Faith

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Name: Faith Age: Early 30s (in pokémon years, equivalent to mid-20s human) Race/Species: Thievul (anthropomorphic)

Physical Appearance: Faith is a lot to take in—literally. Her most striking feature is her absurdly oversized rear, a pair of wobbling, sweat-slicked orbs that rival Wailmers in sheer mass. The fur there is perpetually damp from her own musk, a thick, pungent aroma of fox and exertion that clings to everything she touches. Her tail crack glistens with moisture, and the heat radiating from between her cheeks is enough to make anyone flush.

Her torso, by contrast, seems almost comically slim—until you notice the way her stomach distends when she’s packed with prey, stretching taut like a overfilled sack. Her breasts are generous, plush soccer balls of fur and fat that bounce with every step, though they’re overshadowed by the sheer presence of her backside. Her arms and legs are toned but sleek, built for quick, sly movements rather than brute strength.

Faith’s face is all sharp vulpine charm—narrow golden eyes that gleam with mischief, a muzzle often curled into a smug grin, and ears that twitch at the slightest sound. Her fur is a rich, reddish-brown, darker along her spine and fading to cream on her belly and thighs. The star-shaped tip of her tail is perpetually flicking, either in amusement or to waft her own scent toward someone unfortunate enough to be downwind.

And then there’s the sweat. Oh, the sweat. Her armpits are perpetually damp, leaving dark patches in her fur, and her thighs chafe unless she walks with deliberate care. But it’s her butt crack that’s the real spectacle—a humid, musky crevice that’s practically a microclimate, where fur sticks together in damp clumps and the air is thick enough to taste.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Personality: Faith is the kind of vixen who laughs while counting stolen money—not because she’s cruel, but because she genuinely finds the absurdity of life delicious. Her predatory instincts are matched only by her playful sadism; she enjoys the chase, the struggle, and especially the moment her prey realizes they’re doomed. But don’t mistake her for heartless. She’s fiercely maternal—just ask the pup she’s raising—and has a soft spot for underdogs (ironic, given how often she eats them).

Her humor is dark, dry, and punctuated by belly-deep chuckles that make her fat jiggle. She’ll tease friends by sitting on them ("You smell like bad decisions—let me fix that") or tucking them into her womb like a living safety deposit box. Loyalty is earned, not given, but once you’re in her circle, she’ll smuggle you past danger in her own body—though she might demand payment in belly rubs afterward.

Faith’s confidence borders on arrogance, but it’s hard to argue when her ass is literally twice the size it was yesterday. She’s unapologetically carnal—sweaty musk, gurgling guts, and all—and sees digestion as just another form of intimacy ("What, you don’t wanna be part of me forever?"). Beneath the mischief, though, there’s a code: she only swallows those who deserve it (or who look really tasty)

Background:

Faith wasn't always a predator—at least, not like this. Born in the dense forests outside Spikemuth, she spent her early years as a scrappy Nickit, surviving on stolen scraps and the occasional pity meal from wandering trainers. But survival was never guaranteed. One winter, after her litter was picked off by a hungry Mightyena pack, she learned the hard way that mercy didn’t fill bellies.

By the time she evolved, Faith had already developed a reputation—not just as a thief, but as something worse. The first time she swallowed a trainer whole, it was an accident. A panicked reflex when he tried to grab her tail during a robbery. But the way his muffled screams faded into her stomach, the way his squirms became hers... something clicked.

She didn’t just steal wallets anymore. She stole lives.

Spikemuth’s underground adored her. Fences paid extra for the valuables she “recovered” from prey, and her growing rear became a status symbol—proof of her appetite. But it wasn’t just about the money. The power was intoxicating. Watching cocky trainers realize too late that their Pokémon couldn’t save them, feeling their struggles soften into sloshing chyme... that was hers.

Now, with a pup of her own to feed (and spoil rotten), Faith’s become more selective. She hunts trainers dumb enough to wander alone at night, letting her tailhole gulp down their Pokémon first—just to hear them beg before she seals their fate.

And when her belly’s full and her ass sways with fresh fat? That’s when she’s happiest.

Quirks:

• Anal Vore Enthusiast: Prefers tailhole consumption—something about the tight squeeze and the prey’s muffled protests delights her. She’ll even mock-complain ("Ugh, this one’s wriggly") while her grin says otherwise.
• Musk Maverick: Lets her sweat build up deliberately. Her butt crack and armpits reek of thick fox musk—a point of pride. Friends get "scent-marked" via ass-smothering sessions (her version of a hug).
• Unbirth Buddy System: Only offers womb refuge to trusted pals. Will tease them about "being reborn cute" if they opt for transformation.
• Post-Digestion Ritual: Pokes her flattened belly mournfully, then immediately perks up upon checking her plumper rear. "Worth it."

types of vore thay do

Soft vore - In soft vore, prey is consumed alive and whole — though not always willingly — and are often unharmed before reaching the stomach, where digestion, asphyxiaton, transformation or simple captivity may await. Soft vore is often regarded as sensual and sexually-oriented due to its largely non-violent nature. Some vorarephiles derive pleasure from watching animals like snakes eat other animals, as they usually swallow their prey whole, a major element in soft vore.

Sometimes the prey simply being in the predator's mouth, often with implied intent to eat but without actually being swallowed is considered soft vore. the prey is likely to comment on the pred's breath upon exiting the mouth.

Anal vore (tail hole) (her fave) - Anal vore is the consumption the character via anus or tail hole. The prey is typically drawn through the digestive tract to the stomach where they are digested in a normal fashion. Conversely, prey may simply remain in the predator's rectum for a time.

unbirthing/unbirth vore (only does with friends) - the process consist for the female of one world to swallow someone with their womb and as the prey is in the pred's womb, the predator has now two choice; first, they could put them in for safe keeping if there is danger; Second, they can transform the prey into the species of the predator (if asked), some do change the gender as they transform them.