#pokevore

[mythreality-v0re]

Also, what’s up losers, look at my old pokévore. I mean, let’s be real, this is what would actually happen. Sucks to suck, Misty.

[batsnsnakes]

This pathetic Lucar¡o creature might want... Maybe kinda, just a little... If you want to... You know they have really warm body temp, it probably would be really cozy? If someone wanted to, you know, maybe--!!

🎨: @/karvivore on bsky

[nomstellations]

When it comes to pokevore stuff, I have a LOT of headcanons about how typing interacts with vore stuff. Every type's stomach is different (for example, fighting-types have great control over their internal muscles, steel-types have more metallic internals, etc) and whether or not a particular mon has a type advantage over another determines how well they taste and sit on the stomach. (dragon-types regularly prey on each other because they find each other delicious, but fairy-types despite their sweet appearance go down tough and upset their stomachs.)

[quit-for-now-2557235]

houndoom's forest walk

[jack-the-nibbler]

Voretober Day 5: Woods

Don't wander too far into the forest, that's where the strongest Pokemon like to hunt.

When you stopped at the village’s Pokemon Center that afternoon, one of the townspeople warned you to take caution in the weald leading to the next route. She had said that it was teeming with ghost type Pokemon who preyed upon trainers who got in over their heads. This naturally had you curious. You already had to brave the haunted woods, and with two badges under your belt considered your growing team to be decently strong. Not to mention this would be a great opportunity to add a ghost type to the party. Already you were hoping to find a Misdreavus or Pumpkaboo, but you’d be happy with just about anything.

You set off into the Dismal Weald, your three Pokemon at full energy and bag full of potions and balls. The trees above stretched outwards like claws, dark leaves blocking out the late afternoon sunlight. The soft moans of ghost Pokemon were distant, enough to make your hair stand on end. It was appropriately eerie, but you pressed on. You weren’t scared of any ghosts!

As you ventured into the tall grass, taking out a few Bellsprouts and Pidoves, you found it odd that there weren’t many Pokemon around. Sometimes you caught a glimpse of a Gastly leering at you, only to vanish a split second later. You’d heard that a stronger Pokemon in the area might scare some of the others away…but what could be wandering around here that would frighten everything else?

The sudden feeling of a powerful presence sent a chill down your spine. Your confidence was melting away, the sound of a rumbling growl making you afraid to turn around. You wanted to just run, but it might get you lost in this shady place. Taking a deep breath, you gripped a Poke Ball and tossed it as you turned, releasing your Vulpix to stand against your foe. Immediately you wished you hadn’t.

A Dusknoir hovered mere feet away, his single red, glowing eye fixed on you. This Pokemon was way above your level, more than capable of sweeping your team. He didn’t look like he’d let you run away easily…you swallowed your nerves, deciding to just try and distract the ghost long enough to flee.

“Vulpix, use Incinerate!” you commanded. The fox nodded and exhaled a concentrated stream of flame at the towering spirit. He shrugged off the attack and lurched forward, the mouth on its belly opening up. While you braced yourself for an undoubtedly strong attack, something entirely worse happened. Instead of striking, a long, golden, spectral tongue slithered out of its mouth and wrapped around your Vulpix. 

You stared in horror, unable to move an inch. Even if you could, would you have the heart to just run away and abandon your partner to her fate? As the Dusknoir floated closer, licking his lips, you snapped out of it and scrambled for your Bayleef’s Poke Ball. If you could just get one Sleep Powder off, you could try and save Vulpix! But you weren’t fast enough-Dusknoir held you tight in his large hands, preventing any sort of counter or escape.

You shuddered as the massive ghost pressed you against his large belly, giving a low, pleased rumble. That tongue, dripping with slime, pressed against your legs before slowly sliding its way all the way up your body. As the spectral muscle lapped up your face, you were left shivering within Dusknoir’s hold, painted in a thick layer of ectoplasmic saliva. Dusknoir gave another pleased rumble before wrapping his tongue around you, pulling you into his dark, gaping maw. 

