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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!You've never seen a Falinks look or act like this before. Donning what looks like football helmets and pompoms is strange enough, but even stranger is that spherical looking Growlithe they're always following around. On some level this should have filled you with intrigue, but in truth they just annoy the hell out of you. Always marching around your front yard, stomping and chanting loudly, getting into fights with things for no readily apparent reason. You're fed up with it. You storm outside to go and shoo them off...
...only to find the Falinks looking weirdly dejected about something. Why are they standing on top of one another? Come to think of it, weren't there only four of them before...? Whatever. You're not about to get distracted now. You wave your hands at them, telling them to leave and all but physically shoving them away in the process. That Growlithe looks annoyed with you, but you're not afraid of them - if worse comes to worse, you're convinced you could just boot them all away one by one until they're all gone. They're certainly the right size and shape for it, and the fact that you haven't yet is the one small mercy you're willing to afford these Pokemon now.
It seems the Growlithe has grown as fed up with you as you are of it, and it opens its mouth... wait a minute! That's not a Growlithe, that's just another Falinks wearing a costume! Your foot suddenly extends towards its face, as if pulled in by some kind of gravitational force, and to your great surprise, you're not actually strong enough to pull away from it! Your foot is pulled into the costumed leader's face... and THROUGH it, seeming to phase into the shadowy mass deep within. Oh god, what's going on!? You can't feel that foot anymore! What happened to it? Where did it go!? You slip and fall as you turn away in trying to flee, sliding and dragging across the ground into the Falinks leader's abyss. You already can't feel anything below your chest, and the descent inwards is only hastening with more of you inside. Struggling to grip anything but stray dirt and leaves, you're finally tugged inside with one last motion, sealing you within.
You struggle to form coherent thoughts in whatever your current state is, feeling yourself swirl somehow both aimlessly and with purpose at the same time. All you can think of is that there's somewhere you want to be - no, NEED to be. No matter what happens to you, you're constantly aware of a point in space relative to you, and you can't seem to get it out of your head. You can't think of anything else...! No. No, that's right. Thinking isn't your job. You're not allowed to think. Let the leader do that for you. Just focus of going where you're asked...
Your form starts to coalesce once again as your thoughts shift. You're not human anymore, but that's good. You don't need to be. Leader doesn't want you to be human. You're just another link. Nevertheless, as your feet and hands reemerge, you scramble to escape - not for escape's own sake, but because you need to be where the leader wants you, and that place isn't inside the leader. Seeming to sense your change in attitude, the leader opens the mouth of its costume, allowing you to tumble out of it.
You don't stop to consider your situation. That requires thinking. You're not allowed to think. You turn back towards the rest of the Falinks only long enough to recognize where that place the leader wanted you was - right at the top of the formation. A formation! They were trying to make a pyramid! You get it now! Without delay, you hop on over and start climbing, stumbling and slipping a little as you're still getting used to this body. But soon enough, you find yourself on the peak, right where you're needed.
You feel accomplished! You feel happy! It's not YOUR happiness, but you're happy that you feel it!
Suffice to say, any individuality you had is long gone. The only thing separating you from the rest of the Falinks is the lack of a helmet, and that's corrected in pretty short order. Leader is happy that you're one of them. Leader loves that you fit in, and that you don't think for yourself. You don't even know why, but that doesn't bother you. Understanding things is hard and makes you sad. You don't want to be mad or sad anymore. This is better. This is fun!
Ooh, new point! Follow the point! Form a line! March with leader! Happy to follow leader! Follow where? Don't know. Don't care. That's leader's business. Just follow them and do what you're told~.#0870 FALINKS: THE HOOLIGAN POKEMON. FIERCELY TERRITORIAL, THEY DON COLOURS AND A MASCOT COSTUME AND PICK FIGHTS WITH ANY POKEMON THAT DON'T RESEMBLE THEM.
...only to find the Falinks looking weirdly dejected about something. Why are they standing on top of one another? Come to think of it, weren't there only four of them before...? Whatever. You're not about to get distracted now. You wave your hands at them, telling them to leave and all but physically shoving them away in the process. That Growlithe looks annoyed with you, but you're not afraid of them - if worse comes to worse, you're convinced you could just boot them all away one by one until they're all gone. They're certainly the right size and shape for it, and the fact that you haven't yet is the one small mercy you're willing to afford these Pokemon now.
It seems the Growlithe has grown as fed up with you as you are of it, and it opens its mouth... wait a minute! That's not a Growlithe, that's just another Falinks wearing a costume! Your foot suddenly extends towards its face, as if pulled in by some kind of gravitational force, and to your great surprise, you're not actually strong enough to pull away from it! Your foot is pulled into the costumed leader's face... and THROUGH it, seeming to phase into the shadowy mass deep within. Oh god, what's going on!? You can't feel that foot anymore! What happened to it? Where did it go!? You slip and fall as you turn away in trying to flee, sliding and dragging across the ground into the Falinks leader's abyss. You already can't feel anything below your chest, and the descent inwards is only hastening with more of you inside. Struggling to grip anything but stray dirt and leaves, you're finally tugged inside with one last motion, sealing you within.
You struggle to form coherent thoughts in whatever your current state is, feeling yourself swirl somehow both aimlessly and with purpose at the same time. All you can think of is that there's somewhere you want to be - no, NEED to be. No matter what happens to you, you're constantly aware of a point in space relative to you, and you can't seem to get it out of your head. You can't think of anything else...! No. No, that's right. Thinking isn't your job. You're not allowed to think. Let the leader do that for you. Just focus of going where you're asked...
Your form starts to coalesce once again as your thoughts shift. You're not human anymore, but that's good. You don't need to be. Leader doesn't want you to be human. You're just another link. Nevertheless, as your feet and hands reemerge, you scramble to escape - not for escape's own sake, but because you need to be where the leader wants you, and that place isn't inside the leader. Seeming to sense your change in attitude, the leader opens the mouth of its costume, allowing you to tumble out of it.
You don't stop to consider your situation. That requires thinking. You're not allowed to think. You turn back towards the rest of the Falinks only long enough to recognize where that place the leader wanted you was - right at the top of the formation. A formation! They were trying to make a pyramid! You get it now! Without delay, you hop on over and start climbing, stumbling and slipping a little as you're still getting used to this body. But soon enough, you find yourself on the peak, right where you're needed.
You feel accomplished! You feel happy! It's not YOUR happiness, but you're happy that you feel it!
Suffice to say, any individuality you had is long gone. The only thing separating you from the rest of the Falinks is the lack of a helmet, and that's corrected in pretty short order. Leader is happy that you're one of them. Leader loves that you fit in, and that you don't think for yourself. You don't even know why, but that doesn't bother you. Understanding things is hard and makes you sad. You don't want to be mad or sad anymore. This is better. This is fun!
Ooh, new point! Follow the point! Form a line! March with leader! Happy to follow leader! Follow where? Don't know. Don't care. That's leader's business. Just follow them and do what you're told~.#0870 FALINKS: THE HOOLIGAN POKEMON. FIERCELY TERRITORIAL, THEY DON COLOURS AND A MASCOT COSTUME AND PICK FIGHTS WITH ANY POKEMON THAT DON'T RESEMBLE THEM.
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~bacumax552
Not a fan of brainwashing, but I do enjoy it being a happyish ending! I also really like how you drew them and described the change of mind :3
chibiwolfy
~chibiwolfy
OP
This series has made me try a lot of things for the first time, but no matter the cause, depicting changes in mental state through changes in language is always really fun.
