A New Villager

A New Villager: a Pokemon story


WARNING: This story contains vore. You have been notified.





In the gloomy, overbearing shadows of the trees throughout a winding forest, a young Quilava races away from the biting rain of a incoming storm, stumbling from his weakened condition and feeling the chill of the rain seep into him. How did the poor creature come to this?

Well the answer can be found about an hour and a half earlier in Snowbelle City. From the doors of Wulfric's gym stepped out a young boy wearing a gray sock cap over short blond hair, his upper body adorned in a red down jacket, and beige jeans and red boots cloaking his lower half. The young teen huffed off down the stairs of the entrance, a premier ball clutched tightly in his right hand. He had just gone up against the Ice-type gym leader with nothing but a gift Quilava and Riolu, hoping that their typing alone would bring him a satisfying first victory in the Pokemon League. His lack of preparation, however, led to his defeat, dashing his dreams to ashes in his own eyes. Once he was clear of where anybody could hear him, he stared at the premier ball in rage before slamming it against a stone, releasing the weakened Quilava into the open as he fell to the earth with an audible thud. “Why can't you at least give me one friggin' win, you pathetic moron!?!?” the youth shouted in the fire-type's face. “I'm sorry!” the Quilava cried in his own voice which the trainer could not understand “I'm trying my best! Please don't hurt me” The human only stomped on the ground in cold cruelty as he walked away and said “Just leave. Go die in the woods, for all I care! Your not even worth the trouble.” The fire badger lied there in shock and despair as the human he had put so much faith into just rejected him as if he were a piece of garbage. He was dumbfounded until he heard a crack of thunder, and looked up to see a torrent of rain rushing toward him. He just ran in the opposite direction, not caring about anything but getting away from the approaching storm and the pain in his heart......and now the helpless creature lies on the muddy ground, cold and fear aching his bones.......

The Quilava was about to pray for his end to come quickly, when he felt something stick to his back, and he left the ground in an instant. Whatever had clinged to him slipped around his body into a secure grip, and the badger noticed the grip to be slightly sticky. He whipped his head around to view  his captor, a shiny Greninja. The bipedal frog sprung to a tree as he met the small mammal's gaze, and then crawled into a hollow space in the tree. As he began to shift the Quilava as to cradle him, the Greninja retracted his tongue into his mouth and softly spoke “Are you alright, little one?” The Quilava looked into the water-type's eyes, sensing care and compassion, making him burst into tears as he clung to the frog's midsection and sobbed his heart out. “There, there.” the amphibian cooed as he gently returned the embrace “Let it out. Why are you so sad?” The Quilava calmed down a bit as he sniffled his way through the story of all that had just happened. The Greninja listened intently as the badger poured his heart out, shocked that someone could be so cruel to such an innocent child. The amphibian thought to himself for a moment, and he quickly hatched an idea. “It's okay, little fellow” the frog assured the Quilava “I know a place where you can live a new life with people that care about you. I will take you there if you want.” The fire-type almost cried again as he pressed his head into Greninja's middle and whimpered “Please take me with you. P-please don't let me go.” Both pokemon smiled as they tightened their hug. Greninja could only stay this way a few minutes as he remembered something important: the little guy couldn't survive one more minute in the cold, or maybe even trying to walk. Greninja thought of a remedy, but he knew the Quilava wouldn't like it. “Quilava?” the frog said as he loosened his hug and looked the badger in the eyes “I will take you with me, but we both know you can't walk out there another minute.” The Quilava looked out the hole in the tree, seeing the downpour being even heavier then before. “What do we do?” he asked. “I know we just met, but I need you to trust me, okay?” the shiny Greninja said, to which the badger nervously nodded “yes.” The frog hung his head for a moment, fighting off the nervousness, before meeting the mammal's desperate gaze. “You need to let me eat you.”

