Another addition to the small series that I started of Pokemon eating their owners for various reasons. While the first two had to do with mistreatment of the Pokemon in question, this one is slightly different.

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In the image, a older, higher level Furret is passed down from parent to son when he is finally ready to head out on his journey, with the parents thinking nothing of the fact that the boy has no badges whatsoever. The Furret had always been so obedient and caring, even around the child prior to being gifted to the boy. However, once the two set out and the youngster attempted to use the noodle weasel to capture a lower level Pokemon, it didn't listen to a word the boy said. It ignored him several times for several different commands and after an hour of trying to get Furret to listen, the youngster was ready to give up and take the disobedient weasel home.

"Come on, Furret.. Let's go home and get breakfast." This seemed to be the one time that the Pokemon listened, as the normal-type could be heard padding up behind the boy through the tall grass... And then it happened. The boy was jumped, wrestled with, and before he knew what was going on, the youngster was on his stomach on the ground, with his feet in the gaping jaws of the Furret. He could only stare back in horror as a wet swallow dragged him across the grass and his sneakers disappeared into the weasel's gullet. This wasn't good. But the boy had hope! It had listened to him once, didn't it? It had started following him home for breakfast right?

The youngster steeled himself and shouted for the Pokemon to stop. Furret didn't obey. It was devouring him whole, and at an alarming rate! It's head bowed to the ground, the boy's knees were encased in the squelching wetness of the Furret's throat, swallow after swallowing sending rippling muscles to tug him deeper into hot, sticky depths. The youngster tried again, a bit more frantically this time, Pokeball in hand and shouted for the weasel to return. His eyes lit up as the red beam shot from the ball and hit the Pokemon, but horror spread over his features as it did nothing. Furret didn't obey. Again and again, they boy shouted at it to return, the red beam pinging off the Furret over and over, wasting precious time that the boy didn't have.

In fact, he hadn't realized just HOW much time he had lost, his eyes closed and his mind elsewhere, apparently blocking out the sensation of throat muscles working over his body, of how hot and tight it was, how his clothes were soaked from saliva, and much lower, and stomach acid. His outstretched arm, face and part of his shoulder were the only things sticking out of the weasel, it's jaws gaping wide to allow for such a meal to pass through them, while it's tongue caressed the boy's cheek in a long, slow, slurping taste of supple flesh. There -was- no more time. He hadn't even called out for help, and even if he had, the boy didn't remember passing by a trainer on their way to this patch of long grass. It was all over.. He'd never see his mother and father again and -- No. He'd keep trying. He'd scream for the Furret to stop, for him to return to his Pokeball if he had to.. and that's just what he did. Once. Before the weasel stretched it's jaws wide to get them over the youngster's head, a hard swallow of slick, all encompassing muscles sending his world into darkness, all but his forearm holding the Furret's Pokeball deep inside the hungry Pokemon.

As his face was smushed against the walls of the weasel's gullet, other hand pushing the same near crushing muscle, feet scrambling for purchase in a wet sack part of his body resided in, the doomed youngster gave a final, muffled shout. A command to the Pokemon that handed down to him as a gift, to be a trusted, battle wise partner.. "RREGRK, FURGRT!" The boy cried, but as the last cool breeze of the early morning hours was replaced by hot, stifling wetness of the Pokemon's mouth, the youngster realized..... Furret won't obey.



..... Youngster blacked out.

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Hoo! That was fun. Just a bit of backstory to go with this image, though I suppose it technically doesn't need it. Anyway! This picture came out of a question that I had asked my fiance last night as I wanted to draw some more Pokemon stuff.. 'What Pokemon do you not see that often in vore that you'd like to?' His answer was Furret. I'd have to agree too. I almost never see this one in vore arts, so I drew it up as soon as he answered. Fore the Furret itself, I based it on a stoat for a more realistic look, as I didn't want to draw it as it was. I think it came out pretty good that way. As did the victim of this Pokemon's hunger, nameless youngster. It's a simple drawing, but I like it!

Art © myself
Pokemon and Furret © GameFreaks, Nintendo, etc

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