(Pokemon Pred. Buttcrush. Farts. )
The Aipom and the Youngster both pose very different but very real threats. You cannot take either lightly. Deciding to act while you are still out of eyeshot from either of these potential tormentors, you rush towards the muddy indentation, hoping to use it for shelter. You stop briefly in front of the mud, feeling a touch squeemish about getting your body covered in yucky mud,but you have no choice. Your life is at stake here. You wade in to the muddy recess , get to your knees, and look down at the mess around you. The scent of wet earth and the knowledge that you're about to be immersed in it is enough to make you feel queezy. Suppressing your disgust, you turn onto your back and immerse yourself in it, squirming until your body is covered head to toe. You lie there, your tiny form practically indistinguishable from the thick patch of wet earth around it.
You can hear the sound of a curious sigh overhead as the Aipom begins surveying the arena. With the mud not quite caked over your eyes, you're able to see above well enough. You can see him looking all around, his body still dangling upside down by his tail. Your tiny heart pounds. The Aipom must be an ace at spotting out prey from overhead. You can only hope that your attempts to conceal yourself are enough to evade the monkey Pokemon's watchful eyes. Silence. Your heartrate is going crazy. Is he going to find you? Will those eyes of his stare down to meet your own?
THUD THUD. The Aipom lands on both feet and begins surveying the area. He could have sworn he had heard something earlier...plus, that youngster's Sentret seems to be searching for something as well! The Aipom dare not leave the forest, but so long as he doesn't step out from its trees, he shouldn't have to worry about an encounter with the youngster. THUD THUD. He begins searching around, trampling on leaves and carefully circling around trees as he carries out his search. He must not have seen you after all! But will he be able to find you from the ground? Soon enough the Aipom turns his attention to the mud patch and stomps before it, arms crossed. For a moment you're sure he will spot you...if he hasn't already. Yet the Aipom's face tells you he hasn't. He's frowning in disappointment. The monkey might well think that something is in the mud, yet he's unwilling to get his paws dirty enough to find it.
He sighs and begins to retreat over to a tree.
Victory! Or so you may think. The Aipom quickly scampers up the tree and returns to his perch from before. Awake. Vigilant. Crud! You're hidden alright, but only because of your position. The moment you flee from that, you risk exposing yourself to the Aipom again. If only you had decided to flee outright. Now you're stuck here until the rascal sleep again. Soon, the nearby birds wise up to the Aipom's hunt. Several Pidgey perk up and begin searching the area below
THUD. THUD. Something else is heading your way. Oh no. Another Poochyena? Perhaps a Raticate? Some other Pokemon poised to ruin your day? THUD. THUD. KTHOOOM. Suddenly, you find yourself in the shadow ofa funky-smelling green wall. Looking left and right, you see green....appendages...to either side of you. Feet. What pokemon could this be? A predator?
As it would turn out, you are in luck. What is standing above you is not a carnivorous predator, but an ordinary Breloom. A herbivore that feeds off of compost. What's more, it doesn't even seem aware of your presence. The Shroomish could prove to be a mighty guardian. While Flying types are naturally a tremendous threat to plant types, no bird pokemon is going to want to risk reprisal from Shroomish's toxic spores. Eating them alone is a tremendous threat. Although not a poison type, like many plant type Pokemon Shroomish's body is full of toxins that are potentially lethal to consume.
Unfortunately for you, however, you are only safe from getting eaten at the moment. The fact remains that the Aipom is on the lookout, so you can't exactly run out from beneath this creature.The Shroomish's anus shifts into view and begins to descend upon you. The lowly Grass type pokemon is about to sit on you!
KTHUMPF. You are immediately engulfed in the warm underside of the enormous Shroomish. Its body is surprisingly soft and cushy to the touch. You're completely engulfed in the soft, warm, squishy cushiness of its underside . Although it is relatively light and soft, the Pokemon's weight is nevertheless about as much as your little body can handle! You let out muffled cries for it to get off of you, but your voice cannot be heard. What's more, its anus is positioned right over your chest...though thank goodness it isn't mashing into your face. As it is, the air smells heavily of a mix of rotting compost and mushroom
You desperately struggle beneath the cushy wall of flesh, but earn nothing but a fart in response. The burst of foul smelling gas has an unexpected effect on you. It begins lulling you into an almost psychadelic state. You feel your struggles begin to subside, not that they were worth anything to begin with. As you fade in and out of consciousness, you recall that Shroomish rest in damp soil during the day. You're going to be trapped here for hours.
It gets worse. Things begin to grow darker and darker as the Shroomish uses vines to sweep leaves around itself, electing to camouflage itself from any predator that might dare to disturb its slumber. In so doing, it makes your access to air, tenuous as it was already, even more limited. Soon, it falls asleep...and in its slumber, the Shroomish proves to be just as lethal as the other Pokemon. Fart after fart rains upon your twitching body, and the leaves help form a Dutch oven around you. Occasionally, it shifts about in its sleep as well, its ass grinding all over you. Shroomish might be a small Pokemon, but it's a full ten pounds... perhaps 200 times your weight. Its chance motions wind up injuring you heavily. Weakened by the constant weight pinning your body down, covered in mud, and given only sporadic gusts of fart-air to breathe, you pass out beneath its soft, cushy backside.
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The Shroomish eventually yawns and wakes up, feeling more satisfied than usual after her mid-day rest. She had felt something interesting beneath her backside, something that gave a pleasant scratching sensation. After laxing about and scratching against it for at least twenty minutes, she gets up and inspects it. Oh . It's a tiny human. Curious. She hadn't paid them any heed before, but now that she's learned how helpful they are as seat-cushions, she's not going to pass up the opportunity to use one. She quickly snags it with a vine and forms a knot around it, affixing it to her body for later use, practically wearing it as an accessory.
She'll be using it again. And again. And again
Are you dead at this point? If you're alive, you're certainly not in a lucid enough state to realize who you are, or even realize you are something in the first place. Whatever the case, you wind up suffocating beneath the Shroomish's rear
YOU DIED
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