Gone in the Bog [BAD END]

Your teeth bite into one of the Yanmega's arms, hoping it would at least loosen the grip restraining you. However, the chitin armor of your captor proves to be too strong for your fangs to even puncture the exoskeleton, resulting in an annoyed hiss from the dragonfly. The angry noise looms in closer for your eyes to swing up and shrink. The open jaws of the Yanmega surround your vision and welcome you into the glistening darkness of its gullet. "M-Mmlph?!" You grunt out and tense your entire body. The mouth of the feral completely encapsulates your head, denying you the sight and sounds of the bog, but most importantly, from Jackal. You had no clue if the Typhlosion was still struggling with the Leafeon yet, and in your predicament, perhaps you needed more help than he did. You wouldn't go down without a fight though.

As the mouth clamps in tighter to gnaw over your head, you wriggle all that you can and endeavor to gather aura around your body. Perhaps igniting yourself in your power could help you escape this grapple. Blue embers do begin to flicker off from your fur, but the dragonfly seems to notice this. With a sudden swing, the anthro bug dunks you into the water, knowing just what you were doing. You grunt inside its throat as the water submerges your body on the outside and completely snuffs out any flames you were ready to cast. "Ghhrk! D-Dammit...!" You growl out. It was frustrating alone that the ferals had gotten the drop on both you and Jackal, but you didn't want this to be the end of your journey. You were so close to getting some information on the infection. Was it really all going to be wasted in the gut of some bug?

You thought things couldn't get worse from there, but once you're slung out from the water with your back still pinned to the Yanmega's chest, the dragonfly muses with a sneering tone, that it was getting away with more than just a meal. You wince at a different sensation pushing up against you, but it was a throbbing end digging up against your rear end. Your eyes shoot wide in its gullet, and your muzzle gasps. The Yanmega's erection shudders as it rubs its underside along the crevice of your ass, causing your blue cheeks to clench up. Your tail even nervously straightens up, but the bug takes extra advantage of that.

Two arms ensure that your own arms are pinned to your sides, but the other pair of arms hook up under your legs to swing them up and apart. The v-shape of your legs hang the plump rump just above its wincing cocktip, getting you to shiver a worried groan into its mouth. Pulling at the inside of its mouth, you're unable to free your head from the ever-constant swallows that ensure you lose all progress you ease against its lips, denying to ever let you go. "A-Ahh...not there." You mutter aloud, as if the feral would listen to you. A muffled chuckle exudes around you. It certainly understood you, but the person it was before is gone now, and only lust and hunger drive his desires now.

The dragonfly swings his hips up and the bug's meat mashes at your ring. A sharp yipe exits your mouth to muffledly thrum the throat walls, but it only entices the infected feral to keep going. The invader digs up through your ass, clogging whatever space it could in its mass. Your legs buckle in the dragonfly's lower-hands and your sheath thrums out. It felt....awful...and good. "U-Uuaahh...ahhgh?!" Your pucker nervously clenches and tugs at the shaft, getting the dragonfly to slap it up several more inches again. Having been in the water together, its lap and cock were sopping wait, along with your rear end, causing a sprinkled splat each time it swings its waist, slamming your rectum.

"Mm-Mmphhhk! Gg-ghhh...gghh...ghhh...uahh...hh...agh..." The Yanmega was able to get plenty of noises out of you while it suckles your head over. Drool smothers your face in wet heat as you're left to be pounded by this bug-man like you were his toy. Perhaps losing to Gold would've been a better fate, because at least he didn't want to fuck you before gulping you down.

Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp! Plp!

The constant humping gets your eyes to roll up and your head to squish in deeper; even the Yanmega couldn't help but want to get you into his stomach. You feel like this is the worst thing that could've happened to you, and yet, your own erection was slinging about at a full spire, stringing out with pre. Was it just fear that was getting you this hard? **** stimulation? Or was this...primally enjoyable?

You didn't want an answer. You didn't want any of this to happen, but here you were moaning in the thing's gullet as he pounds your asshole. Your cheeks wobble with each strike and his own pre'ing shaft is repeatedly pumping you in to its hilt. The armored infected growls in bliss and ramps up the pace, too horny and hungry to take things slow like normal.

Jackal on the other hand wasn't fairing any better. You wouldn't know it, but the Typlhosion was practically beached out of the water against a bed of moss, with the Leafeon winning their underwater wrestling match. The leaf-cat was currently straddled on his lap and keeping him pinned down against the soft bog surface, mewling with joy as she grinds her cunt along his **** erection. The Typhlosion just weakly sputters, leaking some water out of his mouth still while having a completely soaked body. He couldn't summon his fire like normal, being far too wet to do so as the grass-type humiliates the fire-type with a sudden hoist of her hips. With a wet drop, her waist plaps down onto his own and sinks his dick up into her folds. Jackal snarls out with a rolled back head, but his cheeks flush and his arms weakly grab at her own. "A-Aaah...f-fhuck, st-stop...stop that!" He pleads, but her hips simply roll and smear around, working his meat about within her. She tightens her hold to his wrists, ensuring he stays down until she was done with him.