Your scream was swiftly muffled by the Dusknoir’s jaws clamping shut around you. You were sealed away in warm, damp darkness with no possible escape. You kicked as hard as you could, but it only created faint bulges on the outside of Dusknoir’s body. Fear seeped in as you thought about all those stories of the Gripper Pokemon devouring souls, leaving only the body behind. Were you destined to die young? Was this the Reaper claiming you, or a mere accident that would spell the end of your journey?

There was a nuzzle against your side and a whimper. You had almost forgotten about Vulpix, now as slimy and frightened as you were. She snuggled up into your arms as you hugged her, taking some comfort in her natural warmth. You felt awful about unintentionally condemning your beloved Pokemon to the same fate. Maybe if you were lucky, this wouldn’t hurt, maybe the afterlife wouldn’t be so bad…

Minutes passed, and nothing happened. You and Vulpix appeared completely fine, still very much alive. You were confused, but mostly relieved. There still wasn’t any way out…it was still dark, and all you could make out was that large, thick tongue resting underneath you. The combination of darkness and warmth, both from the environment and the fire type you were hugging was taking a toll after a long day of traveling. Though you were hesitant, sleep was closing in on you. Maybe you could afford to close your eyes for a few minutes…

Outside, the Dusknoir gave a content purr as he rubbed over his stomach. He technically didn’t need to eat, and had no desire to take you or any of your Pokemon into the Spirit World. He simply loved the feeling of a warm, living being filling him up, and a trainer happened to be the perfect size. The ghost type patted his gut, floating off deeper into the Dismal Weald. For now you were safely tucked away-come sundown, you would wake up in a patch of flowers just outside the woods, completely unharmed and having a fourth Poke Ball resting in your hand…

[i-like-vore-and-memes-2]

I'll be honest, i though just you disappeared so i got concerned, but now that i know your breathing still, how about some guzma vore? (and since we both are still breathing, let us both be the prey)

Haha yeah the whole account thing sucked, but yeah I'm still here.

(I kinda left the prey to be more implied, mainly cause I didn't like the internal sketch I did and I'm currently swamped with final projects)

[extremecuddlingdragon]

thoughts on pred raihan..????? he is my absolute dearly beloved and youre the first person ive seen talk about any nom hcs for sw.sh characters :(

I have some thoughts! I absolutely love talking about the SW/SH characters so anyone is allowed to send in asks about them!

1. He’s super talkative to his prey. Will not shut up.

2. Loves to brag about how much prey he can eat then immediately goes into a corner after eating too much cause tummy hurt :(

3. Is completely shameless about vore

4. Occasionally live streams while on a full stomach. Sometimes will even live stream him eating prey. Shameless.

5. Will joke about eating Le/on once he actually beats him but both are predators so it’s not likely to happen (especially since he keeps losing)

6. Battles while on a full stomach? Count him in! He doesn’t care.

7. Claims to like fearplay but apologizes every time someone cries or gets too scared

8. Actually cares about his prey and won’t eat them if they’re too scared or unwilling

9. If his prey has their phone with them after they’ve been eaten, he likes to send them images and video of his full stomach to tease them

10. He’s a bit loud though. Tries to keep his voice down but he just yells a lot.

[novorehere]

My most recent vore crush is I/ngo after my current L/egends A/rceus playthrough. However, I’m a pred.

I just wanna hold him for a bit and keep him safe. Make sure he knows he’s loved. He’s been through so much and I feel so bad. God knows how much he could use the attention and warmth, especially since his ward lives in the mountains. It’s gotta be FREEZING up there, not to mention lonely.

Extremely valid. I haven’t touched that game in a while (waiting patiently for S+V) but he’s such a great character and I’m happy the train boys are getting more attention/lore!

I know what you mean too. Sometimes l see a character and go “I just think they would benefit from being in a tummy for a while.” He’s been through so much, the guy deserves a warm place to rest his head. :’)