Headfirst into the Typhlosion [BAD END]

The Typhlosion's hands were placed on both of your facial cheeks, pulling your groaning head up to his mouth as his strangely large tongue flickers around your muzzle, digging into your thin, black fur. Weak, however still conscious, your arms attempt to rise up and press against the chin of your predator, **** to avoid being downed by this tempered fire-type and ruining your chances to help solve the infection. Although, your hand-paws slip inside his mouth instead, signifying the inevitable fate preparing to consume your meaty hide.

Chuckling from your mistake, the Typhlosion licks over your palms, cleans your pads, and suckles your fingers to enjoy the rare Lucario flavor seeping and emitting from your furry-self. Muffled and wet grumbles shudder over your hands while they slowly slip through his hungry lips and submerge your wrists with them. Finally tasting and discovering the magnificent tastes you shall provide, he thrusts his arms up, picking up more of your body into his impatient maw! Your head and arms cram into the hot chamber, forcing you to actually breathe moist air of his breath as his thick tongue bathes you in his salivating liquids. You whimper softly with the muscle slapping around your face, sticking around your cheek and circling your arms. The slimy sounds and fleshy tremors surrounding you begin to scare your senses terribly and your chest starts to ride up along the Typhlosion's.

"I...was defeated...is this really how it ends? Not even my fate landed me into some infected feral's belly, but of a...sane Pokemon?" You contemplate out within your mind as the tongue happily coats your head in hot drool. With what little strength you had left struggling in your will, you decide to not go down without one last attempt for you and the world. You begin to squirm and thrash every limb you still had control over, whether it was outside or diving into a pokemon's throat.

Getting closer to his stomach, your legs beat around and kick at the clean air as your tail tries to distract the fire-type from his meal by wagging it against his face. He wasn't buying it. Instead, the Typhlosion responds by slurping up more of your body, ending up at your waist for him to scoff at your crotch. His top teeth nibble at your butt, poking into your plush rump while his tongue taps and presses itself against your balls, juggling them some to rouse some deep, twisted desire in you. Your head groans in the miserable loss as you begin to lose the power of your futile struggles. It was beginning to corrupt your mind to submit to your predator and let him have his fun with you. However, the Typhlosion ends your pleasure with the satisfaction of vanquishing you, and with a mighty smile, he tilts his head up, letting your twitching black calves sink down into his throat, gulping your tail down as you finally slide into his stomach.

You plop into the tight, dark organ, pressing all of your paws against its slick walls that drip saliva. The clear slime oozes over you, drenching you in the hot, steamy liquids to the point where you couldn't bear any more. "I...wasn't able to save anyone...not even myself..." You curse yourself in your depressing thoughts. Two hands grip around your plump bulge with glee and gluttony, squeezing, pressing, and even contracting you inside to whimper softly, all until your life ended, and with it, your journey. You quickly pass out, submitting to the whims of the Typhlosion's stomach as the enzymes flush in.

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The Typhlosion pats his new fat belly, pressing his hands into the deep, round flab and watching it bounce with the Lucario's struggles. He smiles to himself, resting upon the wooden panel floor on his knees for his gut to sag out between his legs, where he could continue to play with his sandy-colored belly until the thieving dog inside him faints from lack of oxygen. The anthro's tongue flops out to lick up all of the remaining flavor of his meal before he rests down on his side, letting his globed belly digest the Lucario ever so peacefully. The Typhlosion quakes out a belch and circles his hands over his blissful dome, enjoying the pleasuring feeling while it lasts.

"You see now, meat? You were worth a lot more than I excepted! Too bad you can't be my comfy doormat or my dinner all the time, huh?" The Typhlosion teases as a final remark to the digesting Lucario held captive inside, melting away into a delicious soup. What could have been a hero to the world turned out to be just a layer of fat on a Typhlosion's mighty belly and round thighs.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World