Demotivation Has Arrived At The Tefifonconnoisseur House, And While I Am Currently In The Process Of

Demotivation has arrived at the tefifonconnoisseur house, and while I am currently in the process of writing a fic involving some… turtles, I’ve been writing much less, maybe 2 paragraphs a day. That’ll be out sometime in September at this rate.

In the meantime, if you have a story request, chances are I’ll be more motivated to write for that, given that I’d actually have motivation to not keep you on the hook forever. If not, that’s okay; my creative writing class should keep my writing consistent for the semester.

See you again soon!

I promise the TMNT 2012 vore fic is on its way. I’ve been quite busy these past few weeks, but the story is around… let’s say 75% done. My hope is to have it published today or tomorrow.

I’ve actually had the Wattpad cover done since before I started writing, because for some reason I actually planned this out somewhat beforehand. I don’t usually show them off here because they just serve the purpose of being a cover with the story name, author name, and pred-of-the-(metaphorical)week, but F it.

I’m not drawing covers because I don’t do color. Sorry!

I’m in a G/T mood, might write a solely G/T fic, maybe even introduce OCs. I’ve got them, but my issue is I’d want to use ones I’ve introduced elsewhere, but I don’t want anyone finding that “elsewhere”.

Like vore is cool but G/T by itself is a goldmine.

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Previously Titled Pokemon XY Vore Fanfic

The old title, “A Midsummer Night’s Vore”, I hate now so we aren’t using it. This is indeed the 3000 word fanfic that was originally published in 4 parts in March of 2024. After this I’m going to write something and wait to publish the Atom Meister saga until later because dammit I wanna write. It’s either going to be Barley Lightfoot from Onward or something Wild Kratts, we’ll see.

So in this one, Ash Ketchum is the pred, but fret not because I’ve aged him up to 14 because the whole “10” thing is strange. If that makes you uncomfortable, though, you may want to skip this story. Anyways, enjoy! (Or at least pretend to)

Throughout regions of the Pokémon world, as with other worlds, there exists different criminal syndicates. Each region has their own unique group, committing crimes and stealing Pokémon for one motivation or another. What these motivations are, for the most part, are to us unknown.These criminal rings consist of the stereotypical trope of a background ringleader and enforcers known in the comic world as henchmen, henchmen that like most suffer from major incompetence issues. Simply put, if it weren’t for their physicality and Pokémon battle skill, they would cease to be useful.

None of these groups, however, are anywhere near the scale of Team Rocket, the Kanto crime ring. Lead by gym leader Giovanni, they hold the nation in a griphold of terror with enforcements across the land. In order to maintain his power, Giovanni often demands Pokémon with an abnormally high power level for the sake of an unfair advantage. Two henchmen were known as Jesse and James. The trainers were coworkers with a complicated friendship and shared pokemon, specifically an English-speaking Meowth and for this story, a Wobbuffet. The two had been tasked long ago in capturing a supposedly powerful Pikachu, whose trainer was known as Ash Ketchum. From here on out, the two will simply be referred to as Team Rocket due to the fact that no other team Rocket grunts will be seen throughout the story for reasons that will make themselves known soon enough.

Ash Ketchum. A trainer with dreams of Pokémon grandeur and a Pikachu who never rode in a pokeball. During his journey throughout Kanto, defeating gym leaders, he traveled with friends Misty and Brock. Whenever the two miscreants attempted to intercept the gang, they were blasted off and were unable to attain their goal. Eventually, the gang traveled to the Orange Islands. However was the Pikachu to be captured? A question that was answered with perhaps the most unforseeable answer: follow them out of Kanto. See, gangs never venture out of their territory of origin, often because they can’t get a passport. Still, Team Rocket received orders and were forced to leave for the Orange Islands, then for every concurrent region Ash Ketchum journeyed to.

We’ll catch up in Kalos, a nation known for good food, disrespectful civilians, and a striking resemblance to a nation known only to us as France. Here, Ash Ketchum met up with childhood friend Serena, electric gym leader Clemont, and his sister Bonnie. We’ve missed quite a few interactions already, but currently the gang travels through the woods. Jesse and James? Obviously in Kalos, following from far behind in order to not get caught. This is where our story, and the series of halfwitted choices are made by Team Rocket that lead to a… unique encounter with Ash Ketchum.

