Dog Eat Dog World [BAD END]

You grit your teeth together and your fists begin to process aura with whatever brief time you had left. If you chose to run from the Arcanine, he would have most likely caught up to you before you could even turn around, and besides, you could take this mutt any day. It's not like you haven't dealt with ferals before.

You bolt your legs against the dirt road, dashing towards the oncoming Arcanine that continues to sprint on all fours with his tongue flailing out of his mouth like the hungry animal he is. Roaring in the heat of the battle, you press your arm forward, aiming for the infected's exposed chest. However, things turn immediately sour for you. After punching towards your target, the Arcanine had jumped, counter-acting your attempt of an attack to miss him by the tips of his fur blades. The infected pokemon was still midair at a full forceful speed, and would inevitably drop his heavy weight on top of you. The shadowed Arcanine figure descends closer and closer to envelop your entire sight in its impending embrace. You feel your very soul almost crush out of your chest from the moment of impact. The dog presses all of his mass against your frail frame, having landed on top of your entire body which he clearly dominated in size with. Your face is shrouded against a hot wall of loose and white furry flesh, forcing you to gag at its musk and try to avoid it, but nothing gives. You are completely imprisoned under the Arcanine, sealed beneath him as he seems to purr out loud with closed eyes from apparently enjoying something out of his pounce.

He lifts his rump up to reveal you, a coughing and beaten Lucario, pressed into the earth from his tackle. As you crack an eye slowly open, you regretfully notice what you had been pressed into. The Arcanine's hefty, furry sac looms over, dropped from the waist a bit and swinging oh-so-slightly above you. You're left speechless by the sight, sickened and distraught of what was actually happening. Although, the Arcanine seems to be pleased with it, and happily lowers the weighted bag back down on you, squishing you ever so slighter more into the ground. The infected rubs his genitals over you, giving enticed small humps up and down your body throughout the miserable grinding session. You feel like **** while the Arcanine was releasing a pleasured purr on the hand, as his rod begins to poke its head out from his sheath. You can feel the thick bulge rubbing along your embodiment grow harder by the second, and occasionally spasms from heated enticement. You can only groan and squirm in defeat, for your limbs were trapped under the loose furry flab as the infected continues his purge for pleasure.

Finally, clean air flows into your lungs once more while your vision becomes much brighter once the large ball-sac lifts up. The Arcanine suddenly plops back to rest against his rear with his hindlegs displayed out and his forelegs to curl against his puffed chest. You feebly stumble up to a stand, weary and a bit dazed from all of the constant rubs as you hope to escape now. However, a forepaw suddenly grabs you from behind and raises you up to the Arcanine's face. You tremble at the sight of his hungry purple eyes, plus his drenched open maw was making you very uncomfortable as well. Hoping for some aid by the soldiers, you quickly discover that they were simply too busy fending off for themselves, fighting and struggling against a horde of ferals covering more fallen ground the soldiers lost in their short retreat. You are just as helpless as the thrashing bodies entering infected's maws. Thinking that it was over with your body ending up being this Arcanine's dinner, something else but just as unwilling occurred.

You are lowered down in his hand's grasp to be presented directly in front of his throbbing cock that was practically just as big as you, if not by much. You felt yourself suddenly press forward in his clutch, slapping against the sticky wall of meat that pulsates at your touch. You unhappily grunt while your body slides up and down the moist and glazey rod, helping the dog masturbate for him as he joyfully purrs with his new-found toy. A hot, clear liquid begins to squeeze out from the tip of the pulsating cock, oozing its way down over your face and body to be slathered in the sticky substance. The pre-cum marinates your entire body while it was pumping up and down the Arcanine's shaft faster and faster. Your head was getting dizzier and your arms and legs were becoming exhausted from the tough exercise very quickly. As bad as it was, you even feel a bulge forming in your waist, pressing against the infected's cock from the entire treatment to your horror.

Soft whimpers grumble from your muzzle when your body finally slows down to a stop against your slimy punishment. The hindlegs of the Arcanine twitch against the flooring during the experience, and his cock eagerly waited for its erupting orgasm. You wonder why the infected didn't even finish his climax since it was such a sex-craving beast, until you felt yourself rise above the head of his penis. Its vertical lips open up slightly for your terrified eyes to gaze into, and you feel the hand grasping you tightly began to lower you down into the tight hole that beckons for your body. You peer back over the Arcanine, shaking your head and groaning in protest with pre dripping madly off your wriggling form, however, you only receive an evil scowl of victory from the large canine. If you were going to be devoured by a feral, you at least wanted a sane way of it, not by...some penis! The revelation that ferals were twisted enough to perform something so deranged truly shocked your senses that overwhelmed your own sanity.

Your hindpaws are squeezed into his pulsing urethra, trapping your legs into the slick tunnel that compresses around them to your displeasure. As if it mattered, you wiggle and struggle within his cock, panting with loud whines during your descent while your body is softly tugged deeper into the throbbing rod of flesh tightening around you. You shudder with the gross feeling of the slimy depths tugging you down, placing dreadful thoughts into your head about what would happen to you once you were fully consumed until reality snaps back in once you were finally jammed so far in that your head was the only section to remain undevoured. Looking up at the triumphant Arcanine with a pitiful whimper and folded ears, he simply smiles a toothy grin as he pokes a single digit to your head, pressing it inside with the cock's tip closing together and ensnares you inside for good.

You writhe unpleasantly inside the bulging tube as the Arcanine grabs his member, rocking it back and forth humping into his padded palm. Your body is pumped inside one of his testicles, sealing you in the imprisoning orb as it continues to shake back and forth from the canine's rough masturbation. Your back bounces against the slick and hot walls of the orb, slapping your around it in your curled-up state to the point of tuckering the little energy and willpower left in you. Feeling very droopy and light-headed in the confusion of what was happening to you, your fur begins to moisten and turn pale in the pool of semen sloshing around your tuckered form. From the lull of the ball sac's motions, you pass out, regretting to even try and endeavor of fighting this beast.

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The Arcanine feels his lopsided sac churn his Lucario victim into a thick and very milky fluid, sloshing around and ready to expel. The infected canine roars once more, humping faster into his hand until he felt the heat of his cock twitch. Hot, heavy ropes of white burst from the member's tip, spilling out the load around the city street and even into the Lucario shaped crevice to where he captured his toy in the first place. Some of the jizz shots hit close-by soldiers, catching them off guard or pushing them down for a feral to grab a cream-coated morsel for themselves. The Arcanine pants happily, squishing out more of his seed while his cock resides its firmness to dangle slightly downward. The infected rolls back to all of his fours, walking down and awaiting his next victim as his sac and cock flop and swing with every step he took, dripping the last of what remained of his meal.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World