Here's my Vore Day project! Every day from 8/8 onwards, I'll be picking one of the 18 Pokemon types and doing a unique vore scenario with them, under the rationale of regional Pokemon from a place that revolves around subjugating humans. Be sure to read the short story below if you need a better grasp on what's going on!Seeing strange lights in the graveyard has never been particularly unusual around here. You've already made yourself quite familiar with them - there's something you envy about the darkly cheery nature many ghost Pokemon seem to adopt despite the expiration of their mortal coil. Heck, maybe some even because of it. It's hard to get exact reasons or stories out of creatures that can at best only speak their own name, but you interact with them enough nevertheless that you're a pretty familiar face to most of them, too. Every Gastly, Phantump and Drifloon, no matter their disposition after death, seems to look apon you with respect for taking time out of your night to meet and talk with them, and it's a word that seems to have spread pretty fast in the realms of the dead. But tonight in particular, something was different.

A Litwick. The biggest one you'd ever seen. One that seems to resemble an unlit birthday candle of some kind. You don't know what's going on with them, but they look positively miserable, moreso than any ghost you've ever seen. It'd be wrong if you didn't approach and ask why it was feeling so gloomy... you only manage to get a few words in, though, before it suddenly snatches your hand up. It doesn't seem to want to respond to you at all, but at the same time, it doesn't want you to stand up and walk away either. You think you understand. Maybe it just appreciates the company alone, so with a resigned sigh, you decide to sit down and get comfy.

As you look to the stars and help Litwick relax, you can't help but notice a warm, gooey feeling around your hand. You look to your side to recognize that the candle had... shoved it into their mouth? You're still sinking into it actually, which is starting to worry you. You don't want to offend Litwick, but you still have to leave eventually, so you decide to compromise, trying to pull yourself back out far enough that only your wrist is embedded inside. You quickly find, however, that you can't pull yourself out at all. In fact, its pace is quickening, and it's crawling its waxy body over yours to speed the process up even further! You begin to panic, trying to free yourself in earnest, glancing around in horror wondering why none of the other ghosts seem to be helping you - if anything, they seem to watch on with much the same macabre happiness they always had, with just a little extra curiousity and awe sprinkled on top.

It isn't long until you disappear inside Litwick without a trace. You're still struggling to free yourself, but not only is it incredibly difficult to move through all this wax as it continues to push you towards the candle's centre, it's become alarmingly apparent that you're struggling to breathe, too. You can feel your body quickly becoming numb, not because of the lack of oxygen but because parts of you just aren't there anymore, melting and fading into Litwick's form. You mercifully lose conciousness before the last of you is seemingly digested, removed from the world of the living...

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Well, that's it. You're dead. Can't say that was how you expected to go out. Slowly but surely, you feel yourself - or your spirit, you guess? - rise upwards through Litwick's wax. You try to gasp for air as you breach the surface, but quickly recognize that you don't actually have lungs or organs of any kind anymore, so the concept of breathing doesn't really mean anything to you anymore. You continue to ascend without any regrets, content that you'll get to see the pearly gates before long... only to feel something snag at your ankles. At least, you thought those were your ankles?

You get your first look at yourself as you look down, to find that YOU are glowing quite brightly now, stuck to Litwick's... well, wick. Try as you might, you can't get yourself loose of them - the most you can do is wave around in place like a balloon on a string. You can hear Litwick talking to the other ghosts now, and perhaps unsurprisingly, it seems to have a much happier attitude now. One by one, they start to notice your emergence, and they all seem to react with some kind of adoring coo, floating up to your level and talking down on you like... wait. Do they think you're some kind of pet!?

As if to confirm your suspicions , a Duskull approaches closer and begins to run its hands along your body, first up and down along your sides and then back and forth along the top of your head. You can't help but fidget bashfully in its embrace, but it eventually rewards you with a treat, tossing you a crumpled up piece of paper. You struggle to catch it with your tiny, nubby little hands, but it doesn't matter much anyway, as it falls right into you and... burns up? Wait, you're not a balloon - you're Litwick's spirit flame! In hindsight, it would certainly explain why your "hair" was so tall and wavy like that.

Things eventually calm down, and the Litwick starts wandering outside the graveyard, tilting gently back and forth as it presumably starts taking you on some walkies. The more you think about it, the more this just reflects the way the graveyard ghosts always acted towards you - they always considered YOU a silly animal that needed a master, not the other way around. It was just that none of them had the nerve or the means to act on that image of you before now. It seems the Litwick's impulse was just what these ghosts needed - an example, a precedent - to begin claiming some pet souls of their own.

Litwick's headstart was in a way, fortunate for them too. They would have a good few months to practice domesticating you, teaching you some tricks and good pet manners that the others could learn from...~#0607 LITWICK: THE SOUL FLAME POKEMON. ONCE ITS WICK IS ALIGHT, IT WILL BURN ETERNALLY. IT ADDRESSES ITS OWN FLAME AS THOUGH IT HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN.