Hungry!

Hunger Overwhelms…

As you look up at your captor, you see a look of uncertainty upon his face. It's almost as if the infected is unsure of what to do with you. Just as this begins to give you hope, the Treecko seems to make up it's mind and its predatory grin returns. Any hopes you may have clung to earlier vanish when your vision is enveloped by a wall of pink flesh. You shiver violently as the gecko wraps you in a tight hug and licks at your face.

N-nggh! No...!

Your whimpering only spurs on the tongue crazy infected. He quickens his pace, running the wet flesh across your muzzle, over your shut eyes, even invading your mouth once. The pale-eyed Treecko murrs through all of it, thoroughly enjoying your flavor. Tears start to build up in you as you realize your helplessness. Your body submits as it is assaulted with saliva and your mind soon follows suit. There is no way out of this.

After one last agonizingly slow lap across your muzzle, the infects places his hands on your shoulders and opens his maw wide. You dare to open a single eye to state at your doom. The pink, fleshy walls that make-up his gaping mouth are dripping with warm liquid. The creature exhales into your face, draping you in his hot, musky breath, and for just a moment, you feel a tinge of excitement beneath the fear. It fades quickly when your head is suddenly engulfed by the slimy walls. Your vision is blackened as you shut your eyes tight as you await the inevitable.

The vibrations of the gecko’s moaning on at your flavor, oddly enough, brings you some comfort during your decent. The rubbery tissue massages your head as your shoulders and chest are pulled in. The Treecko's tongue is still working over your chest and stomach as it slips pass, making you wiggle from the sensation. While the feeling is not unpleasant, you still have fear pounding in your heart. Your whimpers echo all around you as your head enters the Treecko's steamy gut. Feeling this, your captor lifts the lower half of your body off the ground and tilts his head skyward. Strong gulps combined with gravity have your legs, feet, and eventually tail plume meeting with the rest of your body in the groaning stomach of the infected grass-type.

T-this is it... Haahhh...

You gasp in the stale air around you, feeling your lungs tighten. The feeling of the Treecko taking a heavy seat shocks your senses as you are thrown about in the cramped belly. Just as your about to let more tears escape, you feel a bulge rubbing against your cheek. Pressed up against the inside of the stomach, you are subjected to the gecko’s gentle massage as he lets his hands glide about his massive belly. The pampering is topped with the infected purrs, causing reverberations all around you. The soft hum buzzes in your ears, bringing with them an odd sense of calm. The feeling of the gentle massage and the peaceful song is enough to sooth you to into a deep sleep, never to awaken...

The Treecko patted his full belly when at last he felt the dark-type settle. The Sneasel had been one of the most delectable morsels it had eaten in quite some time. With a few licks of its fingers, stealing the last bit of flavor from them, the gecko places its back against the trunk of the tree. With not a thought behind those pale purple eyes, the grass-type settled into a peaceful slumber with its hands grasping at the belly, fast absorbing the young tree cat.