(animalistic male giant pokemon, watersports, reference to genitals
This Tauros might not have seen you at all, but as you learned from your experience with the prior one, that is a distinction that may well not matter...and one that could prove temporary. You're not about to allow yourself to endure a repeat experience in another Tauros' maw....but running away from it could also prove deadly. You lack a lay of the land, and while you could run from this Tauros, there have to be at least half a dozen others...and should even one notice you running -not impossible despite your small size- you could ignite its aggressive instincts and get quickly smashed underhoof in one horrifying charge.
Instead, you think smart and decide to take advantage of the opportunity this oblivious Tauros poses. It may be a mountainous threat, but it is a mountainous threat with a key blindspot beneath it. And as long as you hide beneath this Tauros, you won't have to worry about getting trounced by another. You briefly regard the giant Tauros' muzzle from below. It seems to be near identical to the prior one, but has a slightly meeker expression. It also seems to have a bit more meat on its legs. A bigger eater, no doubt. You shake your head, realizing analyzing the giant is pointless when you're still moments away from being swept away like a salad garnish, and you quickly bolt forward beneath the giant bull.
The Tauros' head quickly swoops down, arriving against the grass right behind your back, its mane of fur just narrowly missing you. You breathe a sigh of relief as the Tauros goes to down on the grass, perhaps chowing down on it more aggressively than the first one you encountered did. It looks like this one is probably dining for the long hall. You shudder at the thought of being in that patch of grass, but turn your attention to your current surroundings instead. You are standing right beside the Tauros' dense right forehoof. The hoof alone would be big enough to trample a bus, at least a bus small enough to accommodate you, and would certainly be hard enough to trample you into a smear. Even against a softer patch of soil, it would be able to pummel you and push you so deep beneath the earth that you'd more likely suffocate than emerge. You look up at the towering leg of the creature, your mouth agape at the sight. To think a living being as big as this could exist. Just how much grass did this thing have to eat to amass this much body mass?
You continue moving beneath the Tauros, looking up at its underbelly...and then forward at a sight that should disgust you, but instead fills you with a sense of inadequacy and morbid curiosity. The bull pokemon's Cock looms large from above...a towering pillar of masculine flesh in every sense of the word. It's over five times as tall as you are, and about as wide as you are tall. His girth hovers high above you, well out of reach, and for a moment you forget that its loins belong to a lowly farmyard beast. It's a shaft fit for a monstrous god, and you turn your head from it in deference. Returning your focus to the legs of the creature, you see the creature's hind legs take a step forward KTHOOM KTHOOM, your body swept off of its feet by the colossal bovine's movement. More munches sound out as the creature munches on at its grassy meal. You crawl back towards the front of the creature, doing your best to maintain your position beneath its body, lest it eventually pass you.
And this pattern continues for a good half hour, your tiny form protected by the unaware's beasts body, yes, but also imprisoned within the perimeter between those four legs, and even then only an imperfect portion of it. For the moment you flee, you will be exposing yourself to an even worse situation. To a potential encounter with another Tauros' unaware hoof. Better the devil you know, as the saying goes. KTHOOMs sound with every hoof of the giant, and you can only hope that he's still dining by the time the crowd has dispersed.
And then you hear a noise you hadn't yet heard before. A sound like that of a raging river...no ..a waterfall. Turning your head up you see a torrent of yellowish water...no..piss! Descending down from above. The beam of vile fluid strikes into the soil and sends muddied dirtgrains flying like debris from an artillery round, and you can only be thankful you weren't at the epicenter of the blast. Realizing that the situation might worse at any moment, you rush to the side and forward, an advancing flood of piss and mud at your back . You maneuver as best you can around the grass blades as the hot invading cascade from behind gains and gains on you. But you manage to avoid it. As you pass by the bull's legs, the fluid disperses wide enough from its origin for the soil to soak it up into a boggy swamp, the terrain transformed by simple unthinking gesture from the giant.
You breathe a sigh of relief as you watch the piss wave subside. And as you do, you hear another novel noise. The unmistakable sound of a fart breaking out of the behind of the giant, each of its three tails billowing very slightly from the force of the fart. As you observe the tails, you catch a glance of them lifting up, giving you a clear view of the creature's enormous anus...which is beginning to expand. N...no! You turn to retreat from it, but you slip off of your feet, which evidently hadn't completely avoided getting wet from the piss wave. Before you can right yourself, a boulder -sized turd hurdles down from the Tauros' backside and crashes into the ground below. Actually, 'boulder' and 'crashes' aren't quite the right descriptors here. For this turd lacks anything resembling the consistency of a boulder. Oh no, it is a dollop the size of a car at least, and it has all the consistency that one should expect of a bull's shit.
The turd practically explodes into a thuck but nevertheless liquidous puddle that quickly engulfs your tiny body's legs. You scream out and get a good agonizing whiff of a scent that would put the prior Tauros' breath to shame. You gasp in and out and turn your attention up towards the anus of the bull, knowing it would be rare for a creature such as this to drop a single turdlet alone. Indeed, another one is already on its way out of the creature's anus and breaking off as you watch. It crashes down onto the first one, not directly hitting you , but the resultant pressure from the second turd expands the first out further, now engulfing you up to your waste. No longer interested in wasting your time watching the inevitable, you begin to claw at the dirt, trying to free your body from the thick, squishy pool of feces. And you make some headway.
KTHOOOM. The Tauros takes a single step forward. At first you fear it is about to step on you, but it won't be long before you wished it did. No, the step had no direct impact on your body, but it did advance the Tauros' anus a half pace forward. The creature munches on soil, possibly unaware that it's even shitting, nary a care in the world. But shit it must. A third dollop descends down, this one directly falling onto your right hand and breaking it in the process. You scream in pain and make one desperate attempt to bring your body to a stand before you can be completely engulfed. And with your legs so nearly freed, you manage it... only for a wall of feces to spread out over you as the third turd flattens out and the two puddles merge. You find yourself upright, but buried up to your neck in feces. With only one good arm, you make a weak attempt at swimming your way through the sea of shit.
A fourth turd crashes down, this one bigger than the others. Your head descends beneath the surface, and you wind up ingesting the unfathomably foul liquid . Unfortunately, closing your mouth does nothing to filter out the flavor, for the waste is already there. You claw your way upwards , gravity impairing you, but not quite denying you forward progress. You just barely manage to free your face long enough to see a fifth turd break loose, a sixth fragment still hanging from the Tauros' tail, really adding insult to injury (as if being buried in shit wasn't insult enough) at this point. You are completely engulfed again , and this time nowhere near the top of the paddy.
And with no plausible way out from under the mess, you're left to idle in the murky depths of the bull's shit as the Tauros runs a victory lap around your body, if only metaphorically, by allowing more and more shit to pile up on top of you. Deprived of oxygen and light and unaware of just how deep you are, you thrash about in the steaming hot pile of shit as you make one last desperate play to get a sample of oxygen. Your lungs begin to burn in agony as your period without oxygen grows longer and longer. Three more turds drop down, their presence only made known to you by the distorted SPLORCHHing splashes from above. Your gut instinct to breathe ignited, you gulp down another load of the feces and find that, no, this is not something you can use to sustain yourself.
As you breathe your last beneath the liquid mountain of shit and die in the miserable mire that is the Tauros' cowpie, the heavy-eating bull simply moves a step forward, one final little piece of shit plopping down just outside the circumference of the pile. He lowers his head down and takes another bite out of the grass, munching on it serenely , glad to be living a simple, peaceful life where the bounties of the earth and the presence of his peers are readily available.
YOU DIED
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