Feetfirst into the Typhlosion [BAD END]

His hands grip your ankles, lifting your legs up high for his lips to come into contact with your foot paws. A tongue licks out, touching your tender pink pads which cause a startled yelp to squeak out from your mouth. The Typhlosion grins and begins splurging his tongue over your paws, washing his saliva around them as they writhe in anguish. This fire-type was actually going to eat you, just like a feral would. You tried to even things out with the Typhlosion before, and even decided to fight the being only to lose miserably. What hope could you have now?

"N-No! No, please don't!" You plead to the hungry fire-type. **** but disorientated, you try to kick your legs out, only managing to twitch them a bit in futility. The pain was too substantial to bear or work through, and it was draining your strength fast.

The Typhlosion's mouth opens wide and clamps around your black paws, sucking on them as he murrs out a joyful noise. The tongue returns to your hindpaws once more, basking them in the gooey wonders of the fire-type's saliva and heat. Steamy air vapors over the kicking extremities as the budded muscle wriggles and pampers the lovely things for your predator's satisfaction. His mouth swallows, sinking your legs in all the way up to your knees and tail! Trying to protest, you can only cough aloud, spewing out a weak and pathetic wheeze from your stale mouth. Your lungs felt as if they were twisted around each other, compelling in agony. You consumer gulps more of your body inward which delivers your plush, blue rump squeezing into his stretching jaws. Saliva carelessly drips and lines down from the Typhlosion's chin, provoking a form of hatred that you're being devoured by slob. Being eaten certainly wasn't a way you wanted to die, but definitely not by some fat slob nonetheless.

Tilting his head completely up and by placing his hands against your arms to pin them to your sides, the Typhlosion pulls you inside, allowing the rest of your drained and delicious body slide down the long, wet tunnel of his throat.

Your grumbling head sinks within his jaws which closed around it as your body slips down into his hot and steaming stomach, pulsing from hunger. You body collects and curls inside the tight organ, scaring you of the innard gurgles and body fluid slime coating your entire sad form. You hear a muffled belch from the outside with two hands prodding at the stomach walls to slur you all inside the hot sac. The act was all too much of a taunt towards you, and with a submissive sigh, you emit silent sobs of your surrender within the squelching dark container, rocking around the bouncing organ from being beaten so easily.

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The Typhlosion moans out a happy tune of pleasure as he belches out loud and plants his hands on his soft gut. He held the tight belly with gluttonous pride, squishing the round, thin furred globe that bellows out a growl from digestion. Sitting at a close-by chair inside the building that was left undamaged during the carnage of the recent fight, he spreads his legs out to have his belly hang between them somewhat, doming out with complete perfection and pleasure. The Typhlosion doubted he could have seen a better fit for his victory against the raider. The Lucario did indeed prove to be a tough fighter, but the cocky fire-type knew that the dog was no match for his powerful brawn. He checks one of his arms and flexes whatever muscle there was in there, smiling anyway at the effort he put it into. His hands and arms rest atop such wonderful flab as his mouth lightly creaks open for him to purr aloud.

"Mmmmmm, it was about time someone put you in your place! I've been hungry for awhile, and you just saved me the time of searching the debris of the market." The Typhlosion rests his head back over the wooden chair and fell asleep, digesting the fainted body inside, ending Lace's journey right when it began.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World