Charge!!

Sucker Punch or Punch Sucker?

It's now or never, you remind yourself, as you begin to slowly shift your body. You spin on your back with your legs tucked in above your body, wincing at the scrapping your back is receiving due to the rough bark. Each of your movements are measured and carefully executed in the quietest possible manner. That doesn't, however, stop the occasional creak and snap as your fur grinds against the wood, making you flinch at every little noise.

Finally you are facing the open end of the log. With a silent inhale to steady yourself, you rise as much as the tight quarters allow and angle your shoulders. After one final steadying breath, your legs explode into action and propel you through the hole and out into the nighttime air.

It would appear as though you made the right choice because just as you pull up from the sprint, you hear a loud combustion directly behind you. As you turn to view the source of the noise, your front gets the full brunt of the intense heat the radiates from the explosion. The log you had been in just second before is completely engulfed in hungry, yellow flames. You **** yourself to look away from the blaze and identify the threat.

Your ears are the first to detect your would-be attacker when a somewhat familiar growl rumbles in your eardrums. You turn to face the source of the sound and are unsurprised, though very dismayed, to see your old acquaintance from earlier in the week. The Charmeleon has a sinister grin splayed across his face and a nasty looking welt on it's forehead.

"Bet that charge into that tree hurt.", you call out to him. While he doesn't seem to comprehend your words, it seems the mere fact that you spoke them causes his grin to vanish. It is quickly replaced with a short sneer before giving way to a fireball. The flame rushes toward you and would have connected had you not expected the attack. You easily strafe to the right, letting the glowing ball smash harmlessly into a boulder beyond.

Not willing to lose the advantage, you race toward the red and orange monstrosity, tightening your hands into balled fists. Before the infected can pop off another shot, you close in and swipe at his face with a quick hook. It connects with the thing's jaw and staggers him. Capitalizing on his stunned state, you move in with another swipe, this one a straight armed jab, aiming at his face.

You're not quiet sure how it happened, but you feel a great pressure suddenly clamp down on your fist. Coming down off your battle fury, you trail your eyes up the length of your right arm, which now ends just below your elbow, to a very satisfied looking Charmeleon. A wicked grin is displayed proudly upon his crimson face. You recoil in horror and give your trapped arm a furious jerk, trying to dislodge it. This only cause you to yelp in pain and seemly amusing the lizard in process.

Perhaps the vile creature thinks one good turn deserves another, because he jerks his head back, pulling you forward. As you are thrust toward him, he opens wide his maw and bites down once again, now claiming everything below your shoulder. Panic grips your heart as the Charmeleon runs his tongue up and down your trapped arm. You turn away in disgust and begin to whimper as the feeling of the slimy slab of flesh is rolled around your arm. Soon after the lizard gripped your waist tightly and began to lift you off the ground. Your legs kick frantically and you struggle hard against his hold. It is useless, you know. His strength vastly out-weights your own and it's not long before your eyes are staring down at the slavering tunnel.

Your descent begins as your terrified face is shoved into the slimy orifice, quickly followed by your shoulders. With your "Free" arm pinned tight to your side, the infected pokemon grabs one of your kicking legs and raises it above his head. With minimal effort, the hungry beast lowers your shaking form deeper into his mouth. You sob and groan as the pressure of the strong throat muscles squeeze you and drag you further down. Your nose passes through a tight opening and you get your first breath of stale air as your head slides into the steamy stomach of the red lizard. Soon after your waist, legs, and finally paws follow you inside and you are left completely soaked in the musty smelling liquids. You pitiful murmurs are interrupted by a loud belch from outside. The expulsion of air leaves little left for you, causing your head to sway and your vision grow dark...

The burp was loud and satisfying for the infected Charmeleon. It's physical comfort was bested only by the morbid sense of accomplishment it now thought of. This stubborn morsel had been the only thing to elude him in quite some time and the proud beast would have none of it. As it felt the last struggles of it's captured prey fade away, it released one last belch and waddled away to find a soft spot to sleep off it's new found meal.