(male pokemon pred, incidental cock focus, trample)
As you glance up at the waking Aipom, you ponder whether heading into this wooded area was really the best of ideas. You had a perfectly reasonable chance at integrating into seeking help from human society back at Pallet town, and another was afforded to you after your harrowing experience nearly getting eaten by a bird or a hound. The energetic, boisterous voice of the giant gradeschool boy up to the north , however, gives you a stark warning as to what might happen should you get found. The sad reality is that humans are just as capable of preying upon you as Pokemon are, and with that thought in your mind you decide to stay put in this forested hideout of yours. If you can avoid the Aipom's watchful eyes, you won't have to worry about getting preyed upon. Even if the Aipom does see you...well. You would hope that this cute, goofy 'little' monkey would have no interest in eating you.
You assess your options. The mud puddle could provide you with excellent visual cover, but would be a thoroughly dirty experience. Worse, you'd run the risk of getting stuck in the mud and ultimately drowning. Not willing to take the risk, or perhaps not eager to soil your body, you head over towards the far end of a nearby tree, and lie down beside one of the roots, staying as close to the wooden wall as you can. Now all you can do is wait. From your position you hear the sounds of the Aipom beginning to stir, but of course you are unable to see it, and won't be able to see it without risking getting discovered. After a few brief moments of relative silence from the creature, you hear the sound of rustling leaves and thumps overhead as the Aipom no doubt swings into motion. The noises draw closer, your tiny heartbeats accelerating almost as if you were a metal detector as it draws near.
Could it not just have chosen to head in a different direction?
You hear a frightful creaking overhead, and look up to see your fears confirmed. The Aipom is now dangling from the branch directly over you, his form practically directly above your current location. Rather than survey the area from its current spot, however, the Aipom flips itself upright and crawls along the branch, over towards its edge. With another swift motion borne of years-honed motor skills, the Aipom once more inverts his position, clinging from the branch by his handlike tail. The small Monkey Pokemon begins to pivot his body around, surveying the area from high overhead, perhaps looking for potential predators , perhaps looking for potential prey.
The Aipom is no more an immediate threat to you now than it was when it was asleep...but now that it is awake, the risk of it seeing you is enough to send a chill of dread down your spine. You look to see its turning head , its pivoting body, and what appears to be a cock nearly the size of your body. It is a sight equally intimidating and humbling. You wince at the awkward sight of the creature's girth and remain fixated on it for a moment, distracted by the presence of its 'tool.,' though you honestly shouldn't be. Pokemon need to reproduce, too! As you fixate upon the small giant's shaft, you just barely catch, in the periphery of your focused vision, a glimpse of the Aipom shifting its face towards you. Not fully aware if it's in fact looking at you, you hesitate just a moment before making an attempt to evade its line of sight. You attempt to leap over the root, but slip and fall onto your back, wincing as you hear the sound of your own body smacking against the forest floor.
You feel an outright pit in your stomach at the much louder noise that follows. THUMPTHUMP. THUDTHUDRUSTLE. The Aipom leaps for the center of the tree before wallkicking off of it and landing on the ground in a descending triangle jump as graceful as it is expedient. You turn your attention towards the Aipom, seeing its dung-speckled pucker of a hole for a brief moment before it turns around, its tail whoooshing against the air as it swings over your tiny body. The sound of the swinging tail alone is enough to send you onto your backside and retreating towards the body of the tree. You eye the Aipom with primal fear. It is a grinning colossus, clearly happy to have spotted you, though for what purpose you cannot be sure. You begin begging the creature not to eat you. It's a monkey Pokemon. A primate. Perhaps not too far from a human. Shouldn't it stand to reason that it would help you rather than hurt you?
Yet your begging seemingly has no impact on the creature. It simply stands there, squatting slightly, grinning a toothy, playful grin. As you look up at it, you get the feeling that it isn't at all planning on helping you, but it isn't planning on eating you either. No. It has a third option in mind. It's planning on playing with you. And at your tiny size, whatever gave it might be planning could prove deadly! You shift your gaze back and forth between the squatting Pokemon and the tree roots to either side of it. Your choice of a hiding spot really wasn't a great one. It did little to protect you from the gaze of an overhead creature, restricticted your own field of vision, an also put you into a corner. The tree roots aren't so high that you can't climb over them with a little effort, but that effort would delay you enough for the Aipom to grab at you with its highly flexible tail...or simply circle around the tree and easily outpace your attempts at fleeing. But the other other way 'out' of this corner involves running right past the giant.
You decide to exhaust both options. You begin to climb up the tree root, your untrained and fright-addled body showing none of the grace and swiftness the Aipom did as he swung from tree to tree. This earns a giggle from the Aipom in response, who simply nudges you off of the root with one of his tail's fingerlike digits. You attempt this stunt again on the opposite branch, only for the Aipom to chuckle heartily and knock you to the ground again. You make another attempt to beg the creature to let you go befor abandoning diplomacy and attempting to run away.
The Aipom squeals before kicking against the dirt, ending a rain of soil against you and knocking you to your back. The Aipom whoops and hollars in typical monkey fashion before capitalizing on his attack by lunging forward and pinning you beneath one of his footpaws. You let out a muffled scream as his cushy footpaw mashes your body into the dirt, your helpless form tuck lying on its back,arms outstretched, quivering in pain, struggle, and humiliation. The pain intensifies as the Aipom drags it paw along the soil, pulling you away from the tree roots in the process. You soon feel the pressure let off of you as the Aipom lifts up his paw, your body clinging to the slightly sweaty surface of his squishy sole, stuck against the crime, a thin layer of dirt caking over your back.
THUD. THUD. THUD. The Aipom delivers three playful stomps upon your body, drastically reducing your fighting spirit in the process, then once more rests its paw upon the soil. With just a bit more shifting t of its paw, the Aipom manages to drag you towards the front of his sole and position your head between his toes. Looking up, you see the monkey grinning down at you with an incredibly satisfied grin. You shoot a frustrated and pained glare back up at him, once more begging him to let you go, and you earn only a few pets from one of his tail's digit in the process
After what seems like an eternity, the Aipom at last lifts his paw off of you, but rather than let you go instead decides to quickly seize you up in his tail's clutches . The Aipom brings your tiny form up before his face. He grins as he pets at you with one of his handpaw's digits, then continues to grin as his tail clamps so tightly around your body that you can hear crunches and you're reduced to screaming in utter agony.
Without warning, he flings your crippled body up in the air. You scream and scream as you hurtle upwards until gravity no longer permits it and you tumble back down towards earth..or rather, towards a pair of waiting footpaws. The Aipom stands inverted, handstanding dramatically, waiting to catch you with his soles....and soon realizing his goal. He dramatically smashes its footpaws' soles together , catching you midfall and smothering you once more. All you can do is let out muffled whimpers as the monkey dramatically walks around on his handpaws in an obvious case of playful showboating. With one surprisingly skilled flick, he sends you skyward once more, then catches you with his tail again, then quickly grips his hand around your ankle and dangles you upside down.
With your tiny form now completely deprived of the stamina necessary to even try to resist, and with perhaps a few of your bones broken as well, all you can do is dangle weakly from his grip. The monkey , meanwhile, begins to rub his fingers over your body, as if to clean you . What on earth could he be planning? Whatever the case, it's clear that you won't have a say in the matter...your awful choice of tactics lead to your capture. You might not be rotting in a belly right now, but it's clear that you're about to suffer a toy's fate...and that's not any better than being eaten.
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