Chapter #4Head First into Digestion by: W. Scarf   The heavy mass of the brown shell charges forward, jumping up to your surprise as your punch goes directly underneath it. Gravity working its magic, the Pinsir comes crashing down into you, sending your body to be crushed beneath it to blast all of the air from your lungs. From under the colossal amount of heavy armor, you writhe in pain as the Pinsir immediately regains its composure.
A long tongue slithers out from the vertical lips, sliding down on your breathless face, getting your fur all wet and sticky in its taste test. Grumbles roam out of your bewildered and weakened face as you meekly lay on the ground with the Pinsir atop your body, smearing you in its playful tongue. The clear slime oozes out from the Pinsir's mouth onto your head, ready to eat. You thrash your hands out at the heavy padding at its arms pinning you down, but seemed to have no effect on the creature.
You bring a knee into the waist of the Pinsir, yet even that was concealed by an armored shell. You struggle and shake every limb of your body, not wanting to be eaten by some brainless beast. The mouth suddenly gapes around you, feeling the edges of the teeth poke at your cheeks. The perverted tongue makes its way to your lips, poking at them until forcing itself into your mouth. It tasted all around, wiggling and constantly sticking its own saliva in and out of your mouth as you could only reply in a muffled yell until it fully pulled all the way out.
The crustacean pushed you in further up to your torso, leaving a bulge to bloat out of its neck. It lifted its head up, making a quick meal out of you with your entire body descending into the dark wet depths waiting to consume you. Your legs kick, tail thrashes, and you screamed through your teeth. Your feet arrive, and the Pinsir gladly cleanses them of the mud, sucking on each pad and smothers its tongue all around your fur. You couldn't help but twitch them from the tickling feeling, scrunching them in the sensitive touch. After so much drenched suckling, the Pinsir swallows your footpaws, letting your entire body to slide into the stomach for digestion.
You kick at the slick walls as much as possible within your immobile curled up state, but only seemed to pleasure the Pinsir as it stroked its belly, purring out loud.
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The Pinsir slapped the round belly, feeling the foolish canine inside it struggle helplessly within the pooling stomach juices filling inside the organ. The Lucario whimpered through the muffling flesh of the Pinsir's fleshy gut, soon to rot away and turn into nutrients for the sick beast. The feral feels its stomach begin to churn its acids, and the Lucario stopped kicking at the stomach walls. The single act gifts the fat Pinsir with the achievement of vanquishing yet another meal. Waddling over to a tree, the Pinsir lays back to let nature take its course as it placed a hand on the protruding gut, rubbing the enlarged flesh as it belched out loud. The Lucario had proved to be a tricky course to catch, having the predator slam into the tree earlier before for it to have an opening for an attack, but the canine was too weak and too slow to avoid sliding down the Pinsir's jaws anyways. The furry pup was a delicious meal, and the Pinsir doubted it would get such a decadent dinner again. If only Lucarios were more common. |
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