Last-Ditch Attempt
Over the new year of 2016, Dark Violet and October_Flixard joined up to write a series of short stories for a charitable cause.Here is the darkest of the bounty, the deepest in the pit, where only the most salacious works are stored...Welcome to the Kinky Anthology.
A second commission for FA: kinger15078 aka Kingy!
Vore is a fetish I get to rarely indulge in. When it comes to the really niche fetishes, I guess that's mine - all the other ones I have tend to be a little more widespread, or at least not as strange. It's also pretty hard to work into general art or stories without it seeming unrealistic or crowbarred in, so I tend not to do it...
And so, when I do get to work on it, I have a lot of fun. Props to Kingy for allowing me the pleasure to do it, then!
Enjoy~
Pokémon (c) Game Freak/Nintendo
Last-Ditch Attempt
- For Kingy
His fur was covered in saliva. It clung to him, a thick, wet mess from head to toe. All over, surrounding him, pressing down were those hot, smooth insides, pushing him deeper and deeper. He could hear nothing but the sound of them sliding against each other, sliding against_him_, moving him further along - and that incessant, loud drumming of the creature's heartbeat. He saw nothing, but he felt everything.
Oh, god... he'd been eaten...
Kingy let out a squeak of terror, his eyes wide. He could barely hear it over the wet sounds of the gullet that squeezed him so tightly. The little hybrid of Buizel and Quilava gave a grunt of surprise as suddenly he dropped, feeling himself slide into a slightly larger area, where the walls no longer pressed onto his short orange fur as heavily as before. He stopped moving, coming to a rest. Around him, gurgling juices were heard in terrible clarity. The realisation dawned on him - he was in the stomach now.
The last place he'd ever be...
"Oh, god..." He tried to say, but the sound was cut off my more gurgling. He coughed, his mouth filling with saliva and juices, and he rolled over to try and get to his feet - but the stomach's insides were wet and slippery. He couldn't get a grasp of anything!
He lay on his back, his eyes wide. No... no, please, not like this! There had to be some way out. There had... to be...
He blinked. Then he did it again. He leaned up, staring forwards, , waving his head.
Yes... he could see!
The light came from his head. Normally, like with Quilava, he had flames burning between his ears. That mouth, that saliva, had extinguished them easily - but his fur still smouldered with dim orange light. It wasn't much - but it was a start, right?
Kingy leaned forwards, his paws slipping through the puddle of juices he was sitting in. He could just make out the contours of the walls, a dim, washed-out pink. Each fold in the stomach's lining, each little ridge glinted with wetness, thousands of tiny reflections of the smouldering fur on his head. He blinked again, turning this way and that.
Okay... find the way I came in. It's the only way...
He looked up. It was there, right above him - almost pressed against his head. A small little collection of ridges showing a hole up into the rest of the gullet.
Right. He can do this. He can _do_this.
Slowly, Kingy reached down, pushing himself over. He moved slowly, arms shaking, but with slow enough movements he could just manage it...
He eventually fell onto his front with a wet plop, his front covered in the juices now. He bit his lip, ignoring the taste of that liquid, as he stared back up at the gullet's entrance. Around him, the stomach walls moved, pressing down on him, spurting fresh juices over his rear.
Don't think about it. Just reach up...
He stepped forwards, his paws shaking. As he put his feet down, the stomach pushed back, folding in around his paws and surrounding them with both flesh and liquid. He whimpered loudly - this sound he could just hear over the body continuing along with its functions.
He would not be a part of that! He wouldn't be food!
He reached up, and just managed to get a paw against the entrance. He pressed it through, forcing the flesh apart. He gasped, breathing in the thin, warm air, a smile across his muzzle as he managed to push his paw through. He could do this!
He stood up further, reaching up with his other paw - and then the stomach shifted. His feet lost balance and he slipped, landing face-down in the juices once more. His paws scrabbled for purchase again, and he pulled his head from the liquid to stare back at the ring. It was centimetres away, but oh how far that seemed! He whined once more, lifting himself up to try again. The air was getting thinner by the moment, fetid and hot.
