trees didn't do wonders for your back but unfortunately, being a Riolu, you were pretty much at the bottom of the food chain. Sleeping on the ground was out of the question, you had heard of Riolu's being picked off by bug Pokemon before, at least being in a tree you were out of reach from most Pokemon, well not Snake Pokemon but...
You stood up and began to lower your self off the branch but lost your footing and dangled helplessly from the upper reaches of the tree and then plummeting down towards the ground. Dazed, you pulled yourself up from the wet grass. Y
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It was a late Friday night, my window was open slightly, letting some of the cool outside air inside. “That breeze feels nice.” I thought, pulling a small blanket over myself, my eyelids beginning to droop.
“Still to early to go to bed…” I said looking at the time on my phone. It was 2:34 a.m. I heard something laugh at the back of my mind. I knew that I should be getting to bed, but this was going to be a weekend that I wouldn’t forget.
That is at least what I kept telling myself as I slowly pulled out my laptop and began to type up an essay that woul
Danny meets Fero - A dA Family Gift
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Danny the cyndaquil hurried down the cracked mountain path, the heavy rain and fog blinding him as he tried his best not to fall into one of the fissures or crevices along the craggy dirt and stone. He shivered, the freezing rain making his breath come out in white puffs. His foot caught in a crack, and he gasped as a stab of pain shut up his leg and forced him to the ground. Danny landed on his face, tears in his eyes, and he glanced back to see his ankle swollen.
Great. First he gets lost in Craggy Coast, next he almost joins his supplies at the bottom of
A Friend for Life (Buizel Vore) by TorchickenWings, literature
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A Friend for Life (Buizel Vore)
Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Donnic, age ten. Donnic lived in a small town located next to a vast forest. The town was peaceful, and not much happened outside of daily farming and trading. Donnic’s mother had left when he was young, and his father who took care of him was a career artist. He would often take his extravagant paintings to the local trade gatherings and return with a large bag of gold. Despite all the money they had, though, Donnic and his father lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of the town. Donnic had oftentimes asked his father why they didn’t get more luxurious living arrangements w