Toxicroak Troubles [BAD END]

"Sh-Shit...we're too late." You mutter aloud to yourself as you bear witness to the purple glowing eyes of the Toxicroak staring down at you. There was no mistaking it. The perverse smile on his face, that throbbing erection of his length between his legs, and the primalistic glare of a predator. This was probably the frog you needed to find, but it seems as though he's found you, and in a situation prime for the taking no less.

You prepare to charge another portion of your aura at him, knowing that you still had to save Jackal from his own predicament. However, the frog's cheeks suddenly bloat out, along with his orange throat sac. A liquidy churn sounds aloud, all before he blasts a pint of purple liquid at you from his maw. You try to avoid the move, but the knee-deep water slows you down too much for any real evasion. The fluid strikes your head to briefly blind you in a splash, having you tumble over backward by the impact alone too. It was poison, and the stuff was soaking right in your head, mouth, and upper body. "A-Augh!"

You feel your body splash into the water which helps to wash away the venom at least, but the stinging sensation was still surging around your skull. You surface your face from the water to sputter for some air, wiping your eyes and blinking in hopes to see. Your vision steadily comes back enough for you to glance at the branch the Toxicroak had been on, but he was outright gone. It took another second too late to notice that the branch was wobbling. The frog had hopped off of it, and with your eyes leering upwards more, he was plummeting straight down onto you. He lands down by stomping together on your chest, planting you back underwater in a muddy crash. "M-Mmhhphlk!" Your vision goes blurry again from being submerged, but the frog was standing on you clearly. Your arms struggle to grip at his weighing legs as you're snuffed out from igniting any of your fiery aura underwater. It was hard to tell, but amidst all of the muffling fluid around your ears, you think you hear him chuckling. Two purple glimmers waver above the surface of the water as he's staring at you with that open smile...

Jackal and the Leafeon were too far away to be able to see underwater either. The bog water was too murky and green to see through, but you could only hope that your friend was done for yet.

You might be however. The Toxicroak squats down just to give you another frog-leaping stomp to your stomach to **** a stream of bubbles from your mouth, denying you of any air. Then he finally steps off just to fish his arms down to grab your shoulders. Upon prying you free from the water, you're left heaving for oxygen to even really resist, aching from the stomps and venom as well physically. This gives you a personally close look at the amphibian's smiling face as he stares right into your weakened eyes with those glowing eyes of his. Licking over his teeth, his maw opens up...

Glistening darkness is all that you can see in the frame of the Toxicroak's grinning flat teeth. His fat tongue flattens down to make room for your muzzle, and the gullet that threatens to make it a one-way trip flexes. Despite all of this, you're able to peek just barely out of the frame to see Jackal getting pulled out of the water from his captor. He was gurgling water from his throat, but he looked to be alive from his face reacting to something. Then it hits you. He's getting nosed in at the Leafeon's own open jaws. His fire had been snuffed out too, leaving him to just stare stupidly at the hungry maw claiming his face.

Then it's your turn. Your attention returns to the Toxicroak's maw, but its now currently far closer than it was before. It's only half a second before your nose and mouth mash in against his slimy tongue, and the teeth bite over your head. You wince in pain and flatten your ears back. ****, your sopping wet palms slap in against the frog's own slick chest, streaking to find a grip and pry yourself out, but the frog was eager to eat you. Poison soaks against his cheek walls and tongue, seeping the stuff into your fur and skin. It stings at first, but it inevitably begins to numb your muscles while keeping your nerves just as sensitive, meaning you lose the ability to struggle your movements, but also feeling every wet inch of the walls closed around you tug you right in. The frog feeds his gullet while his arms wrap around you in a vice hug, clapping up to your rear end in fact to keep you against him. He murrs around your neck while you're nose-dived in through his gullet.

"Ghhlkp~" The resounding swallow pulls you in with an inhaling motion, packing your face to bunch up in together within his esophagus while the hands to your ass take a greedy hold. You audibly grunt from the gesture. It was bad enough that you were actually getting eaten by an infected, but to be man-handled the whole way down was too much. Your legs kick in the water and your arms try to jab at the frog, but another wet churning sounds out. From his throat sac, he spews his natural poison to rain down your chest and body, soaking more of that venom into your body to dwindle those motions down. You gasp and whine amidst the watery fluid washing you into numbness, but there was little you could do. Your partner was being ingested, just like you in fact, without any other help outside to save you. Perhaps you should have heeded the Charizard chief's warning better. You were under-prepared for this mission, but perhaps it was only going to fail from the start. Your only useful lead was infected by the very thing you wanted him to help you stop.

Perhaps being food was always inevitable.

With your body shuddering weak and your ass pulling closer amidst the swallows, the Toxicroak makes faster work of your figure. You sink down into the rumbling darkness of the frog's stomach, bulging out his middle as more and more of your body's fed in. You muffledly call out to Jackal from within your venomous prison, but it was hard to hear anything other than your own outside splashing and the gluttonous swallows of your predator. But the fact that you couldn't even hear Jackal's voice at all meant you knew he was sharing the same fate as you. You're both infected-chow.

The Toxicroak gulps in your ass with a ravenous bite, and from there, it's an easy slide of your legs to sink in through his gullet to plump down into his gut. The Toxicroak releases a pleasured sigh afterward, putting a hand to the round gut now sagging forward from its middle. In a simple pat, it swirls a hand around to feel your body awkwardly attempting to adjust for any space that wasn't there, shifting in at the walls, and sloshing in the venomous juices of the stomach. "Crrrr, cr cr crrr...~" He chortles in a croaking fit of victory, licking over his teeth.

"M-Mmlhhpghk...d-dammit, I can't...move..." You whine within the stomach, finding your arms and legs very useless in the chamber. The frog's stomach showed no mercy as it was already flooded with his stomach acids, along with having that same venom of his throat sac. With your whole body trapped inside, you find all of your muscles beginning to wane entirely, leaving you sagging like dead weight in the chamber, struggling to keep your face above the acid's surface. "M-Mngh, hhngh..."

The Toxicroak just drums its belly with pats before glancing at the Leafeon. The girl was already walking away with a heavy stomach sloshing back and forth with her steps, churning at the fire-type she claimed. Jackal had every reason to defeat her smaller figure and weaker type difference, but here in the bog, ambushing was everything. With both heroes failed to know this, the two infected part ways with their respective meals; the Toxicroak especially enjoying his food as you feel the acids pooling up higher, overtaking your head. It was dark already, but your ears suffer the same muffling noise of being submerged as when you were first dunked underwater here. Bubbles fizzle around your body, and the lack of air only aids the poison in knocking you right out...

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The Toxicroak yawns with his wet mouth as he relaxes better up in the moss-entangled trees. One leg sags over the branch he was lounging on, occasionally swinging as his hands were cupped to his stomach. The belly's original roundness dwindled into more of a chubby weight thanks to the Lucario's addition. His fingers couldn't help but to idly ply around at the new belly fat, thinking about how the dog's doughy ass must've really packed on some extra weight. His hands yearn to grope a butt as Lace had, but alas, meals are a one-time use thing anyway.

He looks forward to the next meal that'll come his way although, with this bog being nothing more than a place for ferals to hunt. His past life didn't matter anymore, and nor did this Lucario's~

The Infection Continues to Plague the World