A Planted Trap [BAD END]

While walking down a dirt path to your destination, a ruffle of leaves breaks the silence. The cracking of the underbrush alerts your ears as they react by poking out in the direction of the fearing sound. You stop, and hold your arm in front of Jackal to stop him from continuing on further. You search through the flood of trees and plants, browsing for anything out of the ordinary. Although, you only saw plants; no purple eyes, or strange anthro Pokemon.

"What is it?" Jackal asks, until he is suddenly tripped to crash onto the ground! A single vine was wrapped around his ankle, constricting it tightly as it began to crawl up his leg like a snake. The Typhlosion begins to panic and kick at the plant whip, preparing to shoot fire at it, but he was quickly distracted when he is suddenly dragged across the forest floor to a nearby bush. You hold your arm to blast it away with aura, but another vine from a different direction snatches your wrist, trapping your arm within its vice grip!

You thrash your gripped limb and growl, only to have another vine strike out at you to pin your other arm to your side. You feel the dirt path under your feet disappear as your body is lifted a bit into the air for the vines take little time in wrapping around your body. Kicking and flailing your legs, you attempt to bite at the constricting tendrils seemingly to be coming from a cluster of leaved branches concealing your attacker. The tight whips then wrap around your muzzle, compressing your mouth to avoid anymore yelps or bites. You emit muffled yells as you look back over to see Jackal, tied up in the same manner, upside down. The vines caress around your body in perverted fondles before a vine suddenly whips across to spank your rear. You quickly eep inside your bound mouth as the vine occasionally swings by to smack at your round blue cheeks, beginning to make red lines of blushing heat glow out from your defenseless blue butt. The vinces tighten around your legs, strokes their tips around your paws, and coils around at your chest and belly to grope in clenches. Jackal on the other hand was worse off once you notice a tendril shifting in between the crease of his rear end, jamming inside anus all of a sudden to begin pumping in and out, forcing the Typhlosion to blush and groan as he's played with. You are about to make a sympathetic whine to your friend's dilemma, all until your tush is smacked again with both vines now with your furry orbs jiggling some from the impact.

Just then in the midst of this ****, your attackers reveal themselves. Two Victreebels slid out from the brush of the leaves, staring with savage purple eyes and drooling mouths. Their leaf lids opened up, exposing their circular pink lips salivating out a heavy plant sap for its drool. The yellow bellied creatures held their prey above eagerly, lowering them down closer to their pitchers. You watch to your left as you were **** to see Jackal squirm in the vines' grasp and **** tendril, lowering him head first into the plant! The large pucker lips shift together, closing around the Typhlosion's head as his ass is rammed by a vine to cram him deeper in. His shoulders and torso are slurped down quickly thanks to gravity, forming a large bulge to poke out from the bottom of the Victreebel His legs kicked into the air wildly as you see the final glimpse of your companion's feet scrunching while sliding into the puckered lips of the plant. The Victreebel's belly pushed out, stretching across against the dirt floor while it plops out the vine from his butt.

You then feel a strange wet feeling on your foot pads, striking a hint that you are now on the Victreebel's menu. Your black hindpaws succumb to the circular slick wet lips squishing together on them, practically kissing your sensitive pink pads. You rumple your paws together with a soft moan as your feet begin their descent into the bell plant. The pressed eager lips begin to suckle on your hind paws, sucking on them like an infant and a milk bottle to slowly sink you deeper and deeper into the terrifying depths as your rump is **** to go through more wild and loud spanks that has your now blushing red cheeks steaming with warmth. Your legs and waist submerge into the planty flesh with its saliva as a heavy sap, except even thicker and stickier than regular drool! It splotches around and coats your fur in a mapley goo to mat your slimy fur down in a strange, nice-aromaed heat.

The vines around your pinned arms begin to lift away, releasing you into the hungry Victreebel's starving maw, however your arms remain immobile to the constraining thick lips of the Victreebel as you sink inside. Your feet hit the bottom of the Victreebel's pitcher as the paws are splashed into a pool of the plant's acids. Your struggling head begins to enter the soft fleshy lips, sticking more heavy sap onto your groaning face while your **** into this terrible fate. Your vision is switched from a pleasant cloudless sky, to a horrible dark place, steaming with a moist syrup just as your body curls into the digestive juices of the Victreebel after it closes its leaf lid to feel your body slosh around in its wobbling gut. Your mind saunters about your life ending up to this dreadful moment. You had failed everyone. You were unable to keep your promise to Jackal, to Charm the Vaporeon, and everyone at Redeemer's Grotto. What would the Charizard chief say about you, knowing that you were so easily gobbled up by a feral Victreebel right after he warned you not to be destined to become a pile of a feral's excrements?

You didn't just fail everyone, you failed in yourself. You quickly and shamefully pass out in the pool of the oddly comfortable fluids with the sound of bubbling around you.

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The Victreebels hum a growling tune of delight from their filled bellies as they use their vines to stroke around their massive heavy yellow guts. They circle their plant whips around their bellies, feeling at the yells, whimpers, and struggles of the prey they so easily caught. Their pitcher stomachs begin to do their natural functions, using the heavy sloshing pools of liquid to start churning their victims, digesting them into delicious nutrients. The Victreebels return to the trees they were originally hiding in, using the vines to grapple their heavy globular bodies way up into the branches again. The Lucario's predator felt its prey's struggles fade away into small tight squirms, knowing that the dog had easily given up its fight in the cramped space.. It rests back against the tree trunk, and awaited its next victim to pass by.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World