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VOREMON

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The journey continues! In our last episode, Blackwhite found a valley for our protagonists to hide all of the Pokémon they had rescued from the clutches of the Vore Lord's Tower Leaders, whilst Lucario told the story of his journey to break free from imprisonment in a tower of his own, and his defeat of Tower Leader Raichu. Now as our heroes begin construction of their new home, Charizard talks about his own life as he, Lucario and Dragonair wait for Umbreon to come with them on their adventure…

“Are you ready yet?” Lucario called out as Umbreon patted her “son” on the head.

“Almost!” She called back, slightly annoyed. “Okay baby, mommy's gotta go save the world, okay?”

“Say, “bye-bye” mommy.” Manaphy said, holding the little one in his stubby blue arms. The tiny Flygon waved goodbye at Umbreon.

“Ai-ai-mah.” He manged to get out.

“Ohhhh, he said his first words!” Umnbreon said proudly, placing a paw on her chest, tears springing to her eyes.

“This is humiliating to my ex-master…” Gardevoir said as she held up a fresh diaper.

“Shut up and keep them a-comin'.” Mew remarked.

“We can always use you as FERTILIZER!” Celebi sniggered.

“Ha-HA! Very funny!” Gardevoir muttered as Umbreon walked off after Charizard, Umbreon, Lucario and Dragonair, with Blackwhite leading the group, munching on an apple.

“So tell us more about your family.” Dragonair eagerly asked of Charizard.

Charizard rubbed the side of his head, sighing slightly. “Well, my dad, he was always funny. Chivalrous, full of stories, loved to talk a mile a minute. I think I mighta caught that from him, actually.” Charizard laughed, throwing his head back slightly.

“…” Umbreon looked a bit nervously at Charizard.

“Something wrong?” He asked softly.

“I'm sorry, I just…don't really trust fire types after what happened with Arcanine.”

“Wait…what Arcanine?” Charizard asked. Blackwhite, meanwhile, had stopped walking forward and his eyes were wide with horror as he raised a claw up to point at something ahead.

“It was a Tower Leader. He was…he was HORRIBLE.” Umbreon whispered. “An absolute monster. He called me “food” like it was my NAME and-”

“Oh f—k.” Charizard swore, folding his arms. “I KNEW he would do something like that. He just become a grunt, he became a tower leader? What a sell out! So…” He sighed sadly. “…so disappointing.”

“…he used to be a friend of yours?” Dragonair asked sadly.

“Used to, yeah. He was always somewhat of an asshole, but…I suppose power totally-”

“Guuuuuys?” Blackwhite called out.

Lucario turned his ehad, then “eeped”. “Oh CRAP.” He exclaimed.

There, before their gaze, was an assembly of various bones of different Pokémon all stitched together and tied up with skulls and…in some cases…SKINS. They flapped in the breeze, forming a giant tree that was reaching up to the heavens, dried blood matted on the skins.

“What's this thing?” Umbreon whimpered.

“I think…it's a warning to us from natives…from “wild-type” Pokémon.” Blackwhite said. “And it means if we can read this…we've gone too far.”

They looked around at each other. This was bad. This was possibly VERY bad. Wild types were unpredictable. Some were sentient, but not all…and all of them were FIERCELY territorial. “They catch us, they'll eat us, then kill us!” Charizard groaned.

Lucario held a paw up. “Hold on, hold on. I've experience dealing with them. Here's what we'll do. First thing's first…we all have to be quiet. Secondly, we'll travel by night, and camp out by day to avoid them. And we'll sleep in whatever caves and secluded areas we can find that are out of sight, just as they would.”

“Alright.” Blackwhite remarked. “Well it's a good thing you made that decision now, because I think it's getting dark.”

“…okay, TOMORROW we'll start the whole “travelling by night” thing. Let's go find a cave.” Lucario decided.

THE NEXT MORNING…

Lucario let out a lawn, deep yawn as he stretched his arms, then scratched his head. He blinked a few times, getting the sleep out of his eyes…and then gulped at the sight around him. “Uhoh.” He squeaked out.

He and the other Pokémon were surrounded on all sides by dozens upon dozens of grass-type Pokémon. Bulbasaurs, Cacneas, Turtwig, Chikoritas and, most noticeably of all, many, MANY Treeko. There was a big Leafeon at the center of the face-painted Grass Pokémon tribe, wearing a necklace made of feathers that had been dipped in paint.

“Nice goin' having us pick the very cave these guys use ALL THE TIME, apparently!” Charizard snapped angrily.

Blackwhite was tied to four Tropius's behinds, a rope wrapped around each limb. “Oh dear.” He commented, eyes widening slightly.