The Quilava stared in a dumbstruck state for a few seconds, and then squealed “What?...No!...Please don't!...I don't w-wanna d-die...!”, trailing off the sentence in sobs as he hung his head in dispare. “Shhhh.” the water-type hushed as he held Quilava's head up with one hand while rubbing his furry back gently with the other “Please don't cry. I know it's a lot to ask, but it's the only way to get you to my home safely. If I try carrying you, the wind and rain will freeze you to death, and my stomach is the only place I know you can stay warm.” The fire-type looked at Greninja, then shut his eyes and tried to hold back tears. He wanted to trust the frog, he really did; but he knew how vicious predators in the wild could pick creatures like him off easily, especially in his critical condition. Not sure what to say, he pulled himself against Greninja's chest and whimpered, hoping that he could still trust his savior. The frog pulled Quilava off of him a bit, looked him in his eyes, and explained “I understand if you don't trust me, and I don't blame you, but I promise you I only want to protect you; if you don't trust me, then think of it like this: you can go it alone in the cold and mud, or you can stay warm and rest yourself within me.” He began to pet the badger's neck as he finished “Either way, I'll watch over you and make sure nothing else can hurt you.” As Greninja removed the webbed hand from his chin, Quilava looked away and thought about what he would choose; he believed the frog would devour him whether he liked it or not, but he thought about what his rescuer had said; he noticed the sincerity in his voice and decided that Greninja was right; whether he lived or died, being a meal for another pokemon would be better than trudging through the deadly storm. He turned his head to look outside one more time. it had gotten darker, signifying nightfall, and the storm had only gotten worse....

He turned to Greninja and replied to him “Okay. You can eat me. Just please don't take long” Greninja hugged him softly; he was going to go through with his plan either way, but he was thankful for the Quilava's consent. He smiled at the fire-type and affectionately licked his face before snaking his tongue around the mammal's middle, saliva soaking into his upper body and oozing over his legs. Quilava tensed up and groaned in disgust, but relaxed when he noticed the drastic change in temperature; it wasn't as warm as he thought, but compared to the rain, it was like a sauna. Greninja did this to acclimate the fire-type to his inner temperature, and when the badger traced his eyes over the tongue to the frog's face, he understood  this and nuzzled his head into the tongue as a “thank you”. Once Quilava was a bit warmer, the amphibian lightly tugged at him before slowly lifting him off the ground. The fire badger looked up in surprise and gazed into the Greninja's maw as his lips passed over his snout, and then his eyes; he almost completely lost sight of his surroundings, only slight outlines of everything being visible. Although he trusted the frog, his instincts still nagged at his mind telling him to struggle, and he began to whimper a bit. The black frog noticed the muffled protest of his meal, and so he softly pushed the mammal from his rear with one hand and propped himself up with the other, speeding up the process as to not trouble him anymore than necessary. Quilava was shocked as his snout was pushed through the the entrance to what he guessed was the esophagus. The muscular tube then pulled at his head as the predator's hand simultaneously pushed him further, much to the fire-type's surprise. Greninja sighed a bit as he began to swallow the badger, and with another gulp, he pulled his prey in up to his shoulders. Quilava groaned as another swallow squeezed him further, partially because of the pressure, and partially because of the increasing humidity soothing his aching bones. The shiny water-type reared his head up and took one final swallow, pulling the mammal's hips and legs in at once, the throat closing behind them. Quilava felt himself completely cut off from the outside air, and then noticed his own labored breathing; not suffocating, only tiresome. Greninja closed his maw  and lowered his head, letting the throat's peristalsis carry the badger the rest of the way. Quilava was almost used to the peristalsis waves when he felt his snout pass through another tight passage, and before he knew it, his body from the chest upwards was entering the Greninja's sac-like stomach, and another squeeze slipped his lower half in as well.

