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Beaten, but not down (Luxray Vore/TF)

by PokemonTrainerWolfy, Sep 17, 2015, 4:27:46 PM

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Short Stories

"You're nothing more than a worthless shit!"

And just like that, I was thrown against a wall, again. I yelped as pain seared through my muscles and spine. The weak structure cracked as my back slammed against it with a loud crash, and bits of drywall fell down on my head as I slumped down to the floor. In a matter of moments, tears were streaming down my cheeks, but I did not dare to utter another noise. Any other sounds of weakness could result in another round of punishment, and my crippled form couldn't afford to take much more. Of course, that didn't my father from jerking me up from the ground, dangling me in midair. My legs instinctively flailed, begging for solid ground beneath them. I heard him scoff and tighten his grip on my shirt's collar. He brought me close to his face, ugly, contorted, reeking of liquor, and sneered.

"Fucking wimp.... I thought I raised you to be stronger. Bah, who am I kidding? Ya can't teach a born weakling to be anything but a disgrace..."

"Raise me? You haven't done a damn thing my entire life that could come close to that!" I retorted, trying feebly to pull away from him. That struck a nerve, and in an instant the pain in my back shifted to my waist as he smashed his knuckle into my gut. All air left my body as he let go of me, dropping me into a sputtering mess on the floor. I could taste blood in my mouth. I knew that I shouldn't have said anything, but it was my only defense against him. My body was weak, but my mind remained ever sharp. I needed it to survive in this household with him.

That was the story of my life. My brain struggling to keep me alive in a situation where physical power mattered just a bit more. Ever since my mother had died when I was young, he had been an abusive monster. On the outside, he was a charming, likable man. He was a successful businessman with limitless power at his fingertips. But when he came home, that power turned into something much darker. He was a sociopath at heart, and his ruthless tactics in business carried over into his raising of a child. I was beaten constantly, and for little reason. If I didn't respond to him fast enough, a strike across my cheek. If I didn't have a good enough meal made for him by the time I arrived home, bruises were left across my arms. Anything I did wrong in his eyes ended in my suffering. An even exchange for failure in his eyes, but nothing of the sort in mine. What made matters worse was that I had no means of protection. Even though he was the vilest human on this planet, I could never hurt him. My mother had taught me never to strike another living soul, to show kindness to all no matter what the show me. She was the most kindhearted person to have ever graced my pathetic existence. But all good things must come to an end, and the end of my life began when she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. A few months later, she was gone. When she died, I swore on my own life I would follow her beliefs. The abuse started soon after, and ever since I have thought about breaking my promise. But I never have. I couldn't wrong the only person in my life who ever cared about me like that.

By this point, I couldn't stop the soft sobs from escaping. I was too beaten down to resist the waves of pained grief from slipping out of my mouth. This only made my dad angrier, and in a matter of a moments, I felt a swift kick from a boot nail my side. Again I cried out in agony, my side exploding in a blistering blaze of pain, but earned no pity. Instead, another kick came, and another, and another until I stopped making noise. This was how it always ended, with my body and mind weakly balancing on the edge of conscious. Whatever it was about this state satisfied my father, and with a few muttered insults and a hocked loogie on my crippled body, he left me to lay.

I heard his boot-steps fade into a few rooms away, and began to slowly collect myself. My whole body was pain, and every movement dared to push me over the edge into unconsciousness. But through perseverance and experience, I managed to sit upright. I gasped quietly as I did, breath suddenly leaving my chest. The trauma had finally begun to take its toll on my body with these recent beatings, including losing the ability to breathe. I began to panic, fearing that my last breaths had finally been taken, but managed to take short intakes of air to sustain myself until normal breathing returned, all the while trying not to cry and risk my father's return. I managed to avoid sobs, but couldn't stop the soft whimpering that dared to press through my resistance. Tears slowly dripped down my cheeks, stinging the small cuts on my arms as they fell to my skin. I shut my eyes slowly and tried to ignore the pain, but failed. My whole body was wracked with suffering. Cuts, bruises and bleeding, both internal and external, occupied my mind. It was all becoming too much for me. All the years of mental and physical abuse were finally catching up with me, and no longer could I brush them off and continue life. Something had to break, whether it was the cycle of pain, or me.

