This choice: Its tongue, licking your face. • Go Back...Chapter #4Eaten by the Pinsir by: W. Scarf   A wet lump suddenly swipes across your face, brushing a thick liquid onto you as s cheek is dragged up by muscle. Your vision is recuperating from its blurry state, only until everything suddenly goes dark. Wet walls push against the sides of your head, squishing your face together while steamy air vapors over it. A pale, pink tongue brushes under your chin to slather your muzzle in a gooey substance as a strange deep moan echoes around you. You wince at the disgusting squelching running over you head, endeavoring you to try and pull out wherever you were trapped inside. Your brain still ached from the tree's impact, scattering your sense to struggle your comprehension of what was really happening. The squishy surfaces clench at your entire head, yanking on it as a slimy tentacle slaps over your face again and again.
On the outside, the Pinsir murrs in glee with bloated cheeks as your body loosely sticks out from it shoulders down. It grabs your arms and presses together against your sides, pulling you in forward to devour your neck into its maw. You feel a shift and your head slides forward, receiving a bath by the pulsating tongue while the soft clenching walls around you yank down. After your shoulders are squeezed through, you manage to force your dizziness away, giving you the time to realize what was occurring. You try to move your pinned arms, but they remained caught in the grip of the Pinsir's mouth, and your legs had been lifted up, incapable of touching the ground to be left to kick the air helplessly.
You angrily grunt and attempted to yell, but no room appeared in the Pinsir's throat for you to open your mouth. Pulling more of you in, your torso is devoured into the vertical toothy maw, and the clawed hands leave your arms to hold your legs in place as your waist is ingested inside. The tongue thrashes outward, gliding and sweeping across your crotch area to unwillingly elicit a recoiling gasp out of your muzzle by the sensitive feeling. You didn't truly desire to be pleasured in such a demonic way, but your body refused your involuntary thoughts and thrives with excitement.
Your member pokes out, throbbing at each touch of the tongue as the tasting muscle begins to juggle around your blue furred sac about, teasing you. The infected murred at the bag's fuzzy texture and flavor, practicing the weight of your wincing balls by juggling them around some. Instead of your legs kicking and struggling to free your body, they bent at their knees while occasionally twitching in such physical joy. You didn't want it to end this way, but it was better being swallowed whole pleasurably then being torn into a gory pile of limbs to be eaten bit by bit.
Your testicles got the best of you while you growled loudly, releasing their seed out into the Pinsir's mouth to wash in and over-flood with. Spewing out from the mouth, you unwillingly hump your knotted doghood into the tongue, squeezing out any remainders for your own enticement to be finished with your last closing moments. Was it supposed to end like this? Was your entire life meant to lead up to this point? Defeated and swallowed down by this Pinsir for you to hump your way down into its stomach, forever to be used as mere belly fat? You whimper woefully once reality overtakes you. There was no hope for you to escape, and by living alone in the wilderness, no one would miss you or even know of your existence. Knowing this sorrowful factor, you regretfully submit, ceasing any to all struggles. Without a struggling Lucario, the brown shelled anthro points its head upward, letting your legs and twitching paws to sink down into its depths.
"D-Dang it...Rgghh..." Your mind speaks out to yourself, having trouble to even think anymore.
As your nose tip presses against a fleshy flooring, your head reaches the Pinsir's awaiting hot stomach, growling for food. A brown shelled bulge sported out from the outside of the Pinsir for the infected pokemon to press its clawed hands on the protruding gut, rubbing and squeezing the outer lumps of your body. The tongue licks at your foot pads, cleansing them before sending them down into the Pinsir's purring throat.
The rest of your wet body arrives at the stomach, curling in and somehow managing to fit inside the tight space compacting around your doomed furry body. The heated and soft cavern walls press against your body, as you feel an outside force pat your soon-to-be-digested form. This was it. This was your demise. Your small adventure through these woods have ended you up with an ejaculated prick, a saliva covered body balled up inside a Pinsir's stomach as bubbling fluids begin to fill the sac. The fizzing juices spread around your lower half and stop, ready to work on your body on up. The belly jiggles around, bouncing with diagonal swishes, insinuating that the newly fat Pinsir was walking. Its hands still continue to squeeze through the tight walls, feeling you lightly wriggling within the sloshing liquid from the chamber's shakes. The musky air is depleting with your panting sobs wasting it all. The oxygen leaves you, and you are left to faint within the creature.
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The Pinsir sat down with its back against the tree, letting a large, brown round belly sag out in between its opened legs. Burping, the tongue parts from the vertical toothy lips, hanging down lazily as it drips more of the once tasting saliva and Lucario cum. The infected Pinsir pats a clawed hand on the gut, pressing in and feeling the flesh from it droop slightly over its claw-fingers as a twitch from the body encased inside it moves. It purrs from its victim's weak squirms as they soon die out and the stomach juices overtake the Lucario's body.
The rain finished its downpour while the Pinsir fell asleep, blissfully digesting you away.  |
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