When one lays in the forest, staring at the night sky, ideas pop into their head. Sometimes, these ideas change the world. Sometimes, it provides us with things to do. Sometimes however, these ideas, fueled by tired delirium and perhaps dehydration, are so poor that they do not dare enter the world.

This last idea popped into the head of James, his blue hair practically glowing with excitement, his groggy eyes widening. We cannot be sure if there was any proper reasoning or doubt going through his head before he woke up Jesse, whose facial expression was allegedly akin to Yzma’s resting one. With excitement, he relayed to her his holy word.

“So, whenever we attempt to take Pikachu during the day, the twerps end up blasting us into the sky, so what if we sneak up at night?”

Jesse, who had no patience left so late at night, replied,

“We’ve TRIED this before. Our footsteps will wake us up. We can’t just minimize them”

“Ah, but that’s where my genius begins,” James replied, as he pulls out four butterscotch candies from his pocket. With the lamp Jesse turns on, she can see a shimmer.

…

During a previous night, Professor Sycamore and his team had been experimenting. Mega evolution stones are made, like most glass, from molten sand. The sand here, however comes from a magic source, one which we can’t pinpoint a location to. His laboratory supposedly got drunk, infused this molten material into butterscotch, and ate one to test the effects of the stone material on humans, since cell growth, and biological improvements, are known to result. However, this sand contains Oganesson-Tetrahydride, which when combined with sugar, compacts cells heavily. This caused the lab intern to shrink to a measly few inches tall, baffling everyone there. After careful examination, he returned to normal in 12 hours. It, as was normal, was written down and the candies were sealed away.

When the lab closed, James and Meowth snuck in and found the candies in a glass jar.

“Bott’s Shrinking Butterscotches?” Meowth jested, “Who on Earth would make something like that?”

“I don’t know, but it’s in here for a reason” James replied.

Reading the lab report attached, they discovered the incident that caused them to be sealed in glass. James decided this would be useful someday, and against Meowth’s judgement, smashed the glass and stole the candies, determined to eventually find a use for them.

…

“This is by far the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. You want to shrink, hide with the gang, and steal Pikachu?”

James, still determined to convince Jesse, said,

“Well, we get Meowth to take him and us once we send him our location. We’ll return to normal in 12 hours”. Jesse, while at first conflicted regarding this, reasoned that if they could return to normal, this would be foolproof. As mentioned earlier, all peons lack proper intelligence. Despite being one of the smartest, this general rule combined with her tired mind made a decision.

“Whatever, let’s do it”.

Jesse and James, prepared for the day at 6 in the morning, each grabbed a shimmering butterscotch.

“3, 2, 1, bon appetit”

Each popped their candy into their mouths. The taste… similar to the smell of a Mac and cheese candle that I found at TJ Maxx once. It took a lot of willpower to finish the dang thing, but they did. And going timing too, because here come the twerps! Ash Ketchum, with his Pikachu on his shoulder, Serena looking at a map on her Pokédex, Clemont tinkering with something a new invention that was already smoking, and Bonnie close behind. Within moments, they quickly started losing size. Once around a quarter of their normal height, they dashed towards Ash’s shoe.

“What was that rustling?” Serena asked, looking around with nothing in sight.

“That was odd… probably a passing Pokemon” Clemont answered, him too doubting his claims.

Meanwhile, Team Rocket, now going from a quarter of their size to a size of a quarter, had snuck onto Ash’s shoe, which was quite the bumpy ride. This was not going to be viable, each step rocking the two to the verge of hurling. Their best bet was the pocket, where they might not be noticed. Quickly, they started attempting to crawl up the boy’s jeans, the rough denim not providing as much grip for their feet as was properly needed, each step nearly sending them flying to oblivion. As his legs moved for a step, so did the two mini-peons. At this point, Ash was behind the others, preventing the three from seeing them, him eating an unidentified snack, unaware of the beginning of the Pikachu heist. Slowly making progress, the shake would cause one to lose some grip, each finger grabbing less, until by the time James got to the pocket. His hands in pain, almost throbbing, he was relieved to crawl in…

Except for his grip being lost. The blue-haired one began sliding against the friction-heavy denim, which generated heat and burned his face. As Jesse looked up, horror filled her eyes. She realized it was over. That they were going to fall and either die or worse: be caught. That in the latter case, their stupid idea, created solely by the incompetent twit who she was paid to call her partner, would be exposed to a bunch of 10 year olds. They could never live this one down. She hoped for the former, to fall and die quickly and painlessly rather than suffer the shame of their greatest failure.