That's when he began to feel it. The tingling. It was on his feet mainly, but his short tail had it too, and his rear, his back, his pudgy belly... Hell, he could even feel it at the back of his throat. Tingling? What was that? Was he...?
Stomach juices. Stomach acids.
He was being digested.
Kingy whimpered loudly, staring down. He lifted his paws, but the dim light wasn't enough to see anything happen, but he could feel it. Feel his body being eaten away...
Oh, god! No!
He scrabbled again, launching himself up at the gullet. He stared at it, keeping it in his vision as his heart began to race, gulping in the precious air he'd been allowed. It seemed hotter than ever now, but that was nothing compared to the tingling which was consuming his body. His feet were numb - it was like pins and needles, but slowly consuming his legs and body. He wailed again, trying to kick. He reached up, and his paws just grazed the outside of the gullet entrance before he fell again, splashing down into the liquids.
The stomach gurgled, and he felt the walls close in on him. The smouldering fur on his head hissed as juices landed on it, and the light flickered and dimmed. No, no, please no!
Kingy was rolled onto his back by the stomach's motions, half curled up as it began to press down on him, squeeze him. He whimpered again, closing his eyes, trying to calm himself. The heartbeat of the creature surrounded him as he panted, quick, shallow breaths which seemed to serve little more but have more juices pour into his mouth.
Wait - juices, mouth... that was it!
He was half Buizel. He was a water type! Of course, how could he forget!? He knew water gun!
He swallowed, trying to ignore the burning down his throat. All he had to do was summon up a decent water gun, and that would push him right out of the stomach. At the very least, it may fill it up enough to dilute the acid, or push him to the gullet's entrance or something... whatever would happen, it would be better than just sitting here and being food!
Kingy sat up, pressing his head against the stomach's linings, hearing that sizzling of his fur again. He close his eyes, breathing out, trying to remember how to do it...
Remember... just like when you were learning, when you were young, by the river... just breathe in, let yourself feel the water inside you... gather it up... let it swirl and swell... feel it grow and grow until you're at breaking point - and then open your mouth... and...!
Kingy opened his eyes, his mouth open. He reared back, and...
A small jet of water spat from his mouth. He heard it splash against the stomach wall inches from his face. It had barely been a trickle.
His eyes widened. He did it again, breathing in, and then tried to expel it - come on! A good, proper water gun! You can do it!
The stomach gurgled. His head was suddenly splashed with a fresh spurt of stomach juices, which poured over his face and down his back. With a final, pitiful hiss, the fur on his head was fully extinguished. Kingy was plunged into darkness.
The lining closed in again, wrapping around his head. He could barely move. His lower half was completely numb now, but he could feel pressure at his shoulders. His paws swam in the liquid, and he could feel the tingling become greater and greater there.
Slowly, horribly, the realisation dawned.
This was it. The big it, italics and all. The final moment of his life. He was doomed to be... to be food, digested here in this creature's stomach. All he was, all he could ever be, gone - his body nothing now but nutrition for this hateful creature that had so casually swallowed him.
His head tingled now. Every bit of him. He could barely breathe - it felt like there was no more oxygen left in the air. His body was surrounded by these heavy, crushing stomach walls which kept him still...
He couldn't stop it. He couldn't change it. He was trapped, and he couldn't get out. This stomach would be the last thing he'd see, last thing he felt, and...
And...
He breathed out slowly. His mind was working slower, as if what was happening was a dream. Oh, he wasn't asleep - maybe it was the stomach juices finally getting to him, maybe this was him fainting before the final act, but...
He shifts his head. It was all he could feel now. His body was nothing but an ocean of soft tingling, and his head was massaged by those warm, soft walls...
It was odd, but... in a way, it was almost... soothing.
Kingy stretched his head back, pressing it against the creature's belly. He could feel it working, taking over.
It was crazy. It was totally insane and nonsensical, but... There were no more responsibilities. No more worries. No more demons with glowing eyes in the shadows. No more world to be scared of. He wasn't part of any of that.
He was food. All he was, all he had been, culminated in being this tiny little morsel of a meal. Nothing else but that - plain, simple, food.
And with his last breath, Kingy gave himself to his predator.