Another Third Person Milotic Vore - Request

Charlie, a 12 year old boy, walked down the streets of the bustling downtown of the kingdom of Ezzek.  His whole life, he had always wanted adventure, but he hadn't found it.  Yet.  He sighed and decided that maybe he'd go to his secret spot, get away from the crowd.  So he made sure noeone noticed him, and he went into the bushes.  This was a shortcut to his spot: an abandoned building.  He loved this place.  Here, he could get away from it all, make up adventures.  The building was once a fossil recreation center, but it closed down years ago when the fossils had just about gone extinct.

Charlie entered the building.  The remains of scientist's work was strewn all around the ground.  He looked around.  He hoped that one day he could fix the place up a bit.  He then walked up the stairs.  He soon reached the top floor.  He climbed out onto the fire escape, which he used to reach the top of the roof.  Charlie sat down on a chair he had brought up there.  He just sat there and enjoyed the view.  He could see the forest, and the edge of the city in the distance.  He sighed happily and smiled.  Sometimes he felt like he could just sit up there forever.

The sun soon set.  Charlie's smile faded.  He knew he would have to go home soon.  He had such an abusive family.  He'd always wanted to leave, but if he did, he'd have nowhere to go...  If only he could find that life of adventure he had always wanted.

Charlie then heard a strange noise: a cracking sound.  He grew pale with fear.  He looked down.  Sure enough, the floor was cracking.  He got up out of his seat and went down the fire escape.  When he looked in through the window, he saw the entire building was cracking.  It was going to fall down!  Then, the fire escape landing gave away.  If he hadn't grabbed the edge of the windowsill, he would have fallen.  Charlie frantically cried out for help, but noeone was around.  He was losing his grip, and the building was going to come down any second.

Charlie thought it was all over, but then he saw something attach onto the building.  It was a rope, with a claw attached to the end.  Charlie was confused.  He then saw someone climb up the rope.  The mysterious man appeared to be a ninja.  He had a full body silver jumpsuit that covered every part of him except his eyes.  The rope had come from a gun that he was holding.  It was a type of grapple gun.  The ninja then swung over to Charlie and grabbed him by his waist.  Charlie was being rescued!  Just then, the whole building fell.  "Hold on!" the ninja yelled.  He took one last swing and dropped to the ground just as the building collapsed.  "Th-thanks." Charlie said, still quite shaken up.  The unknown rescuer gave Charlie a pat on the back and said "No, problem."  Before Charlie could say anything else, the ninja ran off into the woods.  

Charlie sighed and headed for home.  It was quite dark now.  Boy, were his parents gonna be mad.  He walked down the empty streets, feeling pretty empty himself.  Suddenly, he heard a scream.  He looked in the direction of the scream, and he saw a man with a gun run from the butcher's shop.  The man had a sack of money over his shoulder.  He turned back to the shop.  "HA HA!  I GOT YER LOOT RIGHT HERE! COME AND GET IT!" the man said while firing some random shots in the air.  The robber took off past Charlie.  Charlie saw multiple knights come after him.  For some reason, Charlie felt like following along, to see what would happen.

Charlie was dumbfounded at what he saw.  The robber took 6 gunshots to the head, and a sword in the back, and he was still running along as if nothing had happened.  They soon reached the harbor.  The man ran aboard his ship, followed by two knights.  The man shoved one man overboard, and he stabbed the other one in the neck.  One knight, who appeared to be the leader, ran aboard the ship to face the thief.  A sword fight ensued between them.  While they were fighting, Charlie snuck aboard the ship and hid behind a barrel.  After a long and harsh battle, the criminal ended up slicing the knights head off, and throwing his body into the ocean.  The man then kicked away the gangplank so that noeone could get on the ship...or off.  "Uh, oh." Charlie thought.  Now he was trapped on board.  The man raised the sails and went up to the steering wheel.  This isn't what Charlie had intended to happen.  He thought of jumping overboard, but when he looked over the edge, they were already on the open ocean.

Soon, they came to rough waters.  The man grumbled with annoyance.  Then, a REALLY HUGE wave hit the ship, which caused the barrels Charlie was hiding behind to fall over and roll across the deck.  Charlie was exposed.  Sure enough, the man noticed the crashing of the barrels, and turned his head, to see Charlie sitting there.  The man's eyes widened, and he dropped anchor, right there in the middle of the stormy seas.  He came down to the deck and looked Charlie over.  "Blimey, a stowaway!" the man said at last.  Charlie was scared, after seeing how dangerous this man was.  "Uh, yep.  I'm the stowaway." Charlie said, trying to sound confident.  The man stroked his beard for a few seconds, an then he said "Well, then... welcome to the crew!" he said as his face suddenly turned cheerful.  He hoisted Charlie to his feet and dusted him off.  "What's your name, lad?" the man asked.  "I'm Charlie!" Charlie said, glad that the man hadn't thrown him overboard by now.  The man took off his hat and took a bow.  "The name's Pete.  Pete the Pirate!" the man named Pete said (in case you haven't noticed by now, Pete is my favorite protagonist).