Somehow through my pain, I managed to stand myself up. I almost fell a few times, but got myself to an upright position. I stood there for a moment, shaking silently like a thoughtless shell. In my state, my eyes happened to glance at the nearby back door. Something in my head suddenly clicked. That door was an escape from this hell. Nothing was stopping me from simply walking out of the door and out into the world. Of course, we lived far out from any nearby city in the countryside, but at this point, I'd chance dying in the woods compared to living another day under the abusive rule of my father.

I silently limped to the door and gently touched the nob. It was cold under the warmth of my palm, and I froze. This was it, the moment of truth and change. Gently I turned it, praying that it would be silent. It squeaked lightly, and once more I froze in place. I listened for the sound of hurried steps towards me, but after a minute of toxic silence, I dared to twist to knob once more. Pressing outward, I slowly opened the door and slipped outside onto the concrete path leading to the backyard. I shut my eyes as I felt the cool night's air brush over my battered body, easing my pain enough for me to walk forward.

As I stepped closer towards the walls of trees, I heard a sudden scream of raw anger. In an instant, my whole body was consumed in a mad dash. Pure adrenaline flooded my entire system, fueling my legs just enough to get me as far away from the house as I could. Behind me, I could barely make out the sounds of tromping steps and furious screams. But it all flew over my head. I was too consumed in the escape to care about my surroundings. I couldn't tell you how long I ran for. For me, it felt like hours, doing everything I could to get away from the demon that pursued me. I finally stopped when the pain in my legs became to great for adrenaline too cover up. My sprint slowed down into a jog, then a power walk, and finally back into the limp I had started with.

I was breathing hard, looking around to see where I had ended up. I was still in the forest, but was in a rockier section. I must have gone far enough to reach the border between the woods and cliffs leading to the mountains. I was amazed how far I had made it, but realized that I had still gotten nowhere. All I had really managed to do was get myself lost. Still, it was better than being back at home, being beaten. A sudden shot of pain my legs caused me to gasp and almost crumple. It had somehow slipped my mind I was still injured. My guess was that the adrenaline was finally leaving my blood, leaving the pain it was covering to come back with a vengeance.

I needed to rest, but I couldn't do so in the open woods. Glancing around me, I tried to find somewhere I could curl up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small cavern in an outcropping, a perfect place to rest for the night. I hobbled slowly towards its entrance and slipped in. Inside, the cave was dark, but faintly illuminated by the moonlight outside. I let myself slump down a few feet from the entrance, groaning as a brief wave of pain washed over me. Gritting my teeth, I shut my eyes and sighed, thinking about what I had just done. I had escaped my father, ending my suffering at his hands for good. But what do I do now? I couldn't do much in my damaged state, and I had no idea where the nearest populated area was. Worse yet, I had no idea where to get food and water, cutting my survival chances down to almost none. It seemed that I had gone from one hell to a new, slightly less painful hell.

Suddenly, I heard movement from my side. My eyes shot open with fear and I whipped my head around to see what it was, only to come face to face with a large Luxray. My whole body became paralyzed with fear and I froze, staring into its gold and crimson eyes. My breathing slowed to almost nothing as it stared back, observing me. After a moment, it made a movement backwards. I guessed it was getting ready to attack and gulped. Shutting hut my eyes, I put my hands up to my face in a flash to protect myself, waiting for a blow, but nothing came. Opening my eyes and dropping my hands a little, I looked at the Luxray once more to see what it was doing and found that it had sat itself down and had its head tilted slightly.

Confused, I accidentally let a, "What the..." slip from my mouth, and quickly covered my mouth. The Luxray remained where he was though, raised an eyebrow and began to speak in a soft tone.

"Are you okay, human? You seem more high-strung than a Patrat right now..."

I looked blankly at him for a few moments, and shook my head. "Y-yeah... I'm just fine."

"Well, you don't look fine to me," he said, standing up and walking towards me. He stopped a foot away and looked over me once more, lowering his head down towards my arms and legs. "In fact, you look like you were in a fight of some sort, and you definately lost."

