((Ass focus/mild scat play/ male pokemon pred)
You let out a meek, helpless moan as you look over at the enormous face of the Aipom. With your body dangling upside down, the monkey Pokemon's grin -which is pretty much the only thing you can see at the moment-, appears more like a frown. But your playful tormentor's glee could not be more unmistakable. You continue to beg for him to put you down. To let you off the hook and pretend that his effortless victory over you never happened.
The Aipom offers no response other than to run a pair of fingers down the side of your body, causing you to awkwardly straighten up between every dragging pinch. You get the feeling that whatever he is planning for you is going to be as humiliating as it is painful. In the savage world of nature, the Aipom is merely exerting his right as victor over the prey he trounced. You can only hope that whatever sporting game he has planned for you won't be lethal in nature...for the playful monkey is more than equipped to wear your 'lifebar' down to 0! You quiet down as the stroking goes on and you watch as the Aipom's face shifts between his trademark toothy grin and a less seen O-shaped expression. The Aipom grabs a fallen leaf and begins to wrap it around you and run it along your body, scrubbing even more dirt off of you. The creature seems almost obsessed with cleaning you off. Within minutes it's clear that he's nearly done with that task. Your body is spotless. You fear you don't have much time left before playtime resumes..though really, how much worse could it be than what you're enduring now?
At last the stroking stops. The Aipom glances at you and scratches his chin before nodding in satisfaction. Soon, you find yourself getting lowered down towards the forest floor. Could the giant really be letting you go? Admittedly, you were kind of worried that he might have just been cleaning you off to make you a more suitable meal. Was all that attention before just to get the dirt off of you before sending you on your way. As you near the ground, you find yourself breathing a sigh of relief.
The Aipom swiftly lurches his arm back, turning the world into a mad blur. Of course it was all a lie! You beg the creature not to eat you, only to feel remarkably silly when you find that you are still quite close to the ground. But something has changed. Looking around, you realize that you are being held not in front of the Aipom, but behind him. Could he be hiding you from another predator? You desperately look left and right in an attempt to find an answer.
The answer becomes soon becomes abundantly clear , however, as soon as you get a whiff of the foul yet spicy aroma of the Aipom's sizable asshole. The gigantic playful prankster quickly seizes his fingers around your lower body and brings your face flush against its tailhole, the little dots of feces clinging to his pucker quickly mearing themselves upon your hair. The smell is like nothing you have ever endured before. It is strong enough to be physically painful to whiff in, yet the worst part of it is the fact that it is very much a natural scent. The worst part of it is something almost ironically wholesome in its vileness, for this is the scent of nature at work. It's as if the creature forcing you to smell its reeking ass isn't at all wrong, and your current position in the world is exactly the one nature intended for you.
The Aipom shuts its muzzle, for once grinning with its mouth closed as it suddenly rams your face forward with the faintest of squishes. Its anus squelches and clenches around your neck,and you find yourself getting rubbed against its asshole almost as if your head was the tip of a toothbrush or (more appropriately) a sheet of toilet paper folded around the tip of a finger. Your screams for help go completely unheard of to all but the Aipom, who instead merely hears a little 'mff.' The monkey sticks his tongue out and closes his eyes as he soaks in the simple tactile pleasure of feeling something rubbing against his backside.
For your part, you are engulfed in darkness and deprived of anything resembling fresh air. With your head now firmly lodged in his anus , your upper torso near constantly getting dragged back and forth against the pucker, and your lower body under an unintentional assault from the creature's crushingly tight grip, you're in an exponentially worse position than you were before. You can hardly get a breath in, and whenever you do take in a tortured breath, you find that the scent of the creature's backside is now exponentially worse than it was before. And what's worse, you have no idea how long the Pokemon plans on 'playing' with you like this. The situation begins to worsen further as the Aipom begins to twist your body around, grinding your face against his anus' squishy fleshy walls as he tries to satiate every little corner of his hole. Your upper body winds up getting twisted and turned painfully, though not near to the breaking point, as he awkwardly rotates you about. Not wanting to stay here any longer, you stifle your fears and bite at its anus.
Unfortunately, this earns little more than a grin from the Aipom, who isn't even aware you tried to bite it. Instead,it merely hoots out in satisfaction at the little sensation that pleasantly scratched at its itchy ass, and responds by instinctively pushing a mass of waste just a little further. Not enough to excrete it, but enough for it to stop right in front of you. The Aipom cares not about your misery and fear, and merely continues to rub at you, this time pushing you deeper. Your face is mashed against the wall of waste, the filth quickly smearing over your face, making breathing an even more agonizing proposition. The Aipom resumes rotating your body,now pumping you back and forth, forcing you to practically kiss at the waste as he uses you like your some human pipe cleaner for his anus. Mercifully, the Aipom at last pulls you out of its backside and holds you before its face again, surprisingly unflinched by just how worse for wear you look
It looks at you with a closed-lip grin before rubbing your head clean with another leaf. More hoots and hollers sound as he waves you about overhead in pride, amusement, and triumph, and as it does so it dawns on you that the creature is not likely to let you go, even after all you've been through. Much the opposite...he' found you to be a useful butt-scratcher. Why shouldn't he keep you. You scream and scream and scream as he approaches a nearby tree and begins a swift ascent, evidently only needing one free hand to climb.
The Aipom at last reaches a branch. He swiftly twists your legs, spraining them to the point of uselessness to ensure you'll never be able to flee, then begins to leap and scamper and climb his way far, far off of the route, happy to have a new butt-scratcher in his possession. You let out tiny screams that grow more and more distant from human perception as he carries you deep into the woods, never to be seen or heard from again.
YOU DIED
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