The Typhlosion pants as she lifts up and drops down, working his meat about with her wet nethers. The squeezes easily slip about in the slick space, clenching here and there when she clamps her legs tighter together. He whines, but she moans in return. It wasn't every day that she could **** a fire-type.

As for you, you'd be **** by this bug-type, thinking that perhaps you had it worse off compared to Jackal. The Yanmega's humps quicken, and in a blurry mess of clapping up against your asscheeks, the monster finally achieves its orgasm.

"M-Mmmphhhh! GgphhhHhh!" You cry out through your clenching teeth as he finally cums. Hot jizz fires off by the rope to completely bury into your stomach. The rush was more forceful than his own humps, getting your legs to cringe about in his hands. "O-Ouuhghh! T-Too much! P-Pull it out!" You beg of him, but he does not. You're injected with pint after pint of cum, soon feeling like a gallon of the stuff was ingested. "O-Oou-uuuuuaa-ahhhh..."

Your belly swells out roundly from all of the bug-seed, filling your stomach out to wobble with the occasional hump the Yanmega works into you, trying to milk his cock empty from all of the ass-tighteness. The dragonfly murrs in response, idly bucking up to **** all kinds of noises from your mouth and ass. The wet squelches ooze with cum to trickle in strands down into the water below you, and drool soaks over your chest when he begins to work your upper body in. You can only shudder and feel your pelvis and stomach endured far too much than you could bear in that moment, feeling your head grow light. You pray that the infection isn't spread through a feral's seed, but it might not matter, as you're currently curving over backwards when getting fed into the Yanmega's mouth.

The dragonfly pries his glazed prick out from your rear end, allowing more cum to drizzle over the massive shaft as your legs are soon dropped. It's not like the insect was worried about your escape or anything. You both knew that you were done for. Your aching legs simply cringe outside as its maw works over your cum-stuffed belly, hooking over your abused rear. The squelches of its innards echo all around you, flattening your body together to descends into the Yanmega's awaiting belly. You shiver and pray that Jackal at least got away or was spared a similar fate, but you had a feeling that was just wishful thinking.

Unaware, you were correct in your assumptions. As your timid legs swing into the air and submerge into the Yanmega's maw, Jackal was moaning aloud, firing off his own orgasm into the Leafeon's snatch. The cat mewls with delight and rides his shaft hard, squeezing all of the cum from his erection. His red cheeks and crossed eyes made it all too apparent that he was enjoying his fate, even if he wasn't expecting his head to then get lodged into the Leafeon's maw. The leaf-cat was far too zealous in wanting her meal, and placating him with the romp of his life was certainly enough for that. "H-Hhlphh?!" The Typhlosion grunts from inside her mouth, only to be cock-squeezed again to **** another glob of cum out. He moans into her gullet as she starts to swallow him down, untucking the spent rod out from between her legs.

You deposit right into the belly of the Yanmega, sagging out its middle to stretch the green chitin from the inside. The dome sage from the dragonfly, getting it to cusp all four of its hands around on its stomach. The palms smear around at the smooth surface as its drools over its own tum, satisfied with its catch. Lucarios were a delicacy out in the world, especially out in the boonies like this swamp. The darkness of the stomach claims you as your stomach and ass ache from the pounding earlier, getting you to dread what was to come next. You felt your body was softening, and the heat of the chamber was far too welcoming. The Toxicroak and your adventure wasn't even on your mind then at that moment. All you wanted...was to rest...from how sleepy you were getting...

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The infected Yanmega idly buzzes off in the air after it had finished fondling its meal. The dog subsided and fell **** within its stomach; the lazed position especially getting the belly to neatly round out. The arms, legs, and gut of the dragonfly sag down under it as it finds its hive-home to relax the food it claimed off, abandoning the other feral and her prey.

The Leafeon happily licks over his clawed fingers, grooming herself with an amused chuckle. The Typhlosion she had swallowed was still kicking and attempting to fight his way out, but she merely paws over her round stomach supporting her breasts as she relaxes on the mess-bed, cum seeping out from her nethers. It was nice to get two meals in one go, milking the fire-type all he was worth before he adds to a grass-type's figure. With that, the swamp proved to be just as dangerous as Ryzer of Redeemer's Grotto warned, but it wasn't enough to spare Lace and Jackal from becoming food for the infected...

The Infection Continues to Plague the World