Flinging the Frog

The extensive tongue slings out quickly from the frog's maw, catching you off guard and closes in on your head. You frightfully gasp and toss out your hands in an accidental reflex, wincing as the slobbery whip makes contact in a heavy slap. You shut your eyes close as you feel the tongue hit you...but...within the clutches of your hands instead! Opening your eyes, you watch as the tip of the long muscle wriggles around in agitation while trying to flee from your hold. The bright pink tentacle wobbles around between your paws close to your face, struggling to either escape or to lick your face. Before the Politoed could react or pull its tongue back in, you tense your muscles and attempt to toss the hefty toad out like a mace with your hands trapped to its sticky texture.

You swing your arms to your side and over your shoulder, lifting the Politoed off of its feet and into the air some. Its bellied mass crushes into the graveled road on its gut close in front of you, shaking the earth beneath you during the impact. The frog gags out from the **** and starts to **** out in coughs throughout its writhing. You suddenly see a large bulge in its fat travel up through its throat and out of its mouth as the frog tries to gag out what it previously swallowed up. An Ivysaur head spurts out from its lips, gasping for air to finally breathe again. The dino's hands slide out and attempt to pull his entire body out, slathered in the frog's saliva to easily slide back outside. After his legs are freed, the Ivysaur falls down on his chest with a wet splat, groaning in heavy pants of air completely grateful to be out of the feral's belly. You so happened to take note of the nut sac and wobbling wet cock to see that with was a male with his back turned to you.

He coughs out a bit more and manages to get to his hands and knees. Looking up at you and standing up poorly, he thanks with complete appreciation, "Whew! Thanks buddy, I owe ya!" After saying that, he coughs out again weakly, pressing his hands on his knees. After being inside that tight stomach which the frog most likely roughed him up to do, the Ivysaur would need a moment to catch his breath. "I'd be a bunch of frog fat and a pile of feces if it weren't for you..."

Remembering the infected Politoed, you walk over to his heavy form as it flips itself over to his back, dazed. This was your chance to stop it once for all, which you then experience a bit of deja vu with the memory of the Pinsir you stunned on the ground. You had been successful with swallowing up a feral before, and even that was surprisingly a magnificent experience, so perhaps you could succeed again?

1. Eat the Politoed!

2. Don't eat it! You're not some monster! *