Pinsir, the Stag Beetle Pokemon, stalked the forest, looking here and there for something to eat today. It had been fortunate for a while, and was a large example of its species, with a rounded stomach and thicker arms. As it walked along, it didn't notice the pair of vines slowly creeping up behind it, until they had grabbed it by the ankles and dragged into the bushes, shoving its feet into some tight opening in the ground. It strained and tried to pull itself free, but whatever had it was strong, and wouldn't let him go. Its ankles were being sucked in, and the interior felt thick and gooey and much too warm, and it couldn't identify what was touching it on the inside. Once its legs were securely inside, the vines came back and grabbed its wrists, tugging it from both sides and and making it impossible for the Pinsir to use its arms. The whatever-it-was was pulling it in even deeper, up to the bottom its rounded stomach. The Bug-type fought with all its might, but its main weapon was its pincher, which was useless if it couldn't bend over to bite at what was holding it. It would lean one way, the the other to try and snap the vines that were holding its arms, only to pulled in the other direction by the opposite vine. By now, it's stomach was inside the thing, and it was halfway consumed. It was then that the smell reached it, and it stopped struggling. The sweet scent... It was... intoxicating... Pinsir began to relax, looking dazed, and the vines carefully tucked its hands into the consuming maw, and its pincers barely twitched when its head was consumed, and finally its pincers themselves were claimed. The vines slipped into the ground, and there was no more movement from that place for several days, until there was a soft rumbling sound, and the hole emerged from the ground, revealing itself as the bulb on the back of an especially plump Bulbasaur. It climbed out of the hole it had used to hide while it digested the Pinsir, and now it was ready to start hunting for food again. Its bulb was unusually thick and vibrantly green, and the Bulbasaur itself was so fat it had to waddle as it walked. It was a successful predator, and was looking to evolve soon. The future was looking bright!
Then it noticed something coming down the path...
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