I glared at him and moved away from him, turning my head with an annoyed scoff. "I'm just fine! I just... fell, that's all!" He furrowed his brow for a moment and sighed, shutting his eyes. In a moment, he opened them once more, though now they were glowing in a golden hue. I looked at him for a moment, then looked down, shutting my own eyes with another scoff. Luxray shut his eyes then, and scoffed himself in a raised tone and shook his head.

"There is no way a fall could do that to you! I can see the broken bones, the cuts, the bruises, the bleeding, all of it. I can see right through that lie, both literally, and figuratively." I looked up at him, about to retort, but stopped. I remember that Luxray had the x-ray abilities, and trying to lie to him about any injuries I had was pointless. He knew it too and pressed on, though this time with both his eyes and tone softened.

"Listen... tell me why you're hurt. I don't mean you any harm. I'm just curious...."

I hesitated a minute, searching in his eyes for some sort of malicious intent. But I found none, and realized that he was telling the truth. For the first time since my mother had died, somebody had actually sympathy and worry for me. That mere thought was too much for me in my beaten down state, and answered Luxray with a choking sob, followed by a full breakdown into tears. I fell into his body, burying my face his shoulder blade, weeping. He instinctively flinched and tensed at first, but relaxed after a moment. He set a paw on my shoulder and began to slowly rub my back, whispering softly to me.

"Hey, its okay, buddy. You're okay.... you're safe now..." he said. And he was right, I was safe. I was away from my father, away from my old hell, here in the embrace of a soul that cared about me. It was like I had stepped back in time, back to when my mother was with me again and had me in her arms, calming me from a nightmare that had woken me, or comforting me when I had hurt myself. Being here with this wild Luxray felt familiar, and I felt loved.

It took awhile for me to calm down, but eventually I did. As I returned to a coherent state of mind, I began to explain my situation to Luxray. I told him all about my mother, how my dad became the monster he did, all of the tales of beatings come to past, all of it spilled out of my soul and to the lynx Pokemon. He listened and absorbed it all, nodding and doing his best to not show his emotions for my sake. But I too could see past the facade. I could hear his breath slow as I told my escape story. I noticed his fur bristle every time I told a story of being beaten. I saw the tears daring to overflow in his eyes as I told him about my mother dying. But that didn't matter. What did was that he was understanding and listening to me, which was the kindest gesture I had received in a long time. By the time I had finished, Luxray was speechless for a few minutes, processing it all before finally speaking again.

"Y-you.... you've been through a lot, human.... More than almost any wild Pokemon will even go through in their life. I don't know how you made it this far, but it's an amazing feat." He smiled sympathetically, and I smiled sadly back, only managing a nod. He went silent for another few moments, head down, focusing, when suddenly he perked his head up.

"Hey, what's your name, human?"

Surprised, I raised an eyebrow, but answered softly, "Its Donovan.... yours?" Luxray smiled slightly and nodded, but quickly shook his head.

"My name doesn't matter right now. But I do have another thing to ask you. May I?" Tilting my head a bit and raising my brow again, I nodded. He smiled a little more and spoke again.

"Thank you." He then stopped for a moment and sighed, looking up at me with hopeful eyes. Now, I don't know how to ask this of you, but bear with me and think about it please. Here goes... Would you like a new life, Donovan? And if so, will you allow me to give you that new life?" I was taken by surprise and shook my head, blinking in confusion.

"W-wait what?" What did he mean by giving me a new life? How would a wild Pokemon do that? And why he want to do that in the first place? So many question buzzed around in my head like Combee before something stopped them abruptly. It had occurred to me that I really didn't have much of a life right now. All it really was and ever had been since my mother died was trauma, hate and a cocktail of other negative emotions. Even with the good memories of my past, would they really be able to counteract all of the bad experiences? I didn't know, but whatever the answer may be, it didn't matter. I had been given the chance to start a new life by somebody who cared about me, and no matter what Luxray had meant with his offer, one thing was for sure; it was far better then the one I lived now. With this in mind, I turned my attention to Luxray and nodded confidently.

"Yes Luxray, I want a new life, and I want you to do everything you need to do so!" He blinked, surprised at how powerful my response was, but smiled warmly and nodded with his own enthusiasm.