“Maki ma! Howai hana-jekah, apee jichawa?” The Leafeon, the obvious leader, asked a young Treeko, who bowed his head. (How could you let these five sneak into our cave?)

“Cho-wah, hapich-kawo. Eeyah-nokami.” The Treeko said. (I am afraid I fell asleep. I sincerely apologize, dear chief.)

“I'll handle this.” Lucario told the others.

“OHHHH no.” Charizard snapped, shaking his head. “You got us in enough trouble, I'M doing this.” He then cleared his throat, and began to gesticulate and use hand signs, making weaving motions, a few beats of the chest, a couple flexes of his claws and then finally ending by placing his claws together and nodding.

“You want to shave my butt and go dancing naked with my grandma?” The Leafeon asked in a thick accent.

“…you speak English.” Charizard remarked as Lucario began laughing. “SHUT UP!” He snapped at the jackal Pokémon.

“We wanna travel East, to the land of the rising sun, to find the next Tower Leader and defeat them! To bring an end to the Vore Lord.” Blackwhite called out.

“Spare me the euphemisms. We know which way “east” is.” The Leafeon snapped, waving a paw in the air.

The Treeko grinned, holding up a knife. “Yakee way abah, doo may gatta nutay?” (How shall they die, ferociously quick, or painfully slow?”

“I say…we take them to the edge of our territory…”

“Ooh! Good, painfully slow!”

“And we escort them to my traitorous brother, Eevee of the Valley Clan.”

“…WHAT?!?” The Treeko exclaimed. “Chief Leafeon, have you been grazin' on the loco weed?”

“Think about it.” Leafeon remarked. “Predator types killing off other predatory Pokémon? Don't interfere when your enemy is destroying themselves, that's the saying!” Leafeon laughed. “Besides, my brother has gone too far…he must be stopped. He's no longer the innocent youngling who gave up his life to give me a chance to run. He's become a monster.”

“…I'm sorry.” Dragonair said. “My friend Flygon's younger brother was captured too, and he became a Tower Leader as well.” She bowed her head in sorrow. “Mercifully, he retained his gentle nature and now is reborn as a good being.”

“My family…we were all Eevees. We all lived in a town in peace until the Vore Lord came and sought to consume us with his forces.” The Leafeon went on. “My youngest brother saved me…but was captured…and in time, turned. I found refuge here, and because I became stronger on my journey to this forest, I have kept these Grass-types safe.”

“So you'll help us?” Charizard asked.

“I'd LOVE to see you destroy each other, fire-type. Your kind…you bully us so often.” Treeko admitted. “So go off and die already.”

“Treeko…YOU'RE gonna lead the way.” Leafeon said, smirking. “I'll bring up the rear.”

“…eep.” Treeko groaned as Charizard grinned toothily. Meanwhile, Blackwhite had been released from the Tropius and rubbed the side of his head.

“Let's get going.” He told them all. “While we're going, by the way, Charizard…how about you tell us how you escaped from the tower you were in?”

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…Charizard had been informed, as he lay in a boiling pot of water, that he was being cooked to be eaten alive. His entire clan of fire types had been ruthlessly captured. Some had sold out, like Arcanine. But he had refused. He had fought. And now he was fighting anew with Jirachi's help. Upsetting the pot, he climbed up to his taloned feet and flexed his claws. It was time to get out of here. He made for the door…

Only to find a Scyther in his way. “Not so fast.” It spoke up. This was bad. Insect-type Pokémon tended to side with a “Hive Leader”. They ALWAYS did what their boss asked of them, the same way fighting Pokemon sided with those who beat them in a fight. “You need to get back in your pot.

“Calling it “my” pot isn't gonna make me wanna get back in there. Get outta my way.” Charizard said angrily. “Or I stick YOU in there!”

“You are welcome to try.” The Scyther sneered.

It lunged at Charizard, who jumped back, opening up his jaws and launching an Ember burst. It sailed through the air, striking Scyther on the chest and producing a sizzling, burning sound. Screaming, the Scyther hit the floor, cursing as Charizard walked towards him. “I've got good news for you, Charizard! A little treat. How'd you like to eat all the Pokémon that tried to make a meal of you?” Jirachi asked of the dragon-like Pokémon in his head.

“Sounds great! How will you do that?” He thought back.

“Like this.” Jirachi said simply.

WOOOOOSH! Pink light covered Charizard, but that wasn't the ONLY thing that happened. For one, Charizard felt HUNGRY. And two…with a “Boink”…the Scyther shrunk. “WHAT THE?!” It yelled.