As the Greninja sighed in satisfaction, the fire-type sat up as best he could and tried to get his bearings, feeling around and squinting to see, though his vision cleared up quickly. Quilava rubbed his paws along the walls of the frog's gut, feeling a loose ooze build up on his fingers and running over his knuckles. Greninja rubbed a black webbed hand over his belly in response and asked “Are you feeling OK, little one?” The badger smiled a little as he layed back into the wall of flesh and weakly replied “Y-yes. Thank you....Greninja.” The shiny pokemon sensed sleep overtaking the poor child, and he softly cooed “Good. Now close your eyes and sleep. I'll get you to safety as soon as possible.” “Yes....sleep” the fire-type whispered as he laid his head on it's side and gave in to slumber. His last thought before completely drifting off was that whether he lived to see another day or never awoke again, he was thankful to have found someone that he could trust.....

The Greninja lightly patted the lump in his abdomen the mammal had formed and turned his head to the rain. He wasn't sure if even a water-type like himself could survive out there for very long, but he had to try. He sniffed the air quickly, trying to pick up the scent of his home, and once he was sure of the direction, he walked out onto a branch of the tree and crouched down, focusing as hard as he could, before snapping his muscles into action and rocketing off the branch and through the forest canopy. For a few seconds, he felt near weightlessness as he soared above the treetops, quickly spotting his refuge from such a high vantage point. He braced himself as he descended and launched out his tongue at a nearby tree branch, quickly coiling it around as he was about to hit the ground. Before he could make contact, however, his tongue , and he swung from the branch swiftly before  releasing his grip on the tree. Gaining speed from the stunt, he flew straight through rows of trees, and as he was about to fly straight into the trunk of one, he stuck his hands out and slid them across the trunk, the layer of mucus coating his skin allowing him to slide over the bark without any scratching on his smooth skin. The frog caught sight of his lodging straight ahead of him as he glided through the air for a second before snapping to a sprint, his gained momentum giving him tremendous speed. In only a few minutes, he had slid to a halt at the entrance of his home, a tree stump about as tall as himself, with numerous vines surrounding it, in front of a much larger trunk. He slipped through a hollow in the stump hidden by all the vines, seeming to have vanished had anyone been watching. Greninja silently trudged down through the tunnel leading from the entrance and reached his den, an underground lair held in a cavernous shape  by roots and vines tracing through the walls of soil, lit by a number of torches in the walls. “Finally.” the water-type sighed  before glancing down at his gut and said “Now, to take care of you, little guy.” The amphibian walked over to a cushion of giant leaves and tested their softness; he then kneeled over them and slowly started heaving, closing his eyes in reaction to the strain on his body. The bulge in the frog's midsection began to ascend into the his chest before bulging out in his neck. He gaped his jaws open as the head of the Quilava  protruded from the back of his maw, a bit stomach fluid spilling out of the shiny's lips and onto the floor. The shiny frog pokemon cradled the badger's head on his lengthy tongue as his middle was released from the esophagus, immediately followed by his tiny legs and feet. Greninja replaced his tongue behind the mammal's head with his webbed hand and pulled the little fella from his toothless mouth, cupping his other hand under the rear of his friend. He gingerly laid Quilava onto the oversized leaves, folding one end over for more cushioning under his head. Once the weary mammal was in his rudimentary bed, Greninja wiped off the majority of the sticky liquids soaking the fire-type, though he couldn't do much for his fur at the moment. “Sleep well, little guy.” the frog cooed; he then jumped up to a hammock he had hanging a few yards above the floor. As he situated himself for a good night's sleep, Greninja wished for the Quilava's safety, but he would worry about that tomorrow; for now, both of them needed a nice nap after a night like tonight.

