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 was going to be a simple job. Break into a mine after everybody had gone home for the day, swipe whatever valuable metals and ores you could fit into your backpack without it breaking, then escape without anyone noticing to pawn it off on whoever on the black market would take it. It should have been simple - there was almost no security and no cameras. But it wasn't the people here that you underestimated - it was the wildlife.

It'd happened so fast. Before you'd even made it into the mine, you'd found yourself cornered by a Purrloin. You thought it was only there to bully you until it opened its mouth. Now here you were, stuffed into a stomach that by rights you shouldn't have fit inside. Though the surfaces around you were still soft and slimy, the pressure inside is excruciating, your body aching as the digestive system continues to squeeze you harshly. Your body is already curled up as tightly as it can possibly contort, but that still isn't good enough it seems. This process seems to want to go further beyond that, undulating and churning around you ferociously, not to mention the motions you can clearly recognize from the outside. Firm sways, rubs, even grinding, the feline no doubt deriving a sense of pleasure and satisfaction from the dominance it demonstrably holds over you.

It seems like this is going to continue until some part of you starts to give - and give it does, though not for the reasons you were expecting. The digestive juices around you starting to take effect, you feel your shoulder become soft enough to cave, smudging in between your cheek and your neck with a loud "SQECH" noise. Similar squishes happen all over your body as the process picks up, sounding almost like squishy popcorn as you're compacted more and more. You feel your shins, thighs and torso collapse together into a gooey lump, your arms become inseparable from your hips and chest, and your head is pushed down into the sludge that remains as your facial features are smudged down into an unidentifiable mess.

Even now, the stomach continues to squeeze and compact you relentlessly. It feels more like being stuck in a piece of industrial equipment than the body of a cat. If anything, the pressure seems to INCREASE now that you're soft and gooey, compacting you with the kind of force that you swear would snap solid steel. You didn't think there was anything left that could happen to you in this state... and yet, very slowly, you recognize that even now, you can still squeeze further inwards. Compacting, becoming denser, as compact as the very atoms of your being can possibly allow...

Suddenly, the pressure finally relents. You can see light again... you think? Seeing anything is kind of a struggle right now - it's almost like your vision is shattered, seeing multiple different angles at the same time that don't converge on anything. And you can't close your eyes either, not that it's a surprise - you haven't been able to move for a while now, but the inability to filter light away now of all times is quite annoying. Straining to focus, you slowly recognize that you're outside of Purrloin again... and they're holding you in their paws with an excited look on their face. You can feel the vibrations of their purring, and the unmistakable sensation of sharp claws digging into your back - something that feels like it should have hurt, but somehow didn't.

Purrloin begins to scrape its claws along your form in what feels like a careful, measured precision, prying a chunk of you loose... is that a diamond? Some kind of gem? You can notice it glinting in the light as the feline continues to carve it, still feeling it as though it's a part of your body even though it's completely separate from you. You don't understand. You're a crystal now? What did it do to you...? Your question goes unanswered as you feel the warm, wet sensation of Purrloin's tongue dragging over the now carved, disembodied chunk of your body, polishing it to a spectacular sheen before wearing it around its own wrist as... some kind of bangle?

The process rinses and repeats, as Purrloin continues to convert you into bits of jewelery and accessories, feeling the sensation of your form spread out all over its own body. Earrings, claw decorations, fancy eyelashes, even its chisel-shaped tail gets a ring of its own to show off. The largest chunk of you remaining gets the most attention, fashioning you into some kind of effigy. You find yourself suddenly able to move bits of that effigy as crude hands and feet are carved into it, for all the good that does - after tossing you into its mouth whole for a long, DEEP polishing session, it fashions you into a shiny necklace, clearly the pride of its craftsmanship.

Over time, it becomes abundantly clear that you have no hope of escaping from the smug Purrloin. You spend most of your days just dangling from its neck, flailing helplessly with nothing to walk on. Even on the rare occasions that the cat removes you, it's usually just to polish you. Or to tease you, laying you gently on a clean surface to playfully bat you around like a ball of yarn or a mouse toy. It takes a while for the realization to set in, but you begin to reluctantly accept your new purpose.

You're not a person anymore... you exist only to be flaunted, and there's nothing you can do about that.

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#0509 PURRLOIN: THE JEWELER POKEMON. A BRILLIANT GEMCUTTER. ITS FEROCIOUS STOMACH SQUEEZES WITH ENOUGH PRESSURE TO CONVERT PREY INTO GEMS FOR ITS CRAFT.