AnonymousTyper

Warning, there are extreme amounts of cursing in this story, and vore, too, so read it if you like vore, and don't mind cursing. Life was always the same for me. Screw up one, get beaten until I can barely stand. My father was the cause of hell on Earth for me, every time I'd do something wrong.. Something to anger him only a tiny bit, he'd beat me shitless. I was growing more tired of it, everyday. There's only one thing that I see as a positive factor that was created by this entire mess, and it's that beating me senseless has increased my pain tolerance. The first ten punches he'd throw at me wouldn't hurt, but I pretended like they did

 Omaigawd! Chapter two of "Lari the OIAM Pokémon." Yae, and this story contains vore, in case you weren't looking at the title. By the way, thank Dragon-vore-lover for suggesting to me another story! Life continued to be amazing with me and Lari. We'd have fun all the time, and the special part.. Well, I guess you'd know what I'm talking about. Every night, she'd get hungry, and we'd have no food. So.. I had to improvise, and give myself as food to her. She never digested me, in fact, and it was always warm in her stomach. We both had a great time every night. You might be asking, "Hey, Travis! Why don't you just go get some food for h

 Warning, there be vore in dis video! Yah, ya heard me, voore! You don't like it? Then begone! If you actually do like it.. Enjoy! Also, a cussing warning. Life was wonderful to me. It was a precious thing that approximately seven billion people in the world are a part of. I know life is a wonderful thing, but other people don't. They say they're useless, that they're a waste of flesh and blood.. They're not, nobody is. Everybody is in this world for a reason, and you must believe that, for that I think it is a virtue. I like to go around and help Pokémon or people out as much as I can. It's a wonderful thing, it makes me feel.. Useful