Quilava could barely open his eyes as he stirred from his sleep; One he managed to do so, he realized he was in some kind of lair, and . He struggled to get upright as he looked around, and then it hit him; this must be Greninja's home. The badger was surprised he hadn't thought about that the moment he woke up, but he was almost too relaxed to care; almost, but not quite. Thinking on this, he scanned the area for any sign of the black frog pokemon, but he couldn't see anyone. He noticed a primitive wooden table approximately in the center of the room, and there was a small basket and a folded piece of parchment (though it was more basic than the paper he had seen while with humans). As he approached the table, he noticed how well lit the room was, and looked around noticing some torches in the wall, but all of them had been put out. The fire-type looked up and saw a tunnel in the ceiling, and upon further inspection, he identified it as a hollow tree trunk. Quilava assumed this was Greninja's main source of lighting in his home, but he wondered about how he kept the rain out, given last night storm. He would worry about that later though. At the table, he picked up the sheet of rugged paper and read it to himself. “Good Morning. Hope you slept well. There is some breakfast on the table, and there is a bathtub over to the left of the bed. Feel free to look around. I,ll be outside in the main village.” “A bath?” Quilava questioned to himself, looking in the direction he read, finding a rounded spot in the ground and a large wooden basin full of water. As he stepped over to it, he felt his fur, realizing a tingling sensation all over his skin and his coat being soaked in loose ooze. “Huh.” Quilava said to himself “Guess I'm still covered in Greninja's stomach fluids.” He looked at the giant bowl of water, and figured he needed to pour it into the hollow in the ground, which he did. He stepped into the miniature pool and used his paws to scrub everything he could out of his fur, the light stinging getting weaker and weaker, though he couldn't get rid of it completely right now. He picked up a nearby cloth as he climbed out of the “tub” and proceeded to dry himself off, convinced he was as clean as he was going to get for now. Once dry, he snapped his head forward and ignited his neck and tail to finish the job. “Feels good to have my flame back.” the mammal sighed “Now, time to find out where I am exactly.” He caught sight of the stairs and leisurely walked over to them, picking up the basket of food on the way. Once past the stairs, he shielded his eyes for a second as he adjusted to the beaming morning sun. At first, Quilava only saw forest, so he walked around to the back of the pair of tree trunks, and what he saw had astounded him.

The fire-type took in the sight of a sea of flowers, the occasional garbage can stationed throughout the area. His gaze drifted up to a gargantuan mountain side, a crystal waterfall flowing from the left of it. “Wait a minute.” Quilava thought out loud “I remember this place from a story; I just can't put my finger on the name” “The Pokemon Village” a female voice answered from behind him. Quilava turned around to meet the gaze of the most infamous pokemon in history. “M-m-Mewtwo.” the badger stuttered as he gazed at the cat-like pokemon. The legendary towered over him; she was at least 7 feet tall, if not more. The psychic feline kneeled down in front of the fire-type and spoke. “Yes, I am; and I understand you are Greninja's little guest he was talking about this morning.” “Greninja?” Quilava inquired “Wait, you know him?” “Indeed.” Mewtwo replied “for you see, he is one of the protectors of the Village. He in the central pond if you want to see him.” “Thank you.” the badger replied “Um, which way is it?” “I'll take you there” Mewtwo explained; as soon as she spoke, psychic energy flared up around Quilava, and without warning they both rocketed through the air, Quilava dumbstruck as he was flying for the first time in his life. Within seconds, Mewtwo floated down to the ground, bringing the badger down seconds later. They were standing in front of a huge pond, complete with reeds and lilly pads. About three yards to the side, they spotted Greninja lying back in the bank of the pond, only his head above water. “Greninja!” Quilava exclaimed as he hopped over to his friend. Greninja sat up when he heard his name, and upon catching sight of the fire-type, he rose to his feet, kneeled down and opened his arms for a hug. Quilava jumped to the frog's chest, and the two embraced each other simultaneously. “Glad to see you're OK.” Greninja sighed “Did you sleep well?” “Yep.” Quilava replied cheerfully “And thank you for the....”; his voice trailed off as he looked around him and said “Hey, what happened to the berries.” Mewtwo flew over to the two of them with the basket in hand. “I got it.” She said before handing it to Quilava. The fire-type thanked her and began eating greedily. “Well, you're famished, aren't you?” Greninja teased as he held the young mammal close. After about a minute, the Quilava had finished all the berries, his once thin middle now distended from all the food. Greninja spoke “Well, now that you've met some of our residents, how do you feel about the Pokemon Village.” “Well, I've heard of this place in stories,” the mammal began “but  I never thought I would get to be here. Is everyone here as nice as you and Mewtwo?” “Pretty much.” the shiny replied “Everyone here can live without worry of cruel trainers. Oh! We should get back to the main village; everyone wants to meet you.” “The whole village?” Quilava retorted. “Yep.” the frog replied “we all wanna welcome you. You see, we all kinda treat each other like family, and when we adopt a new member, we wanna make sure they feel welcome in our home.” “I would love to meet everyone!” the badger replied. “Well then, let's wait no longer” And with that, the two of them strolled throughout the village to meet everyone. There were so many pokemon to see, from petite little Minchinos, Marills and the like, to towering Charizards, Snorlax and such, along with many other, too many to easily count. Everyone was glad to meet Quilava, and he felt just as happy to meet so many potential friends.  