Death, however, can only be so many places at once. The two fell onto the shoe, alerting Ash to the prescence of SOMETHING.

“Hold on guys, some things fell on my shoe” Ash shouted, the three stopping to look. Their curiosity turned into shock

“More like some PEOPLE!” Bonnie yelled.

Ash quickly figured out what he was seeing, miniature Team Rocket on his shoe, winded from a fall. If looks could kill, Jesse would have killed James, and had she not fallen so hard, she would’ve choked him. Ash grabbed the two and held them in an open palm, slightly curved to prevent a fall. He remembered a time long ago, in which something similar had happened to him and some other friends. Now, the roles had reversed. The thieves had become the caught.

“Another attempt to steal Pikachu, huh? How did you do this?”

Jesse, pissed, started shrieking, “THIS MAN RIGHT HERE STOLE SOME SHRINKING GARBOLIUM CANDIES FROM PROFESSOR SYCAMORE AND CONVINCED US TO SNEAK WITH YOU GUYS AND STEAL YOUR STUPID PIKACHU! I CAN’T BELIEVE I AGREED TO THIS!”

She finished by slapping James right across the face, his cheek turning as red as her ears.

“According to my research,” Clemont stated in his matter-of-fact like way, “Those candies, made from Mega Evolution stones, compress the atoms and shrink their consumers for around 12 hours. This also makes them immune to most damage.”

“Great”, Ash said, “so we’re stuck with the two of you for 12 hours, huh? What do we do with them? I can’t just use my pockets, I would need a pouch of some kind where I would know they were safe.” His care of them was somewhat confusing to the two, who had given only one or two cares about Ash the entire time they had been chasing him. But who cares, they have to stay with him for 12 hours! They certainly won’t have a fun time riding on a shoulder or a pocket, but that pouch option doesn’t exist.

This pouch option, one that had not been truly thought about, decided to make its self known with a growl. This pouch was none other than the ravenous stomach of Ash Ketchum. Breakfast had been light today, huh? Everyone immediately stared first as the stomach, then at the two miscreants. Jesse and James, confused at first, put the pieces together.

“Like I would EVER allow you to eat me! I will not accept death from YOUR hands!” Jesse yelled.

James reasoned, “But Clemont said we would be immune to most damage, probably including stomach acids”

“Shut it, James! You got us into this mess, and you’re digging us deeper!”

But the damage was already done.

“Guys, if you don’t want to be killed by some other Pokemon or lost in the wilderness, this is really our only shot” Serena pleaded. Ash’s face, unlike the others, did not reciprocate this idea.

“I’m not sure I could swallow two mini people whole. They might get stuck.”

“You basically swallow your food whole every day, it might not be hard. If you need, you could take a drink or something. And besides, it’s for their safety”

Ash continued staring, sweating, wondering if he would, could, mentally and physically, be able to swallow two things the size of coins whole. His throat was unprepared for things like that. It would definitely hurt. Then again, they were small. Maybe, just maybe, he could work them down.

“Fine”

Welp, here goes

Team Rocket’s mental preparations were minimal. There isn’t much one can do to get ready to be eaten. It’s not like humans actively swallow each other whole all the time, not in Kalos. There are rumors of such actions occurring underground in Galar, and fight clubs in Kanto often end this way, but these involved the Pokémon doing the consuming due to the size difference making it possible. Even in Galar, everyone involved was over 18.

But here, a human, a prepubescent twit, was going to be swallowing them whole, storing them in their minuscule and insignificant stomach, which had previously never seen anything besides food and dirt. His throat looked way too skinny to carry them down successfully. At the very least, if he was fully willing, there would be a commitment. But he was conflicted, nervous.

