Tricked

"...But now we can have some for ourselves!" She says with her accent, except with a sinister twist to it. Your eyes grow wide as you attempt to move back, however, the Sandshrew approaches you with large heavy and footsteps closing in onto your quivering body. She's a bit more on the obese side of things, with thick arms and legs surrounded by light golden brown scales, sporting an impressive large potbelly with big spherical breasts resting at each top, covered in a soft plushy skin/flesh. Her under-skin part felt like a fluffy layered cushion, poking her gargantuan girth out. Her hands and short claw digits, with her feet mere oval-like stubs with two claws jetting out from their ends.

Her tongue wipes across her lips, lazily allowing a drop of drool to trickle from her chin and down her neck. The Sandshrew stretches her thick arms wide, hugging around your frail body and pressing you deeply and surprisingly powerfully into her fat. You are constricted into her large and tight grasp, being pinned against her big belly and bone-crushing arms that never cease to release your throbbing body. Once again, you came face first in between the breasts of the Sandshrew, hearing her laugh as she continues to squeeze you in throughout your constant writhing. The desert rodent lifts her arms up a bit, letting your feet pick off from the floor to kick your legs maniacally out aimlessly. You try to yell Jackal's name, but only muffled speech ripples in the Sandshrew's pudge.

The Golem happily waltzes over to the stunned Typhlosion, receiving a surprise view of Jackal's rump up in the air, ready for the taking. He grabs an ankle hungrily, and starts to lick at his hindpaw with the ground turtle's long and throbbing tongue, tasting when lapping up Jackal's flavor. Saliva drips in between the three digits of Jackal's right foot as he wriggles them some while groaning out loud, still semi-conscious from his impact.

"Hmmmmm...it's been a bit of time since we've had some company! Should we have some little ol' fun with our guests, hun?" The Sandshrew flirtatiously asks her mate. The Golem grumbles...

1. "Let's just eat them on the spot! I'm starving!"

2. "Yeah, let's show our guests our...hospitality!