GULP. Charizard's maw opened wide. His neck craned down, his large tongue forcing the Scyther deep down his throat as he swallowed, sending the being on a one-way trip to his belly. He let out a contemptuous burp, rubbing his stomach. “MMM. Not bad at all!” he remarked. “Wish I could eat more!”

“You'll get the chance, but listen, you can't be TOO full. Even a Pokémon with YOUR strength couldn't fight off all the guards here if your stomach is a big ball of flab.”

“…true.” Charizard admitted as he continued walking through the room, heading out into the hallways, noticing something as he walked into a room…ovens. “…is this what I think it is?” He asked softly.

“I'm afraid so.” Jirachi said, voice filled with sorrow.

“This is cruel. Too monstrous. It is one thing to hunt wilds for food, but to…to round up sentient beings like…like CATTLE this way…there is no honor in it.” Charizard growled. “Hardly fair. I'll make these bastards pay for what they did to my clan AND these poor Pokémon!” He hissed furiously, claws clenching as he walked past the ovens, heading up the stairs to the next floor.

A Pikachu at the top of the staircase was about to go inside the nearest bathroom. “Hey there Mr. Weiner, whaddya know? Do ya gotta tinkle? “Yes, I do think so”!”

“…okay, WHY is a Pikachu here?” Charizard asked out loud, making the little guy squeak and turn around.

“YOU! Ooh, get back in that pot!” It yelled.

“Shouldn't you be, like, home with your family?” Charizard asked, folding his arms.

“Predator types like you ATE my family, you sonofabitch!” The Pikachu snarled, whacking Charizard's stomach with his little fists.

“…I see.” He stated. “Jirachi?”

BOINK!

Charizard carefully picked Pikachu up, tongue reaching out. “Since I feel kinda soryr for you, lemme help you relax.” He told the little Pikachu, using his tongue to fiercely rub the little mouse Pokémon's cock. The Pikachu moaned. “Ohhhh, yes…sex my tongue…” Charizard moaned as he continued to suck and rub, finally letting the shrunken Pikachu cum inside his mouth. Smiling happily, he took the little Pikachu into his mouth, swallowing it down and rubbing his stomach. “Thank you, little one, that felt wonderful…may you find peace on the Other Side with your family.” He added, feeling some remorse.

“Is that regret I hear in yoru voice?” Jirachi asked.

“We fire-types try only to hunt when needed. We can live off berries and coal and other combustible material, you know, meat is not a totally big part of our diet at all…” He sighed. “I suppose I feel sympathy for this little one…I too want revenge, but it is wrong to side with a great evil to gain it.”

He continued walking along the hallway, noticing that there were some Caterpie up ahead, talking together. “Ugh.” He frowned slightly. “I don't know if they'll taste too good…” He mumbled, shaking his head.

“Don't know if you don't try!” Jirachi laughed.

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…Eventually, Charizard reached a room in which there was a glowing, green-tinted orb. He took it in his clawed paws, gazing at it. “How fortunate! W found it!” Jirachi cried happily.

“What is this strange jewel?” Charizard inquired.

“A Wishing Stone! I tried to send it directly to you before, but the barrier around this tower threw my aim off, thus it was warped HERE instead. It'll allow me to aid you in battle three times! You can wish for more health, more energy, more power or more knowledge!” Jirachi explained eagerly as Charizard felt the ball sink into his body, and a tingling sensation like being in a massage chair creeped over him.

“Ooh, tingly.” He announced, climbing up a set of stairs.

At the top was the being who was obviously somebody strong, looking darkly at Charizard as it flexed it's claws as it sat atop a big, plushy red chair. “Well…” The Zangoose spoke in a vague European accent. “Hello there. Are YOU the one causing ah-ull the ruckus in my hah-oome?”

“Your “home”? I take it you are the leader of this place.” Charizard commented.

“And I take it by all the commotion you ah causing that you ah not here to be my dinnah.” The Zangoose replied.

“That's right. In fact, I'm going to have YOU for dinner.” Charizard boasted.

“Is that so? And how, might I ask, do you plan to do THAT, mah friend?” Zangoose said calmly.

“How else? KICKING YOUR ASS.” Charizard promised.

“HA! I'd love to see you try!” Zangoose sniggered. He jumped off the throne, getting into a fighting position, claws extended fully. “Just keep in mind, I am no PUSHOVER like the other Pokémon heah, mah friend.” He laughed. “Those of us who have gained certain power levels have…different abilities than you'd expect!”

“I'm not your friend, buddy!” Charizard snapped.

“I'm not your buddy, guy!”

“I'm not your guy, friend!”

“Stay on guard. He's not joking about his strength.” Jirachi warned Charizard.

“It's fine. Be they Blastoise or Wurmple the only mercy I'll show to any foe is a swift end.” He told Jirachi in his head.

