Chapter #6Prey for Hire by: Unknown You’re a ditto. Dittos don’t tend to have names, but you have your clients call you ‘Cyrille’ for marketing purposes. You see, your natural talents have made you quite popular among certain subsets of society. For a modest fee, you can make anyone’s deepest fantasies come true, in a consequence-free environment.
Perhaps a young couple longs to have a threesome with a Groudon, or a Virizion? Perhaps a widower wants to feel the touch and their dear departed lover, one last time? Perhaps some poor sap just wants a handjob while you’re taking the form of his mother? You don’t judge — you’ve heard it all before. In fact, you’ve forged your reputation exploring the deeper, more taboo corners of sexuality. Pokemon with niche fetishes tend to be more repressed, you see, and more willing to pay a premium to finally realize their ‘impossible’ fantasies.
The ‘vore’ community is one of the many you’ve taken interest in, and probably the one that will be the most relevant to the events that unfold here. You see, though the world of Pokemon has long been civilized, the psychological impulses left by evolution have not been reversed; thus, peculiar longings and urges still dwell in the subconscious of predators. For some reason, one of the ways in which this manifests is a sexual attraction to the idea of swallowing someone whole and alive.
Of course, such a thing is infeasible for most ‘vorarephiles’ to accomplish on their own. Contrary to popular belief, most Pokemon simply aren’t built for swallowing large prey; sure, maybe an arbok could swallow an eevee or something whole, but really, any Pokemon under six feet would choke themselves to death trying to swallow a measly joltik. That’s where your powers come in handy; since your client’s stomachs tend to be much more malleable than their throats, you can start off in a form that’s easy for them to gulp down, and then transform into gradually larger and larger forms to stretch their bellies out as large as their heart desires. You’ve been playing with the idea of playing the role of the predator as well, though that’s not really your forte.
Right now, you were trotting around your apartment getting ready, currently taking the form of a male lucario. Your form of choice tends to alternate every other week, but no matter which form you’re taking, you constantly wear a mask when you’re in public, to hide your face; most Pokemon are put off by a ditto’s default blank, vacant expression. Your voice, your gender, your species, all things you could change at will… but your face was an unavoidable constant. Today, you were wearing an ornate mask modeled after the jackal, as one would expect. It actually looked quite good on you; as it should, considering its price. Once everything was in order, you finally step out your front door, stopping to lock it behind you.
“Going somewhere?” You're slightly startled as a bemused voice knocks you out of your trance, composing yourself when you turn to see that familiar face. Cassia, your next door neighbor — a serperior with a pair of half-frame glasses balanced on her snout, and a ladylike cloche upon her head. She was carrying a few bags of groceries with the tip of her tail, indicating she was just coming home from the store. Your landlord was a passive supporter of safe, indoor sex work, and thus many of the Pokemon in your apartment building could relate to your line of work… none more than Cassia, though. She’s also quite active in the vore ‘community’, and when you’re asked to refer a proper ‘predator’ in the area, she was always the first you recommended. Being a literal plant, her stomach was completely harmless to most Pokemon, and thus she was happy to give her clients long tours of her digestive system, all the way from one end to the next.
“Meeting a new client,” you say simply. In such a private business, even your closest friends were pretty much on a need-to-know basis.
“How exciting,” she smiles, that same amused expression on her face. “Stay safe.” You nod curtly as you pass the length of her long, thick body in the hall, her tail brushing against your ankle as you make your way for the stairs. You had an entire bag of supplies slung over your shoulder for your upcoming appointment.
Compared to the usual requests, this sort of thing requires a great deal of respect and preparation on the part of both you and your client to keep it safe, sane, and consensual. You had the process down to a science, now. First of all, your clients were treated to a basic elixir you brewed specifically to the specifications of their digestive system (this, of course, came with the fee). You’d discuss your plans and boundaries for a few minutes while the elixir settled, until their stomach was finally safe enough for your stay.
To bypass the risk of being accidentally chewed or crushed in the throat, you’d enter their bodies by regressing into your gooey natural form and allowing your client to simply drink you. Once settled, you’d slowly transform into progressively larger and larger shapes, testing the safe limits of their stomach’s stretchability. After everything was said and done, they would regurgitate you into their bathtub or shower, and let you wash off.
There was some planning on their end, too. Beyond the normal expectations associated with your clients, such as showering beforehand and no pictures/videos, prospective predators were required to subsist on a minimal diet for a few days before the appointment to ensure the effectiveness of the elixir. Exactly how regurgitation was induced was up to them, but whatever method they chose, they had to be sure they could execute it with 100% certainty; and quickly, too, in the case of an emergency.
This responsibility meant you had to vet your clients carefully. Usually, you made most of your profit in the ‘vore’ scene from regulars you’ve known for years, and have come to trust with your life. Today, though, you have an appointment scheduled with a very promising new client. They saw your profile online a few weeks ago, where they were impressed by your glowing reviews, and you've been in contact with them ever since. They were nervous, but excited by the possibilities you offered, and if all goes well, they’d become a loyal ‘customer’.
You liked to meet up with your clients somewhere public first; talk things over with them for a bit while they digested their elixir, before the two of you are finally comfortable enough to go somewhere private. You saw your current client right where you expected them; sitting at an empty table at a cafe just a block away from your apartment, looking around nervously, as if trying too hard to act natural. Today’s client was...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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