Up into his Belly [BAD END]

The infected Marowak crouches above your head, lifting its tiny tail up with its rear hovering above your face. Jackal winces in disgust as the rump lowers down, jabbing your muzzle deep into the open pucker of the feral's rectum. The Marowak grunts in pleasure while it stuffs your entire **** head into its anus after crouches down slowly. Your head protrudes a bulge out from its crotch to stretch a lump along its brown flesh. The skulled creature moans in delight and fondles the small bulge with its hand, circling over it with an occasional clench. The suction power of the Marowak's anus jerks your shoulders into its welcoming, steamy mass, plucking tightly around your upper body to pull in a great amount of it inside. The Marowak's legs wobble by the effect of such wonderful physical satisfaction, struggling to remain standing through the elicit joy fireworking through its nerves.

With a another tug of its ass cheeks, your chest and abdomen slip inside the narrow ring which forces your arms being bound by your sides within the slim anal tunnel. The hot flesh presses powerfully against your motionless form, working you up along the path to the gurgling stomach of the Marowak. The infected's maw begins to open and growl in pleasure once your hips and waist are sucked inside to stretch out the walls of its rump wide. Meanwhile, Jackal violently thrashes his trapped arm inside the tree knot, growling in a mad fritz to free himself.

"Stupid...fucking...tree!" He roars as his mane of fire erupts into a fan of wild flames. The heat torches the area of the trunk, quickly burning the wood of the tight knot clasped on Jackal's wrist. Loosened with the decaying wood, the fire-type hoists his arm back, plopping it right out of the tree's trunk. He mumbles, "Did that just...work?" He chuckles with cocky rage to quickly spin around and rescue you, however, the Marowak had heard all that had gone on during his anal consumption. A spiraling bone flew across the forested area and struck the Typhlosion directly into his face once he had turned around fully coincidentally, sending Jackal to stagger back in a winceful manner. His vision fogs up and darts in all directions as his limbs suddenly began to lose control. He grunts in pain and suffered the same injury you had before, losing the sense of self-control with his legs taking wobbly steps back. Finally, gravity **** the Typhlosion to tilt back and crash into the earth. The Marowak grins as the bone retracts back towards itself. Reaching up, its hand clasps around the weapon in a perfect catch as it is returned to the feral's side.

Just then, you start to stir into awakening again, managing to get a hold of your current situation. Everything has oddly darkened and tight flesh squirms around your body within a murky chamber. The heat was almost unbearable as you felt your thighs leave colder air outside into this dense burrow. Your ears fold back once you realize what was happening. You were being eaten by the Marowak, or at least by some feral. You writhe helplessly inside the rectum, howling out suppressed and muffled cries through the rippling muscles and fat. Your legs kick out madly with your tail performing pointless spins and thrashes to stop the devouring any further. The twisting and turning action helps satisfy the Marowak's pleasure even more, rousing the male to a full erection from your body's movements. Your muzzle presses into a less tight, but still small, opening which forces your head inside the stomach.

If you were being eaten, why was there a lack of saliva, and why did gravity seem to want to pull you down if you were traveling up? Was the Marowak upside down? The reason finally hits you, which causes your mind to ferociously panic. "Am I...squeezing inside its anus?!" That is all that your brain could handle. Your struggling footpaws and tail tip vanish in the musky pucker, gone for good as your body contracts together within the Marowak's stomach. Whimpering within the constricting organ, a digestive pool bubbles up to your chest and knees in your curled up fixation as a cruel greeting to your tomb. You give dreadful looks at the sight of the hot fluids, yet the process seem to not start yet. You sob in misery, begging not to be melted down into a soup to be processed and pooped out later, but what could you possibly do now?

Back on the outside world, the infected Marowak strokes its hands over the massive, pale-tan dome shaking before it. The stretched flesh pleases the feral immensely as pre beads at the tip of its cock. You squirm while the hands run over and toy with your body inside, jiggling you some with the sloshing gut. The Marowak releases a juicy and hearty belch as your mind was beginning to subside. The feral gets up, however, and approaches the fallen Typhlosion grumbling on the floor. Jackal was completely stunned and obviously unable to get up anytime soon. The infected grins and sat its tight rear atop his face, just as it had to done with you. Your body could sense the dragging function initiate again through the vibrating flesh, but it would all prove to be useless to care anyways.

You were already a meal to this feral who clearly outmatched the both of you, and you would soon become nothing but its energy and body for it to capture more weak fools such as yourself. You whine out for the last time before falling asleep in the frothy stomach of the infected.

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The infected Marowak smirks as the kicking Typhlosion feet arrive at the basin of its anus, having them tugged on a bit for a last taunt before sealing them inside for all eternity. The hindpaws continue their brave efforts, along with the entire form of the Typhlosion working its way up into the feral's ever-expanding belly. The two bodies mash together, fitting inside the outstretched belly perfectly as the acids did their work on their hides.

The prey squirms only for a little bit longer until diminishing completely. The Marowak original smirk grows evermore wider as the feral masturbates at the tip of its orgasm. Struggling prey had always helped the feral release more than **** prey did, like the Lucario had proven before. With a few more beats of its fapping palm, bubbling seed strings out into the grass with some dripping onto the rabbit girl, steaming with pleasuring bliss as the rest of the cum-batch squirts onto the Marowak's bulbous cock head. It plops a seat back to the ground, massaging its hands onto the fleshy globe spilling out in front of it with joy. It glances its purple eyes over at the faint Buneary girl beside it during its belly-play, figuring to wait to devour the female when she was awake and squirming.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World