"Alright then.... I'll do it for you. But please remember to trust me, no matter what it seems like I am doing. Can you do that?" I hesitated a little as he said this, but shook it off, and nodded once more.

"Do whatever you need.... I trust you." Again, Luxray smiled and stood up, coming once more to my side. He stood himself in front of me and stood still for a moment before leaning in to nuzzle my cheek. I couldn't help but giggle like a child and melted right into him, rubbing myself against his warm, well-kept fur. He chuckled and continued on for a bit before suddenly stopping. He looked me in the eyes and lowered his head slightly.

"Donovan.... close your eyes please. I don't want you to be afraid of what I am about to do. Shut them tight and don't open them until I give the okay, please?" I tilted my head, unsure of why he'd ask such a thing, but nodded. I may not have understood the reason, but I knew for a fact that it was for my wellbeing. So, I did as he asked and shut my eyes. A moment after I did, I felt a sudden wave of humid air wash over my face. I crinkled my face, surprised by it and began to question what that was before feeling my head become surrounded in it. As my head was surrounded, I felt Luxray's paw gently press against the back of my head and guide me forward into something wet and squishy. I made a face and moved my hand to feel what it was, then froze. Underneath my fingertips, I felt a rough, damp surface, a tongue. I opened my eyes when I realized why things had gotten so warm and humid. It wasn't air, it was breath, Luxray's breath, and what my hand was touching was his tongue.

I was in Luxray's jaws.

Instinctive panic set in and I began to bring my other hand up to his face to hit him. I could feel him flinch as he saw my fist coming and stopped his paw. I almost hit him, but something stopped me. A memory from the past. Me, standing in front of my mothers grave as a young child, tears in my eyes, letting lose a few soft sobs here and there. And my voice whispering to the winds a promise, a promise to never hurt another living soul. My promise to my mother to never hurt anybody had stopped my first, and my trust for Luxray and caused it to lower. I may have been in his jaws, but he had promised to not hurt me. I knew it in my heart that he would swear by his words, just as I did my own. So, I let my arms slump down and relaxed, signalling to Luxray that I was once again calm. He too relaxed and gently rubbed my back, trying to soothe my woes.

I smiled a bit and whispered an apology, to which he responded with a muffled acceptance. Right after I felt his paw again press against my head, and without hesitation, allowed it to guide me. I could feel the tongue underneath my chin gently stroke against me, its rough texture providing an oddly soothing massage as it lathered my head with saliva. I giggled softly and shut my eyes once more and focused on the feeling of the tongue my face. It wasn't too long, however, before I felt myself begin to slip downwards slightly as my body was fed into Luxray's throat.

I remained at the entrance to the throat for a moment before I took a sudden jerk forwards, accompanied by a loud *GLK!* sound from Luxray that sent me on the second part of my journey. My head now became surrounded by slick, pulsating muscles that gripped my head with ease. They began to gently yank me downwards at a slow pace, moving in rhythm with the constant, rhythmic gulps Luxray took. Oddly enough as I descended down deeper and deeper into his gullet, I found myself enjoying the experience even more with each passing gulp. Luxray's throat muscles were surprisingly gentle as they guided me, their pulsing actions acting as another sort of massage for my body as it traveled down with them. It was relaxing and comforting, just like a hug.

My eyes had remained shut for the entire trip to the throat, and remained so even as my head was stopped momentarily, then squeezed. I winced, but remained as still as I could, not wanting to harm Luxray while the majority of my body was already in his throat and beginning to enter his stomach. The squeezing lasted for a few seconds, but ended rather quickly as I was slowly dropped down onto the squishy, damp internal surface of Luxray's stomach. I couldn't help but smile as more of my body began to slide in after, and in just a few more gulps, my feet were in as well. It was a surreal, being where I was. Inside the body of another living creature, in its stomach no less. But unlike what I thought it was going to be, Luxray's belly was quite hospitable. There were fluids, like I expected, but they didn't burn me. They merely bubbled around me like a sauna, warming my whole body as it bathed in them. Opening my eyes briefly, I could make out even in the darkness that the walls around me were a healthy looking pink color and coated with a thin layer of fluid themselves, making them slick, yet surprisingly soft.