Pete got a critical look on his face.  "Hmmm, well Charlie, you're not exactly dressed aproppreately for Pirating... but don't worry!  I'll fix you up!" Pete said enthusiasticaly.  Pete then slapped a bucaneer hat on Charlie's head, and gave him a gun and sword.  "Much better!" Pete said, proud of the "work" he had done.  Then Pete raised the anchor, and they continued sailing.  The two talked and laughed around for a bit.  For a pirate, Pete was a cool guy.

Then, they heard a rumbling noise in the water, and they saw bubbles.  Pete froze, then drew his sword.  Pete's sword was HUGE.  The blade was six feet long, and a foot and a half wide.  "Brace yourself Charlie my boy.  Things are about to get ugly." Pete said half with fear, half with excitement.  Out of nowhere, something exploded out of the water.  It looked like a giant squid thingy.  "What is that?!" Charlie asked franticaly.  Pete turned to him and said "That... is the kraken."

The kraken lurched foward and wrapped its tentacles around the ship.  Pete and Charlie fought bravely, running around chopping off any tentacle that came near, but there was to many, and the ship began to sink.  "Charlie!  Get to the rowboat!  There's an island over there!" Pete yelled.  Charlie looked off into the distance, and there was a large island.  "Charlie, I've been to that island many times before!  The pokemon there will try to vore you, but don't worry, they won't hurt you." Pete assured.  Vore... Charlie had never heard that word before.  "Wait a minute!  What does vore mean?" he asked.  Pete rolled his eyes.  "Vore is-" but before Pete could finish, a tentacle hoisted Pete into the air, and impaled him on the sharp coral reef.  Charlie made all haste to get to the rowboat.  He quickly jumped in and paddled away just as the ship submerged.

Charlie reached the island shore after about an hour of rowing.  He was sorrowed that Pete was gone, but he wasn't ready to give up yet, so he headed into the woods.  "Wow, this place is amazing." Charlie thought to himself.  Charlie heard a voice behind him.  "What brings you out to this place, youngling?" the voice asked.  Charlie turned around.  He saw a man in black clothes with a hood.  "Who are you?" Charlie asked.  The man stepped closer.  "My name is Villian." the man said.  There was something peculiar about this guy, but Charlie dismissed the feeling.  "I'm Charlie!" Charlie said cheerfully while extending his arm.  Villian shook it.  His hand felt cold and lifeless.  "Would it be a bother to you if I walked with you?" Villian asked.  Charlie shrugged.  "Why not?" he replied.

So the two walked together for a while.  Charlie noticed something strange.  The pokemon had been so cheerful and lively before, but when Villian drew near to them, they looked like they wanted to curl up and die O_O .  "Tell me Charlie, what do you know of someone named Roy Exittare?" Villian asked.  "Um, well, he was the commanding knight in the Ezzek kingdom, but then a pirate killed him, and now he's gone." Charlie answered (see my story "Pete's Encounter: Dragoness Vore" for details).  Villian looked toward the sky.  "He's not dead.  I can feel it." Villian said while clenching his fists.  Charlie raised an eyebrow.  "You got a problem with him?" Charlie asked.  Villian turned to Charlie.  "He wishes to be the death of me." Villian said uneasily.  "Why?" Charlie asked.  Villian hesitated.  "That information is classified." he said mysteriously.  Charlie was beginning to trust Villian less and less.  Then he heard an elderly voice in his head, and it said "don't trust Villian, he plans to take your information, and then kill you." the voice said.

Charlie drew his sword and pointed it at Villian.  "WHO ARE YOU?!" he demanded.  Villian's face turned to a glare.  He drew a nightmarish black heat blade (which is like a lightsaber) from a well hidden sheath.  Villian emmited a demon-like cry and lunged at Charlie.  Charlie was barely able to raise his sword in time to block the attack.  Villian's heat blade was a vicious blur as he quickly advanced on Charlie.  Charlie gave out a desperate battle cry and launched a blind slash.  Charlie sliced off Villian's left sleeve, which revealed that he had a mettalic arm.  Villian then punched Charlie in the neck with his metal fist.  Charlie felt the breath slip from him.  He gagged as he stepped back.  Villian stepped foward and slashed a wound in Charlie's chest.  Charlie cried out and swung his sword back at Villian in retaliation.  His swing was easily deflected by Villian, who then socked Charlie up the face, causing his jaw to get dislocated.  This guy was insanely powerful.  Charlie wasn't one to back down from a fight, but he knew his limits.  So he turned and ran, with Villian close behind.

Charlie kept running, running, running.  Soon, he reached a cliff's edge.  At the bottom of the cliff was a lake.  Charlie turned away from the cliff to find another way, but Villian stood in his path.  Charlie knew it was either fight or die... or both.  So he charged Villian, who knocked Charlie's sword away, and sliced him in the leg.  Charlie winced with pain and stepped back to the edge of the cliff.  Villian stepped foward and kicked Charlie right in the chest, sending him over the edge (just like in 300).  Charlie's fall took 3 seconds, but it felt like 3 hours.

