"I'll keep distracting him!"

Fool me once…

Arro cocks an eyebrow after you state your plans. “You’re quite sure of this, Kale?” There is a hint of concern in his tone. Remaining faced toward the approaching threat, he readies himself for the coming battle by adopting a firm stance. This does nothing to slow the steady march of the Quagsire, having now closed half the gap. “That last hit left you low and gasping…”

“It bought you enough time to shake the stars away and right yourself, didn’t it…” You cause a wry smile at his worried expression before teasingly adding, “Mister Guardian~” An annoyed huff is all you receive in response as you step forth to meet the infected challenge. Those vicious purple eyes sober you a bit, seriousness returning to your voice. I’ll **** him to take his eyes off you and when he does,” You motion to that powerful tail swaying behind Arro, “Give him another one of those.”

Catching your meaning, he gives a quick nod and allows you to take the lead. With the feral barely a meter away, you decide it’s time to act, springing toward it with a snarl. Unimpressed by your vigor, the Quagsire plants a foot and swings one of those massive arms before it hoping to interrupt your dash. The moment its gaze is obscured by that swing, you kick off from the boardwalk and thanks to your years of vaulting through trees, you easily clear the slow creature with a foot to spare. You come down hard, heel stomping its rubbery tail.

Knowing such an attack would barely damage the infected, it does however have the desired effect of irking the beast enough to have it whip around angrily to retaliate. The furious growl it lets loose vibrates your eardrums as you skid to a halt, once more facing the now enraged creature. Beyond it, you catch Arro circling to remain in its blind spot, tail raised high and waiting for the right moment.

With him in position, you decide it’s time to give Arro his opening. Knowing the predictable infected would likely attempt to cut off your false charge once more, you quickstep around it in the opposite direction of your Vaporeon ally. Once the Quagsire is sufficiently flanked, you run towards it, arms high giving the impression of another punch. As before, the feral raises an arm to block your attack and you prepare to jump.

It is just as your paws left the wood that you see that protective arm drop to reveal the sinister sneer of the Quagsire, cheeks bulged and lips pursed. You’ve no way to avoid the pulse of water in the air and the Quagsire's aim is true, crashing against your chest and driving you back down hard into the pier. You hear Arro call out to you as your painful skid comes to a halt. Through one blurry eye, the Vaporeon is seen launching himself at the now unoccupied feral, that strong blue tail whipping in the air toward its face.

*SMACK*

The report of that violent swipe makes you involuntarily wince. For a moment it looks as though Arro hit his mark, his tail fins still shaking from the impact. You try to blink away the pain in your head as you roll to your side.

“U-unhand me you blasted thing!” The Vaporeon’s worried yell forces you to look up from the boards to find his weaponized appendage gripped tightly in one of the Quagsire's large palms. He pulls hard at the hold, expression shifting from fury to one of shock as the feral begins to single-handedly lift him off the ground. “Eerraahh! N- nooo!” Comes Arro's pained cry as he kicks furiously at the grasping hand, **** to be free of the infected, who is now looking on with an amused smirk. Knowing your friend is in trouble, you grunt against the aching in your limbs, rising to a knee and taking a breath to steady yourself. Either having heard your attempt or merely wishing to check up on his first opponent, those pale eyes spin quickly to your gasping form, swinging its capture around with it.

“Let me gaaaAAAAHHH!” erupts from your-friend-turned projectile as he is launched from the ferals hand, streaking toward you. Head throbbing and pain still wracking your limbs, they do not heed your call as you attempt to dodge the poke-missile. Arro crashes hard into your stomach, knocking the air from your lungs and sending fresh waves of dizziness through your already taxed mind. You are able to do little else than moan pitifully, Arro’s limp body pinning you to the floor. The moments tick by as you struggle to shoo the dark patches from your vision.

The blurring pain eventually subsides a bit allowing you to focus on the massive, blue cheeks hovering just above you and your equally dazed friend. Realizing what you’re staring at, you manage a small whimper before that wall of flesh descends atop the pair of you. In an instant, you feel Arro crushed against you, stealing most of the hard won oxygen in your lungs. The near total blackness of your new locale makes it hard for your shattered mind to make sense of anything. “Mmphh?! MMMmmppph!!” Arro's cries are muffled as his face is squished into your belly. You barely take notice, however, as your restricted chest makes it difficult to gasp for fresh air.

Just as your lungs begin to burn for lack of oxygen, a heavy shift from above removes just enough of the pressure for your ragged inhale to fill your nostrils with a thick, musky breath. While thankful for the air, your brief respite is ruined when those cheeks roll back over you, smothering your face between them. If one were to look upon the bizarre scene, they would see a supremely satisfied Quagsire rubbing his tush back and forth atop two sets of struggling limbs. This would carry on for a few moments before the blubbery infected leans back, increasing the pressure on your face whilst lessening it on your lower body.

Suddenly, you feel a strong jerk, dragging the gasping Vaporeon down, passing your hips. “K-kale…” Is all you make out before he is tugged free from the humid pin, leaving you to suffer alone. Muffled screams beyond your aromatic prison, followed by wet gulps and weakening struggles lets you know how well the Vaporeon is fairing on his own. If you had the energy for it, you might have sobbed for him. As it stands, however, you are weak, ashamed, and barely conscious with your nose pressed against the mindless pokemon's musty rim. It is as you feel the Quagsire shifting his crushing weight forward that you vaguely detect a large hand against the back of your head, roughly guiding your muzzle through that damp pucker. One last breath of that foul air is all it takes to steal your wherewithal as your head is **** inside…

With his midsection bulging from the spirited but ultimately futile struggles of it’s Vaporeon meal, the infected pokemon begins to work the smaller morsel up his back entrance. He is a little dismayed that this one seemed to faint before it could pleasure his anus during it’s journey, but the sensation is enjoyable all the same. With the little Sneasel no longer putting up a fight, the Quagsire’s rump hungrily claims its fuzzy chest, curvy hips, and finally its slender legs. With another strong pull the **** cats paws are consumed and it is sent to meet with the now trembling Vaporeon within the warm sauna of his belly.

It idly rubs a hand over its belly, enjoying the last few squirms of the Vaporeon as it is reunited with his former ally. A yawn stretching its drool coated maw, the feral decides to return to its recently claimed hut and sleep off its considerable meal before searching the seaside village for more tasty treats.