“Prepare to fill my belly!” Zangoose roared.

His claws suddenly extended to enormous levels, sparkling with electricity. He swung them at Charizard, who dodged to the side, taking to the air as the Zangoose continued to swing his arms at Charizard, launching more waves of electricity at the flying Pokémon. Charizard ducked and weaved around the room, desperately avoiding the electrical waves, but one suddenly exploded in FRONT of him, knocking him back through the air.

Zangoose leapt up and sliced at Charizard, catching him on the stomach. He screamed, flying down to the ground and grunting as he raised himself up, launching a burst of flame at Zangoose. The blast of fire struck home, knocking Zangoose back slightly as both Pokémon took up another battle position.

The two then rushed forward, claws striking, and now one tried to push the other one down.

“Give it up!” Zangoose growled. “Nobody has ever beaten me, and you will not win. Submit, Charizard. Don't make me draw this out.”

“I will NEVER give in to you monsters, not after what you did to my clan!” Charizard roared.

His maw opened to fire off a burst of flame, but Zangoose head-butted him, and he went flying back as Zangoose flexed his claws, advancing towards him…

“It is fin-eeshed.” Zangoose said, raising his claws back up and jumping forward…

Charizard's tail swept forward, catching Zangoose in the stomach. There was a harsh CRUCKA-CRACK and the Zangoose hit the ground, groaning and moaning in pain as he held his stomach, chest ribs broken. “GAAAAAH!” He screamed. “Damn…I underestimated you.” He muttered, shaking his head.

“Don't sell yourself short.” Charizard insisted. “You were a worthy opponent. A lesser Pokemon would be nothing more than a snack to one like yourself, however, this time YOU'RE the snack.”

“Y-you're really going to eat me?” Zangoose gulped nervously.

“Yes. You deserve to pay for what you and your organization have done. Besides, ever since my vore seal was removed, I've been VERY hungry.” Charizard told Zangoose.

“You really had your vore seal removed?” Zangoose gasped.

“Yes. And now you shall experience the same fear and despair you've put so many others through yourself.” Charizard growled.

“Dammit…” Zangoose muttered. “Damn you! I shouldn't have been tricked so easily…”

“Go ahead and shrink him down, Jirachi.” Charizard asked.

“Actually, this time you can eat him whole, Charizard.” Jirachi told him. “You can do it no problem.”

“Well, go ahead! You gonna eat me or not?” Zangoose said, hands on hips, looking annoyed. “Get it over with.”

“Sure thing. Just hang on, this shan't take long.” Charizard remarked simply. He quickly took the zangoose's head into his mouth and soon into the Zangoose was going down his throat. He held his claws up, shoving the rest of the Pokémon into his mouth as the Zangoose groaned, it was so slimy and warm in the Charizard's mouth! An enormous bulge appearing in Charizard's long neck as he continued to gulp, the Zangoose slid down deeper and deeper into his maw, soon only the paws were left, and then nothing.

Body shuddering in delight, Charizard rubbed his bulging stomach as he lay on the stone floor. “MMM! I've eaten Zangoose meat before, but none tasted THAT good!”

“Well, when you eat a being with vore, the meals taste much better than they normally would.” Jirachi explained.

“Ooh, it makes me wanna eat more! MUCH more.” Charizard moaned.

“Oh, you'll get to eat more, don't worry!” Jirachi insisted. “But for now, relax and let Zangoose digest.”

“Why didn't you let me do this to all the others?”

“Well, if the prey is full side and has recently died or is still alive, the power gained from Vore is full. If shrunken down, the effect is reduced.” Jirachi explained. “And I can use that energy from the shrunken Pokémon to aid you!” “Like THIS!”

FLASH! A greenish, mammalian doll appeared on Charizard's stomach and he blinked at the sight of it. “Wh-what?”

“A substitute doll!” Jirachi went on. “Now, behold!”

Suddenly a bright glow shot out from Charizard's mouth, sailing into the Substitute Doll. It went flying through the air, then re-righted itself in midair, glowing with a strange aura as it suddenly rushed at Charizard, sinking into his chest.

“Ha-ha! Now it'll fight alongside you in future battles, coming out when you need it.” Jirachi laughed. “Remember to destroy the Tower when you're finished-”

“HEY!”

Charizard was jolted out of telling his story as Leafeon turned to the others. “We're there!” She whispered. “Be very quiet!” There, before their eyes and behind a large group of trees was a tower reaching to the heavens. And inside the next Tower Leader awaited them…

And so, as Charizard's tale finishes, our heroes reach the next Tower where the traitorous Eevee of the Valley Clan has made his home. The others are sure they can defeat him, but…only time will tell…
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