Down the Duck [BAD END]

The flat beak stretches wide suddenly before your very eyes, presenting a humid mouth with oddly cooling mist exuding from it. Being a water-type, the duck's maw resonates with a vapory mist the collects dew on your face the closer you get to the rippling muscles inside that wish to claim you as food. You attempt to jerk away, but your battered body was no match for his stronger mouth. Your muzzle feels the hard lips clamp around it, sucking against your face that pulls it in! Striving to free yourself from the Golduck's grasp, you twist your shoulders around even if your arms are pinned by his hands and your legs kick out weakly, making feeble chances for escape.

Your head continues to become engulfed by the ever-expanding beak of the Golduck though, and your shoulders squeeze inside the bill. The Golduck's tongue frolicked along your face, enjoying such a rare Pokemon flavor that he had never witnessed beforehand. You whimper some inside as you writhed within his powerful grip, despite the fact you continued your fall, sliding further and further to be contained by the blue duck.

Humiliation and defeat courses through your mind that this perverted duck has overpowered you to end your journey here, as stew for a duck. If anything, you would roast this duck yourself to eat, but perhaps that makes you no better than him. Either way, you were doomed, and so was Jackal most likely. You assume the poor lug was rendered **** or too battered to aid you in this crisis. He would probably join you in the stomach soon enough anyway.

The bill slips your plump rump inside with the Golduck gagging a bit when your crotch passes over his tongue, **** to have your furry sac and sheath to rub along his tastebuds. Your flavor and meat was perfectly fine, but the confident duck seem to prefer slits of shafts. He brought his mean smug murring back once he had tilted his head back, pulling your wincing black legs in. The pink muscle in his mouth explores your weak calves, pleasantly purring in yet a quacking tone of delight as the tongue invades your personal space as esophagus walls clench tight around your upper body. You can even feel the heat of his stomach closing in quick. Your hindpaws are gobbled up in the wet drooling beak with your head finally pressing against the stomach walls of the Golduck to meet the end of your trip.

Your waist and legs slide into the small constricting organ, forcing your entire body together in a tight wet mess. The air was thin, if there was any, and every limb you had was tucked together uncomfortably together against yourself making for a tight place hard to even move in. You feel his hands press at the dark round walls around you with the hefty duck now shifting his gut around, seeming to enjoy his new meal. A muffled belch is heard outside that causes the walls around you to vibrate together taking more of your air away.

The Golduck murrs on the outside with a beautifully round light-blue gut domed before him. His webbed hands smear around the tight flesh to even lightly scratch at it with his claws, getting a pleasured growl from his grinning beak. "Ggghhhhhh~ Not bad for a dude. Ya certainly had a curvy body with that fat ass of yours. I guess I wouldn't have minded ya that if ya were a twink. Heheh!" He gives his belly a slap that audible sloshes you about inside uncomfortably with his hot stomach juices pouring inside the stomach some.

From inside, you struggle to find the air or energy to protest or curse this bird, feeling the overwhelming sense of unconsciousness cascading onto you. From inside in the swaying motions of the stomach, you guess that he's waddling over to somewhere. His mouth begins to make more sounds with swallowing being the loudest. Your only best guess is that Jackal was one his way to join you into this triumphant and evil duck. But it wouldn't matter in the long run. Your eyes are rolled back now with the stomach juices passing over your face, submerging permanently under the hot liquids to made into a soup within the hot, digesting sac. You pass out without another thought.

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The Golduck presses his webbed hands together, slapping his hefty round belly to get it jiggling. His blue gut flourishes with his motionless gut that was packed with two helpless, knocked out meals gurgling away. After eating the weak dog, the Golduck had waddled over to claim his other prize; a Typhlosion lying **** from his charged Psybeam from earlier. It made for just as easy of a meal as the Lucario had been. The fire-type was even larger and chubbier than his counter-part, allowing the Golduck to truly savor his body the more he swallowed Jackal inside his gut. Now the two heroes were nothing but future duck fat, stewing hotly inside with loud gurgles for the aquatic bird to enjoy listening to as he lies on his back, letting his sphered-out stomach do the work. Through selfish desires and sheer surprise power, the Golduck inevitably ended Lace's quest there and then.

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