Park

You walk into the park, a nice breeze brushing past you, the sun warming your fur. But an odd feeling rushes down your quills. Something is off, it's eerily quiet here. No Pidgeys or Fletchlings chirping, no Pachirisu skittering around the trees.

You're about think you're alone in this park (maybe a good place to rub one out?), but you suddenly discover that is certainly not the case...

The sky goes dark, and appearing from out of nowhere in front of you... is a Haunter! It's certainly bigger than average, floating just above your eyeline. Its crazed expression catches you off guard, and you can't help but noticing it's deep and slimy maw. The Haunter's tongue is swaying, long and glistening with ectoplasm. It leads down into a throat that seems to be infinitely deep and infinitely dark. That must be where all the park residents went, you think to yourself. To your dismay, you find that the maw is turning you on. Your cock begins to poke out from your sheath...