As the sun was setting and most of the pokemon were turning in for the night, Greninja said to his badger friend  “You can stay with me until we find you somewhere to set up a home.” Quilava nodded, and the two of them headed back to the frog's subterranean lodging. Once inside, Greninja walked over to a “cabinet”(a hole in the wall covered by a piece of bark) and pulled out a basket of bread rolls, a bowl of berries, and some jerky. “Where'd you get the meat from?” the mammal asked “Some Zoroarks, Dittos, and other shape shifters trade stuff in human cities.” Greninja explained as he got the table situated. Once food was on the table, the shiny went to another cabinet with some frost around it and pulled out two bottles of milk. “Is that from the humans too?” the fire-type asked, his curiosity growing. “The bottles are from stores or people that threw them away or were going to; we bring them here and clean them, and some  local Miltanks and Gogoats use them to store milk in and sell them.” “Huh,” Quilava said as he thought on all this information. “I never knew pokemon could be so civilized.” “Well, when you get a lot of people together that wanna help, amazing things can happen.” Greninja replied with a smile. The two ate heartily that night, Greninja teaching about the lifestyle of the Pokemon Village, and of some of his close friends. Quilava was entranced the whole time, eating his food continually like humans eat popcorn at the movies. Once the talk was over, Greninja looked and saw that  most of the food was gone; and he saw Quilava's gut was almost completely rounded, and the badger wasn't looking so hot. “Well, seems you're full, and then some.”
Quilava looked at his paunch and blushed as he apologized before letting out a short belch, which Greninja chuckled at and said “No biggie; all that food was for you actually.” “Really?” Quilava said in surprise “Thank you.” “No problem”, Greninja reassured before gulping down the last bread roll “Now then, where do you wanna sleep; I'll take whatever you don't.” “Actually,.....”Quilava started, his cheeks turning a dark pink “can I sleep next to you?” “Really?” Greninja asked, a bit confused “You're sure.” Quilava nodded faintly and looked away, embarrassed at his request. Without warning, the frog gingerly picked him up and held him tightly in one arm as he climbed up to the hammock. He laid himself into it and slid over to give his guest decent space. Once the fire-type was seemingly comfortable, Greninja threw down some water to put out some of the torches, leaving a few lit for a dim night light. Greninja gave his friend a light rub on the head before closing his eyes and getting ready for sleep. Before he drifted into slumber, however, he felt something scoot onto his chest, and he opened his eyes to see Quilava's head on his chest, the badger snoring ever so slightly. Greninja was surprised to this act of openness, but he was actually glad for it; he was glad to be someone Quilava could be close to and feel safe around. He would ask him about it (as nicely as he could) later, but that could wait. With a content sigh, Greninja wrapped his arm around the dreaming mammal and prepared for a great sleep. Quilava was one step closer to a whole new life.



To be continued



Pokemon is owned by NINTENDO.
Story is mine.