I got a tablet for Christmas and it came with an attachable keyboard! As such I was able to write this short story based on a dream about a month or so back involving my friend  nibor 's Smeargle character Chagall. I gotta say I loved writing this. It puts me in a good mood when my mood has been sour as of late. Migt open up commissions! Anyway...

Contains Tail vore, Transformation and Absorption.

Chagall belongs to  nibor

Story is all mine.

Enjoy!


A SMEARGLE SNACK


Living in the suburbs isn’t always easy. There wasn’t much to do either when the only recreational fun one could enjoy was to hang out at a local card shop that stood near the exit of an interstate highway. In this small village town, the selection of places to eat from were limited to a Subway restaurant, and a Mcdonalds .

Taking a break from the local shop was a young human male by the age of 26 and shaggy dark blonde hair. He was a chubby fella and stood just 5’7 so he was by no means tall. Stepping out of the building, he looked over the distance it would take him to get his choice of restaurant. The Subway was across the road where many cars passed, and with no stoplights, he wouldn’t get much of a break. The Mcdonalds on the other hand was on the same side of the street as he was. It was a quarter mile walk to the restaurant and a quarter mile back with only a small gas station convenience store in between.

The choice was obvious, and with his backpack strapped over his right shoulder he made his way to get lunch. A small walk was safer than going across the busy road.

He came out of the Mcdonalds with a bag of food in hand and a soda in the other, he was set to make his way back to the shop so he could enjoy his meal but he was interrupted from his thoughts when something that should not even exist…crossed his path.

It was a Smeargle, or at least to him it did. Though his mind drew the only logical conclusion that it must be a kid wandering around in a costume. It was dangerous to do so though. In a convenience store parking lot and all alone. He crouched down so he could look the kid in the eyes and smiled. “Hello there little guy. Where are your parents?”

The Smeargle stared down this messy haired human and humphed. “I’m not a kid. My name is Chagall. What is that you have in your hand?”

“what, this?” The human held up the bag. “It’s my lunch. A couple burgers and a side of fries. OK Chagall…if you aren’t a kid then what are you?”

Chagall waved his tail in front of the human. “I am a Smeargle. Are your eyes broken?” Suddenly the pokemon’s stomach started growling. Obviously hungry and he hadn’t eaten in awhile. “You mind sharing a burger with me? I’m starving.”

The human returned to full height after his food was mentioned. “Sorry but no…I didn’t have a lot to buy food with and this has to last me till tonight.”

“It’s not like I’m asking you for all of it.” Chagall argued, his belly growling even louder now.

“Again I’m sorry.” The human started back to the card shop. “I hope you figure something out but I gotta go.”

*SPLAT*

There was an odd wetness on the humans back. He reached back and when he looked over the palm of his hand he found a splotch of green paint dripping on his fingertips. “The heck is this? This better not be some kind of joke.”

Chagall smiled as he twirled his tail in one paw for a few seconds longer before he fired another glob of ink at the males stomach. “I’m not joking. Wanna be stingy? well then I’ll use you for my next project.”

The human was getting ready to walk away again when he felt an odd softness…he looked at his hands and they were liquifying! Horror played out in his eyes as he dripped on the asphalt and started running as fast as he could. But this only proved to cause more trouble…the paint was spreading, and his body softening up. “What’s happening to me?!?!”

“Heehee! I told you…you’re gonna be part of my next project. You’re turning into paint. And living paint at that.” The smeargle was actually humming a cheerful tune as he casually approached.

The statement and the casual tone that Chagall had made the human nervous. How was a pokemon even IN this world. And how was he being changed like this. While he was wondering this, his knees decided to give out as he tried to make a run for it. Looking down, the humans legs were quickly converting into a liquified mass. “Oh yeah don’t try running. You wouldn’t get very far. There is also no cure for being turned into a paint creature. Well…there is one but it won’t matter, you were being picky.”

The humans mind raced as his body slowed. There was no cure? So even if he managed to get away then what next? “What is it? What is the cure?!”

Chagall simply trotted to the human’s side, holding up his tail right up to the boys now fully liquid form. “You have to be eaten and digested by me…But I don’t wanna digest you. I just want your paint.”

After that remark, Chagall placed the tip of his tail on the humans head and the paintbrush like tip started sucking him up. The tail would bulge as the human was pulled in bit by bit, roundish bulges that seemed to dissapear once they reached the Smeargle’s base. “oh yeah…that feels good…”

Hearing the Smeargle’s moaning didn’t really help the human’s case. He was being pulled in! and he could feel bit after bit of him was sucked in like the Smeargle was a giant vaccume cleaner and he was one big paint mess! “MMMPH! MPH!”

“ooh…keep struggling like that…Almost done…” Chagall couldn’t understand what the human had been shouting, but he didn’t care. As the last remnants of his prey vanished into his tail, he looked at the bag of food that the human had dropped in his panic. “All gone…I’ll make sure to make a great painting out of you. And enjoy your lunch!” Chagall started whistling as he picked up the bag and walked off. The only sign that he or the human had even been in the area were the paint foot print that the human had made.

End.