I used to have a Sonic OC because this girl in HS convinced me to join her Facebook Sonic RP group. I actually really liked my OC, but there was this Mormon dude who casually vored my OC and he was the girl's bf/fiance(we were 16?). He even privately DM'd me to asking to vore me. They also would interrupt the RP a lot with their irl fights and bedroom talk. And I never used my OC again, and now Sonic reminds me of the whole thing.
A lapras has an unusual way of carrying people from shore to shore.
Content: soft vore, safe vore, uncertain prey, feral pred, regurgitation, second person
You walk along the dock confidently, boards thumping beneath your certain footsteps. At the end, a sailor stands beside his companion pokemon. You're certain this is the pair you hired, and your heart begins to race. It wasn't every day you got to ride a lapras across the sea!
The lapras looks to you and calls out softly. You wave then shake the sailor's hand. "Welcome! The name's Cappy," He booms.
You bow your head briefly, "Thank you. Does today seem like a good day for the trip?"
"Of course! You're in good hands with us," he grins widely and pat's his pokemon on the head. It leans into the affection happily. This is certainly a friendly pair.
"You'll be able to embark shortly, just let me make sure everything is good to go!"
You nod. Your eyes begin to wander over the equipment. Strangely it seems there's only one seat aboard it's back. He is busy checking the straps and various side bags, so you're left to draw your own conclusions.
Once the checks are complete he turns to you, "Ready to slide aboard?'
"Slide? I mean, yeah, but where do I sit? All I see is what seems to be a captain's chair," you frown and trail off, decided confused.
"Oh, you didn't know? Lappy here doesn't Carry passengers on her back."
"Then where..?" You start to ask, but he answers quickly by turning to his pokemon and rubbing her jaw. She opens wide and a soft tongue hangs out, saliva dripping from it. Your face flushes and you stammer out, "You've got to be kidding!"
"Nope! It's perfectly safe, now climb aboard," he punctuates the invitation with a sweeping ark as he steps aside.
You shuffle your feet then slowly start forward, eyeing up this new situation. Its mouth is wide as it can be, leaving plenty of space for you to crawl in. A uvula dangles above a dark passage that flexes as it swallows reflexively from time to time.
You take a deep breath then punch your arms in first, flopping onto a shockingly warm tongue. As you try to grab its cheeks or something, its tongue flexes beneath your body and hauls you up. You squeal as it tilts its head up and gravity slides you down into that abyssal throat. Powerful muscles contract in waves all around to bring you down, the movement massaging your entire body.
In no time at all you slide into the warm, wet confines of the lapras. The fleshy walls are soft all around, almost cushiony. You slip between some folds in the lining and the muscle beyond flexes around you gently, moving you along to a good place to settle. You're enveloped on all sides by warm smooth tissue. All around there are gurgles.
Though you slept well last night, it's incredibly soothing in here. Your eyes feel heavy and you cuddle up against the wall full of large wrinkles to doze off.
The trip is peaceful and you can hardly feel the movement as the lapras swims you across the sea. Every so often you can hear the thunderous voice of the sailor, but none of the words are distinguishable.
You're brought sharply into alertness as a rippling contraction passed through the entire stomach, hauling you forward. You slip along easily as movements in reverse of being swallowed force you up through the relatively narrow throat. You try your best not to squirm as powerful flexing muscles push at your helpless body.
The light is bright and the air is cold as you're coughed up into the arms of the sailor. He tosses a towel around you and helps you stay on your feet. You pat yourself dry and look around in a daze. You've made it!
You look back at lapras and it coos in your direction. You smile and totter over to give it a rub on its nose. It hums softly and Cappy chuckles, "You're welcome to hire us on anymore!"
You nod and walk away. Your mind replays each moment over and over, trying to decide how to feel. You were so helpless, and yet so incredibly safe. You're certain you were at your most vulnerable, and yet it was while you were hidden away in the depths of a pokemon! The whole experience was just unbeliable; you're certain you'll hire them for the return trip, and perhaps many more trips in the future.
