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!

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It's been a long day, but you're finally home. Now that you have some time to yourself, what better way to relieve some stress than to look up some vore on Furaffinity...?

Wait, what? This story is about you? That's ridiculous. It's just a POV story, you tell yourself, nothing more. And yet, the more you look at it, the more something seems... off about it. You could swear the accompanying Pachirisu picture is moving ever so subtly, its eyes tracing your gaze from its side of the screen. That's a pretty clever gif trick...? Wait, this isn't a gif. Now you're even more confused. Are you going crazy? You lean in closer to your screen, trying to figure out whether your eyes are playing tricks on you. And that's when it happens - the graphic suddenly turns towards you and lunges, the Pachirisu somehow diving THROUGH the screen and grabbing you with its paws! You feel dizzy for a moment as it yanks you back in one smooth motion, the screen proving not to be the solid barrier you thought it was.

There is a lot to suddenly take in all at once. Not only are you behind the fourth wall, you find yourself beholden to all of its limitations too - you find yourself composed of lots of little cubes, moving in an extremely rigid fashion that's clearly going to take some getting used to. And with a horrifying realization, it quickly becomes clear that you're never going to get that kind of time. You just remembered that you're in a vore story. Your captor is standing right there, and suddenly your fetish has become much, much too real.

Before you can even begin to coordinate yourself well enough to start running, the Pachirisu has already descended apon you, greedily stuffing you inside its cartoonishly stretchy cheeks. Lots of conflicting sensations wash over you at once - on one hand, its very soft and slimy, feeling cubic blobs of slobber slide along the surface of your body as the squirrel focuses on compacting you as tightly as your body can contort. On the other, because everything is square, you feel corners interlocking a lot, forming an incredibly strange disconnect between stretchy and solid that never quite makes sense to you.

Remembering the danger you're in, you thrash around for dear life, only getting as far as squeezing an arm out from between the Pachirisu's lips. This is insane! This is only fun when you're seeing it happen to someone else, you don't wanna be digested! But the electric squirrel, naturally, doesn't consider any of your objections. It slurps your arm back up like a noodle before unceremoniously swallowing you down as a single lump, packing you way inside the tight, gooey yet still inexplicably blocky chamber deep within that is its stomach, sealing your fate.

Of course, this being a work of fiction, you don't have to wait long for the stomach to do its thing - where being digested alive should have taken hours, even days, you're processed over the course of mere minutes. Cubes of enzymes wash over you, coating you, bonding with your being... and before long, one by one, in turn severing the bonds that keep every single one of your own cubes connected together. The stomach walls continue to squeeze as you're broken down, reducing you to a colourful, gooey yet blocky soup within Pachirisu's stomach. Well, if you couldn't move before, you certainly can't move now. You have no idea how on earth you could ever move hundreds of individual pixels individually, even if any of them COULD move on their own.

The stomach clenches, squeezing you somewhere deeper into the Pachirisu's body. It takes you a few minutes to figure out where, with nothing else to gauge but the gooey, rhythmic sloshing of your remains as gravity seems to sway back and forth... you're inside their tail?

...ssschlurk...~

Something warm and wet presses against you from the outside. The Pachirisu repeatedly licks its tail, and you by proxy, forcing the sludgy you further along its length. Parts of you seem to 'click' into place in a neat, orderly fashion, blending unrecognizably into your surroundings for storage. A fate, it seems, that might very well never be reversed - as you're robbed of what little remaining humanity you still had and introduced to your new existence as the lining of a digital Pachirisu's tail, the only acknowledgement you seem to receive is a playful wag of the tail back and forth to ensure no part of you will jiggle about in there.

You're definitely not going to be alone in here, though. Its task complete, the Pachirisu gets back in to the default pose it assumed when you first opened the page, waiting for more idiots to open the link so it could lure them into the same position...

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#0417 PACHIRISU: THE SPYWARE POKEMON. TASKED WITH INDISCRIMINATE DATA HARVESTING, THIS ROGUE PROGRAM DEDUCED THAT DOWNLOADING ENTIRE USERS WAS THE ONLY WAY TO ENSURE 100% ACCURACY.