Down into his Belly [BAD END]

The Marowak places his hands around your head for his tongue to stick out and lick your face, drenching it in a veil of thick, hot drool. Opening his skulled maw, he stuffs your head inside by pushing your sides upward in a great tug. Jackal continues his useless struggles, but the split in the wood wouldn't give and you were already being consumed by the victor of your fight. The Buneary you were trying to save still remained on the floor, fainted. No one could save you.

Sucking your body in more, your shoulders pop with your torso easily following them. Your chest is delivered a fine bath in the sticky saliva of the Marowak's hungry jaws as he slides his hands down lower, groping your plush rump and pushing it in. The infected feral pulls his head up, letting your waist sink in as your crotch is licked greedily with lust. The happy mumbles of the Marowak echo within the throat once your body is bulging out his neck and chest.

Your mind then gets a jump start, flowing blood back into your brain with your head being aimed downward as you wake back up from your daze. Things weren't exactly how you remember it. Your surroundings were not of a forest, but a wet...hot...tight...dark tunnel. Suddenly, you feel a strange and slick muscle, slide across your legs. You try to move from the gross sensation, however, the wet walls hold you tightly in. You begin to panic at this point, whimpering aloud as you try to free yourself from the digesting demise mere inches away.

Jackal couldn't look away. He watches with a depressing glance of your kicking legs sinking into the Marowak's throat with your hindpaws trailing behind them. The infected anthro purposely belched defiantly and loud enough for the distant Typhlosion to hear, rubbing his round belly that now sunk in with the rest of your consumed body to bounce it for a moment. His previously closed and happy eyes open back up, staring directly at the trapped Typhlosion with similar hungry intentions. Jackal begins punching around the hole violently at the tree trunk his arm was still jammed in, all the while, the Marowak walks slowly to the terrified fire-type, glaring at his body hungrily with its purple eyes. Darkness, ambient gurgles, and slimy textures surround your entire environment as you are packed into a curled ball for the stomach's contracting space. You shudder with miserable defeat as the warm saliva seeps down your body and mixes with the organ's recently spurting acids. To your lucky disbelief, the stomach juices weren't at all painful, but more drowsing and weakening. you knew you wouldn't last in the organ unless Jackal is able to overpower the Marowak, and with great hope, is able to squeeze you back out.

Although back outside, the Marowak quickly latches Jackal's ankles into its hands, raising his feet in the air and in front of the infected's cocky face. Its tongue slips out once more, tasting at the soles of Jackal's paws for the entertainment of his reaction. The Typhlosion unwillingly groans in ecstasy as he could only bend the knees of his thick legs in response to escape. The Marowak purrs with delight, sucking and softly nibbling all around the sensitive paws. Jackal scrunches them in reflex while his attempts to escape the tree lessened and lessened. In fact, a little bulge starts to grow out from his waist.

The infected feral swallows, taking in the legs of the Typhlosion as Jackal felt his back pull from each end. His spine no longer touches the ground having his raised hand still stuck on one end of his body, while the other was inside the throat of the Marowak. The feral continues to gulp the fire-type inward, reaching his impatient crotch to Jackal's horror. The tongue happily slithers over, working its way from Jackal's soft ball sac to his throbbing hard member.

The tongue wraps around it, constricting with a vice grapple as it pumps the shaft up and down fast. Jackal lets loose cries of pleasure, up to the point that he resentfully flops his tongue out and starts humping the roof of the Marowak's mouth. He squirms about, feeling the searing pressure seize and overtake his testicles. The tongue brushes down between Jackal's butt cheeks, rimming around the pucker until worming up inside the tight hole.

The Typhlosion roars, blasting a spray of spooge to the lucrative mouth's efforts. It waterfalls down inside the Marowak's throat, oozing onto your body left to sit in the misery of the stomach. The infected pulls on Jackal once more with its muscled jaws, able to make its meal's hand pop out of the tree-knot! However, Jackal's body remains already halfway crammed down the Marowak's neck with his blushing cheeks and exhausted breathes. He was too spent from his orgasm to move. By now, Jackal's feet had entered through the stomach valve and into the murky chamber, pressing down onto your face as his body continues to sink inward. You unhappily whine in your dreadful thoughts. You had not only failed to rescue the Buneary girl, but failed to solve the infection in general. You and your friend were simply going to be jiggling fat on a Marowak's belly.

Lifting up and sucking him down, the purple-eyed Marowak reaches Jackal's head with one of the Typhlosion's arms reaching over it. "D-Damn you..." Jackal curses before his head disappears within the swallowing maw. His hand remains out as his fingers try to hold onto the bottom bone lip of the Marowak. The fat anthro simply pokes its own finger at the life-saving hand, popping the forepaw inside and swallowing it down to doom the meal's last attempt to live.

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The Marowak rubs its enlarged gut, having it twice the size from before to the point in which the feral almost lost balance. Both of the prey inside the stomach writhe softly, moaning out whines of displeasure as the feral's hands circle over their bulges and fondle them. The Marowak could even feel the stomach acids begin to pool around them as the organ walls clench around the two, beginning to work their meaty bodies for digestion. With a second loud belch, the Marowak sloshes its gut until the muffled cries inside died out. It grunts and lumbers over to the faint Buneary, grabbing the red and brown rabbit by her large ears and drags her with it as the belly-filled feral dwells deeper into the forest. After all, it could always use her as a snack once the two squirming bodies of the Lucario and Typhlosion digested away.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World