Finally, Charlie hit the ground (yeah, he missed the lake ).  Charlie felt pain all over his body.  It felt like all his bones were broken.  Charlie lay there on the cold, hard ground for along while.  Then, through his blurred vision, he saw someone run up to him.  It was a boy.  The boy looked about 16 years old, he had dark brown hair, and ripped, tattered armor.  "Geez, what happened to you?" the boy asked with concern.  Charlie could hardly speak.  "V-Villian.  Fight..." Charlie managed.  Then he passed out.

When he awoke, it was night, he was sitting next to a campfire, and there was a cloth with food laid out next to him.  Charlie didn't see the boy from earlier anywhere, so he snarfed down the food.  He seemed to be alright.  After a few minutes, the boy returned with an armful of firewood.  He then noticed Charlie was awake.  "Hey, your okay!" he said with relief.  "Yep, thanks for saving me." Charlie said.  The boy smiled and asked "What's your name?"  "I'm Charlie." Charlie replied.  The boy extended his arm.  "I'm Roy.  Roy Exittare." the boy said.  Charlie's eyes widened.  "You're Roy?" Charlie asked.  "Uh, yep." Roy said.  "The guy who went missing?" Charlie asked.  Roy looked confused.  "They say I'm missing?  Have I been gone that long?" Roy wondered aloud.  Charlie nodded.  Roy sat down in depression.  "Damn." he said to himself.  

Then Roy's expression turned to one of fear.  He glanced nervously at the nearby lake.  It was bubbling.  Roy drew his sword.  Charlie had lost his sword, so he drew his pistol.  Roy motioned to slowly step back, so Charlie did.  Suddenly, something burst from the lake: a milotic.  "Charlie, keep moving back slowly, don't attack unless it comes close." Roy whispered.  The milotic stared at them hungrily.  Then it shot foward with lightning speed, and headbutted Roy, who coughed out blood.

Then the milotic wrapped around Charlie.  Roy jumped to his feet and charged with his sword.  The milotic was annoyed that it had to turn from Charlie.  It lurched at Roy and chomped on his arm, then threw him into the lake.  Roy's armor prevented him from swimming, and he sank.

The milotic turned back to Charlie, a mischevious smile on her face.  "Hope you like to be vored." the milotic said through telapathy.  Charlie sighed with exasperation.  "What IS vore anyway?!" he asked with frustration.  The milotic looked suprised.  "You don't know what vore is?" she asked.  "NO!" Charlie said with annoyance.  She smirked.  "Let me show you then." she said with a smile.

Suddenly, Roy burst from the water.  "I'll...take...your...GOD DAMN HEAD OFF!!!" Roy screamed as he charged the milotic.  She was completely unprepared.  Roy really WOULD have taken her head off if Charlie hadn't cut in.  "Wait! Roy! Don't!"  Reluctantly, Roy stopped.  "What is it?!" he demanded.  Charlie wanted to find out what vore was.  "I want her to show me what vore is." Charlie said.  Roy raised an eyebrow.  "You don't know what vore is?" he asked.  Charlie sighed.  "I'm not going to answer that." he grumbled.  Roy shook his head.  "Fine.  Whatever, kid.  But if she decides to digest you, don't come crying to me!" Roy said in an angered tone.  Charlie looked at Roy as if he had just pulled the pin out of a grenade.  "Wait! Digest?! What's that supposed to mean?!"

Before Charlie could get an answer, the milotic lifted him into her mouth.  Charlie flailed fearfully, but the milotic only shoved him in deeper.  "HELP!" he managed.  Roy shrugged and said "Hey, your the one who wanted to see what vore is."  Charlie was in up to his waist.  He felt milotic's humid breath on his face as he slid over her slimy, pink tongue.  Milotic's frim throat muscles pulled Charlie down until only his feet were left sticking out of milotic's mouth, which closed around them.  Charlie kept getting slowly pulled down.  Finally, he slid out into a slightly more open space that he guessed was the stomach.  Charlie silently prayed that he would make it out of there alive.

The milotic licked her lips and asked "How do you like it in there?"  Charlie couldn't respond.  He was paralyzed with fear.  The milotic nuzzled Charlie from outside.  "Don't be afraid.  You won't be harmed." the milotic assured him.  "But you will smell like a dead fish for a while." Roy added with disgust.  He coughed out some more blood.  "I'm gonna go sit down..." Roy murmered as he stumbled over to the fire.  Charlie felt comforted by milotic's words (he ignored Roy's comment).  So he started to relax.  Charlie realized that he liked it in there.  No, he loved it.  "It's wonderful." Charlie said.  "Is this what vore is?" he asked.  The milotic smiled.  "Yes." she answered.  Charlie fell asleep.  Happy and content inside his new friend's belly.

                                                               ~Epilogue~

Roy sighed and began to pack his things.  The milotic noticed this.  "Going somewhere?" she asked.  Roy slung his bag over his shoulder.  "Yes.  I've let my emotions rule me for too long.  It's time for me to do something I should have done long ago.  I have a mission to complete." Roy answered.  And with that, he left.

Yes, this leads up to the events of my three-part conclusion of Roy's first story that I'm going to make soon.