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A Gooey Experience *WARNING* This story contains soft vore involving a Pokemon and a human.If you don't like vore, please don't read and complain about it in the comments, thank you.
Splish splash, splish splash, splish splash.... with every step you take you, you make the wet, squelch of water under foot of your boots. It had rained the day before, the first time in who knows how long; leaving the ground and surrounding trees drenched. All the plants that had once been seemingly dead from lack of water now appeared more alive with the satisfaction of their quenched thirst. You looked around at this new life trees and smiled. It was not often that these trees seemed so alive and happ
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After a whole night in Sola's Belly, Mina was finally let out, then was directed toward the base of the mountain to be shown how to get back home.
"So goodbye!" Mina exclaimed as she headed down the mountain, all the way until she reached the first part of the forest. Sitting down on a tree stump to relax, she repeated her plan out loud to prevent getting eaten again.
"First, attack with a force palm, then run away!" She said quietly, remembering it for later. As she began on her way, she spotted a Luxray walking toward her. The Luxray seemed interested in her, which Mina knew instantly what he wanted.
"No. You can't eat me!" Mina exclaimed, force palming the Luxray to get away, however, she ended up getting shocked instead. The Luxray stood over her, Licking his lips.
"A good friend of mine told me about a Mienshao who tasted so good... You must be her." The Luxray said, as his stomach growled loudly. Before
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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