I smiled once more and shut my eyes again, laying my head back against the wall of the stomach. As I did, I could feel the sudden rumble of purrs vibrate through my whole body. On the outside, Luxray had laid himself down on his side, enjoying the feeling of a large meal in his gut, nuzzling the swollen bulge of his paunch gently with the tip of his nose. I smiled a little softer and rubbed the wall where he nuzzled in return, eliciting another set of purrs and a chuckle from him.

"Thank you, Donovan... You have made me so happy by doing this." He smiled softly and ceased the nuzzles, instead laying his head down next to where my own was inside his stomach. "Now its my turn to do the same for you. Rest now, and soon your new life will begin...."

I didn't verbally respond to him. I only smiled and nodded slowly. I allowed my body to rest, letting all of the stress and pain leave my soul, finding myself in a place of safety. I could feel the fluids around me begin to warm, easing my mind further and further down into the darkness of sleep. I didn't resist its embrace and allowed the warmth to consume me, taking me under its wing and coddling me as its child. My mind began to go blank, and thinking became impossible. My whole world turned to tranquil darkness and blankets of warmth, but even as I faded, I could hear the sound of a beating heart, the sound of love, the sound of a caring soul guiding me into slumber. I smiled, then I was gone.

On the outside, Luxray had felt me cease all movement and sighed. "There we are, resting at last." He sighed contentedly and shut his eyes with a yawn as he laid his head atop his paws. "My body will start digesting you now, and I too will rest. But as I do, your new life will begin, starting in the morning." And with that, he too fell into a restful sleep as his belly gurgled and groaned, slowly shrinking itself as my body slowly became nothing within.

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I awoke suddenly, raising my head up and looking around me. I had felt like I had slept for only a minute, but felt as well rested as if I had slept a whole day. I looked around at my surroundings and found myself still in the cave. I blinked and shook my head, wondering why I was out here. I had remembered being inside of Luxray when I had gone to to sleep, but now I was out here. I went to scratch my head, but found that I couldn't reach it with my paw....

I froze. Why did I have a paw? Was I dreaming? I looked down at my arm and saw that there was indeed a paw at its end, and that my arm was no longer an arm, but rather a leg. I gasped and looked at my other arm and both legs. They too had undergone a change too and were now the legs of something else. I stared at them for a few moments before something behind me caught my eyes. Whipping my head around, I saw that it was a tail wagging behind me, my tail! I let loose a yelp and began to panic. As I did, I heard a yawn behind me. Turning my head around, I saw Luxray slowly waking himself up. He yawned once more and began to stretch himself out before noticing me. He smiled warmly at me and nodded.

"Good morning, Donovan! Did you sleep well?" I stared blankly at him, my jaw agape with no words able to escape. Luxray chuckled and sighed. "Meowth got your tongue this morning, huh? Don't you remember what I said?" I furrowed my brow and tilted my head, trying to figure out what he meant. It took me only a moment before realization slapped me in the face. I looked over myself once more and began to realize that my new shape looked very familiar. The color of my fur, the shape of the bottom of my tail, all of it pointed towards one answer.

I was a Shinx.

As I finally pieced it together, Luxray came to my side and sat down, setting his paw on my back and gently rubbing it. "I told you I would give you a new life, and I did, my child...." Hearing him say "child", I looked up at Luxray with surprise for a moment, then broke out in a smile and nodded. He had indeed given me a new life as promised, just not as I had expected. I considered this for a moment, then grew sad. I realized that I still had retained my memory, even in this new body, and remembered all of what had happened to me. At the same time, all of the sadness seemed to be much weaker, and the happy parts of my life much more significant. And best of all.... I had a dad that loved me as a father should.

With my new-found happiness exploding into my heart, I smiled again up at Luxray with small tears running down my cheeks. "T-Thank you for this... Dad..." Luxray smiled softly and only nodded, taking me under his paw and pressing me against his body in a warm embrace. I cried still, but laughed at the same time as I began to nuzzle his chest. I may have been in tears, but I was happy. This was my new life, and I couldn't wait to live it.