This is my first vore story, so please don't complain if it's not that good. Well anyway, enjoy!
''GRRRROOOOUAAAAAGH!!!'' You moan in pain as you lie down in a defeated heap at the top of a mountain. You had had your arm chopped off during an intense sword fight with your former master when you had turned evil and joined team rocket (so yeah, your the bad guy here.) Your former master stands over your broken body with a sorrowful look on his face. ''YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE!'' He yelled at you. '' You said that you would destroy team rocket, not join them!'' ''You said that you would bring peace to the world of pokemon, not try to enslave it!'' He said close to tears. ''GRRRRRRRRI HATE YOU!'' You sputter with sheer hate in your voice. As your former master walks away he turns back to you one last time and says, '' You were a son to me... I loved you...'' He said trying not to look you in the eyes.
Just then the ledge your sprawled out on snaps and you plunge towards the unforgiving rapid sea below you. ''NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAUGH'' You scream as you sink beneath the waves... The pain of the saltwater seeping into your open wounds is unbearable. Unable to swim from all the pain you were under, (not to mention the fact that you only had one arm) you prepare to close your eyes and surrender yourself to the sea, but before you do, you see a large, dragonoid shape coming towards you. It was a lugia OoO.
Noticing you are seriously injured and nearly out of breath, it gently wraps its wings around you, trying to think of how to help you. You struggle desperately. You didn't want its help, help was for the weak. Then, the lugia got an idea. A mischevious smile spread across its face. Not liking the smile, you struggle even more, but its no use. The lugia then places your head in its mouth, savoring you. It obviously liked your taste. It then pushed you in more, reaching your shoulders. You struggled more, but this only made the lugia more eager to finish you. It pushes you in deeper, now reaching your waste. From inside the mouth, you feel your body slide across its warm, slimy tongue and then into its greedy throat, coating you with saliva. It soon reaches your thighs. You feel its gentle but firm throat muscles eagerly pulling you downwards. Soon, all that is sticking out of lugia's maw is your feet, which it slurps up like a string of spaghetti. In a matter of seconds, your head pops out into a slimy sack you couldonly assume was the stomach. Soon the rest of your body was deposited into its belly. It was tight, so you were forced into a fetal position as the stomach walls formed around you. You were so physically and emotionally exhausted from your battle, and it was actually quite pleasent inside the lugias acidless belly. You wondered why it hadn't begun to digest you, but you didn't have time to care, because before you know it, your asleep. The lugia giggled as it heard you gently snoring inside it.
You awake on a hospital bed with a doctor standing over you. Then you noticed an artificial metallic arm had been sewn on to your right shoulder socket. You tnen realize that your all better! You could rise again and continue your quest to enslave the world of pokemon! An evil smile streches across your face as you grab the doctor by the neck.
Meanwhile, outside, the lugia thad had brought you there had been watching the hospital, waiting to see you again. It is suprised to see the building go up in flames (which had resulted from you stabbing a gas tank). The lugia then saw a sword in one of the surgeon's backs. The Lugia then saw it was the same sword it had found you carrying. By the time it had realized it had helped nurse an evil commander back to health, it was to late. You had escaped into the forest to wreak havoc another day.