Ash, after several deep breaths, slowly opened his mouth. His teeth were somewhat sharp, but had definitely skipped one or two brushings. His gums were relatively healthy. His tongue was a healthy pink, with only a slightly brighter splotch near the back. His short uvula barely dangled over his throat, which looked bigger without tonsils, but wasn’t big enough anyway.

He stuck his tongue out for them to crawl onto, a tendril of saliva sticking to it. Jesse and James looked within with fear, but slowly and shakily climbed inside the maw, James being pushed by Jesse so that she didn’t have to go first. Jesse climbed in, more grossed out now that her outfit had been ruined by a small pool of twerp spit. Ash slowly rolled his tongue and clamped his jaw shut, encircling the duo in darkness.

Ash quickly decided the best way to go was to swallow one at a time. James was slightly taller, so he decided to gulp him after Jesse so that if he coughed him back out, Jesse would still be in. Pushing James to the cheek, he rolled Jesse to the back of his tongue slowly, being careful to keep James in place and Jesse away from his teeth, which could easily cut her. Saliva was emitted, soaking Jesse in preparation. She folded up slightly, mostly in reaction to her disgust. Finally, he took a deep breath in his nose and gulped hard, sending Jesse into the entrance of the throat. With sharp pangs in his throat, he coughed hard and thumped his chest to continue Jesse’s descent through the esophagus.

Jesse was squeezed very tight, making it hard for her to breathe. Every breath granted her hot, stale air with an acidic bite that slightly hurt her chest. After a climax of squeeze, she fell into a shallow pool of acid face first and then sat against the base of the stomach wall. Despite her memory of acid breaking down cells and being painful, she felt no pain thanks to the compaction of her cells. Lighting an LED lamp in her pocket, she finally saw the detail of the swampy organ she had found herself in. The stomach wrinkles were curvy and artistic, covered in a few tiny white bubbles. Her entire life, she had rejected the idea that beauty was on the inside. Her entire life, she had been praised for her outer beauty. It had been her only gateway out of her life into her current career. Now… she still saw it as gross and fleshy. The smell was abysmal, there was no beauty in this.

After Ash had been relieved of most of the pain, he then pushed James to the roof of his mouth. He hadn’t taken much time to get a flavor with his last little “snack” [the thought creeped him out], so he chose to suck on James to get a flavor.

To his utter shock, James emitted a flavor of cinnamon Pokepuff frosting, releasing platonic pleasure throughout his brain. He wasn’t expecting this taste and was sort of weirded out, but the flavor was sweet and he had the desire to savor this moment, to keep this flavor for as long as possible. Unfortunately for him, he had things to do, so he rolled James to the back too and as before took a thick swallow, emitting a loud reverberating wet sound that caused James to emit a yelp from surprise. With the extra saliva from the good flavor, Ash found James much easier to gulp down them Jesse. James also descended, falling on his head. Once Jesse spotted him, her floodgates left the room and a massive amount of rage entered as she chewed his ear off, screaming about how his stupid idea had humiliated them, her handbag and outfit was ruined.

The “twerp” gang looked on in horror. Well, all for Clemont, who was looking on curiously and taking notes. He fully intended on asking James and Jesse 300 questions regarding the experience for the rest of the afternoon.

“This will provide so much information for the world of science, thank you Ash!” He cheered, Ash looking on in annoyance.

“Are you two okay in there?” Ash bent down and asked his own stomach, his question directed to its contents.

“NO! I’M SICK! I’M GOING TO HURL!” Jesse screamed.

“We’re alive” James replied, earning him a death glare from Jesse.

With the combination of the terrible environment, Clemont’s inevitable interviewing, and the rocking from the long walk, the two were going to have a LONG afternoon. They did contact Meowth and let him know, to which he laughed and only obliged to follow after threatening.

One thing was for certain though: with Clemont and the weight and fighting within his guts, Ash was not going to enjoy this afternoon. If only it had been Clemont who had been the predator, he thought.

With the drama over for now, the gang kept journeying towards the next gym, ready for the next Pokémon adventure.