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Smoked Out...

No reason to draw attention to yourself if none is currently present, you decide. With no signs of movement forthcoming, you continue to wait out whatever may or may not be out there. The seconds tick by and the silence persists. You blink away a bead of sweat that has run a little to close to your eye. You barely register the sound of the dew hitting the wood below. A few seconds more and then you hear it.

A sharp inhale. The sound freezes your rapidly beating heart in it's tracks. The in take of air is followed quickly by a quick succession of sniffs and grunts. The unknown creature outside begins to take a few loud, powerful steps around, crunching the dead leaves and twigs under it's heavy footfalls.

He's tracking me...

The sound of the wandering question mark begins to fade after a few long moments and eventually goes silent once more. Giving yourself another minute to release the tensing muscles in your body, you finally let out a sigh of relief. Rubbing your forehead clean of some sweat, you let a small smile crease your face. Thinking you have narrowly avoided another fight, you really are taken by surprise when deafening explosion rocks your natural bunker.

Your vision is blurred and your ears are ringing so hard that you nearly pass out. When you are finally able to pull yourself together, you let out a gasp as you see the flames licking at the wood just a foot from your head. The sudden intake of air gives you a friendly reminds of the smoke that's burning your nose and smothering your lungs. You stare through pained, tearing eyes at the headrest of moss you had earlier collected as it goes up almost instantly, pouring smoke into the log and clouding your vision.

With all your senses screaming at you, it's a miracle you are able to recollect the second entrance to the log at your feet. You scramble to turn yourself in the tight enclosure, scrapping your arms and inadvertently inhaling more of the smoke. The blackness is thick now and you are unable to see a foot in front of your face, let alone your last hope of escape. Your eyes are burning and the lack of fresh air has you chocking hard as you manage to put your head in line with what you hope is still the opening. Panic stricken and tiring fast, you lower your head, shut your eyes, and crawl furiously toward the exit.

With one last, **** kick of your legs, you propel yourself forward into the much desired freedom of the forest. You open your eyes but are puzzled when darkness surrounds you. You try to take a breath of smokeless air, but are only greeted by a dank, musky smell. Your eyes widen in horror when your panic stricken mind is able to put the pieces together.

You hear a satisfied moan reverberate around your head, which is lodged tightly into the warm rump of another pokemon. Terrified and disgusted, you attempt to pull away from the pucker. Try as you might, however, the vile thing tenses it's anus around your neck, **** your sapped vitality. When, at last, it feels your weak strikes cease, it growls happily and begins to drag you by your head away from the burning log. You are out of strength and on the verge of passing out from lack of air, so you barely put up a fight as you feel yourself backed into what feels like the trunk of a tree. Your captor continues it's joyful murring as it raises the both of you into a more vertical position, it's butt cheeks now resting on your shoulders. With one more satisfied moan, whatever has you trapped releases the pressure in it's legs and lets gravity drag it's anus over your chest, pinning your arms to your sides.

The feel of more of you entering the behind of this vile creature has you shaking in fear. You mind whirls with images of what the scene must look like from the outside. As you picture it in your mind, you cringe and begin to sob. The hot flesh continues to consume your body as the rim of the pokemon's musky hole slithers down to take in your stomach, leaving it to sit in your lap. It is only now that you feel a small bulge poking out of your sheath as the rump of your captor grinds against it. It is enough to stop your crying, if only long enough to elicit a started yelp when your hips are similarly devoured. With only your legs left outside, you feel the stranger lean onto it's back, pulling the rest of you inside with it's muscled pucker. It's not long before your whole body is inside the fleshy prison. Tired and aching all over, you vision fades as you let out one more pitiful groan before sleep takes you away from your ordeal.

The red lizard licked it's lips and rubbed it's now full belly. The small pokemon inside of him rubbed up against his inner walls as his hands played with the bulge. The sensations are enough to awaken it's other hungers, effectively causing his sheath to twitch with need. The Charmeleon murrs as he begins you stoke himself in tune with his own belly massage. Oh yes, the effort it took to track the one that got away was well worth it. Soon to be even more so…