Winded [BAD END]

It would be foolish to even think of attempting to hit the Staraptor head on. At close range, the Staraptor would already be at top speed, darting through whatever attack you think you could land on it. "Do your best to avoid it!" You tell the Ryzer as you begin to press aura between your forepaws. The sphere of burning blue flames ignite powerfully within your palms, almost flying away from the gliding **** of the dragon you were on flying about. The silhouette of the bird is far off, but aimed towards you, so with a surging blast of your power, you send the aura sphere rocketing away at the Staraptor.

The bird's purple eyes widen from the projectile and is **** to swing around in a different direction to miss the Charizard. The sphere eventually lands against a wall, burning out a dark smudge to smoke out. Deciding that charging attacks wouldn't be wise in this fight, you begin to punch your arms out, alternating with each to send a smaller blast of aura out towards your flying opponent. The single shots scatter in lines at the evasive Staraptor who proves to be very difficult to even keep up with. In fact, it was moving so fast that you began to see blurred images of it trailing behind, confusing you of which figure was the real one in a double team tactic. Frustrated, your aura blasts begin to get sloppy in aim and terribly miss the actual Staraptor, which inevitably even starts to tire you out. The infected bird comes in with another dive, and the Charizard barely manages to lift up enough for the bird to go streaking by, almost making contact that time.

The dragon blows a stream of flames that were already out of range from the bird, angrily growling, "Grrrrrr...could you take care of that thing, please?" Agitated as well, you weren't prepared for the Staraptor's own projectile attack. It had swung its wings together, unleashing a twirling whirlwind straight towards both of you. Before you could warn the Ryzer, the strong winds **** the Charizard to lose his balance and begins to waver around in an attempt to regain his composure and flight, almost knocking you off in the process. The Staraptor hadn't finished though, and you realize this again when it was too late. The bird dove in again, headbutting that dragon's belly powerfully. The dragon coughs out from the hit, losing his ability to fly for a brief moment to go spiraling back towards the ground. You gasp and hold onto his shoulders tightly, beginning to lose your grasp on him with the blowing winds of your quick descent slipping you away. Luckily, the Charizard tries to arc back up, but instead, crashing over some flat rooftops that send you rolling off on to hit occasional debris along the way. After the **** finally dies down and your battered body stops in place, you groan with several bruises and aches to pulsate within your body. Your arms wobble to even hold your upper body up from the dusty clay ceiling you were on. Peering upwards, you see the crashing Village Chief slam into a stone wall and plummet back down to land on a different rooftop far off from you had landed. Good thing that he had that armor on, or he may have died from such an impact.

Endeavoring to lift yourself up, you are quickly stopped once you feel a heavy **** shove you right back down to keep a heavy weight on you. The infected Staraptor stands on your back, planting a taloned foot against the top of your head to keep you down. You hear several groans emitting out of its belly, along with a few tongue smack from wetting its beak. It steps back from trampling you some to lower down and crams one of your plushy rump cheeks into its open beak. The furry blue orb stuffs into its maw for it to relish its hot and slimy tongue over, licking over the fat orb to lightly squeeze between its beak. Its tongue even occasionally snakes over your anus, forcing you to tense up and grumble for mercy. Weak and hurt, you struggle by kicking your leg at it while crawling some forward. You actually manage to get the bird to release your butt from its maw, only for it to cock its head in irritation and easily steps up to follow you, amused at your defeated and slow pace. It brushes its foot against your side to roll you over onto your backside.

You pant as your frontside is brought to the open air for you to stare directly at the shadowy Staraptor with glowing eyes to tower over you. It licks its beak again and scoops your hindpaws into its maw, suckling them into the squelching gooey depths of his jaws. You gasp and begin to whine out to desperately free yourself from becoming this feral's meal, pushing your legs out and around to slide out. Although, the avian keeps a tight hold around you this time and evilly taunts you by slathering its tongue under your paw pads. You fail to hold in several moans to the Staraptor's pleasure, grabbing at the dusty rooftop with your hands as your head rolls against it, whimpering out like a puppy. The bird practically chortles from its victory and swallows in your feet to begin dragging your legs into the hot and tight muscles inside it.

From the ground, you look over to your only remaining hope; the Village Chief. The fat Charizard is on his back far off, **** with his tail flame almost snuffed out as an infected Salamence glides down and stalks toward the fallen dragon. It eyes the mass of lizard meat it was ready to taste, and happily starts to undress the Aggron bone armor from his body. After your calves and thighs receive a tough bath of saliva to wash in, your rear end is brought back to the bird's gulping maw and is forcefully slapped by its tongue so the muscle can worm its way around the plushy meat in a cruel gesture from the Staraptor to remind you that you were nothing but food for the ferals. The slick muscle wiggles in between your cheeks, jabbing inside your pucker to elicit some loud groans and soft thrusts from your doomed state. Your eyes roll back and your muscles tense in an unwilling and pleasurable fire. The tongue slides in and out of your rectum several times before sliding wetly back out to circle around your ring as a final tease to it.

The bird muffledly murrs at your flavor and hide, quickly beginning to lose interest in bragging for its captured meal and get on with what it wanted. Strong chomp after chomp, the Staraptor scoops in your groin, hips, and midsection into its stretching cheeks to bulge out its body for feathery lumps sinking down it body. Your hands hold each end of the beak to open up wider, as if you could even pull yourself out once the feral threw its head back for you to literally almost be falling into this thing's stomach. Its throat muscles tug at your body and its sliding tongue tickles and slickens your backside and chest, flattening your fur to make you slip in faster with gravity. Your hands tremble and you whine out for the last time, all before they give in and slide into the swallowing maw of the beast. The infected Staraptor chuckles with rumbling cheek walls as you briefly spill into its open mouth to let your head vanish from outside. Darkness and squelching innards reverberate around you, making your heart pound as the juicy bubbles and seeping drool echoes around you within the tight **** system.

You finally slide into the cramped space of the bird's gut, **** into a fixed position as gooey walls hug tightly around you and bathe you in digestive fluids that pool up about halfway inside the stomach. Pressing all four paws against the soft yet taut walls, the stomach simply gurgles loudly as your body suits its needs to begin working on you. You had failed to protect the Village Chief and the citizens of Redeemer's Grotto, along with your own hide. The Staraptor rips out a loud belch as its final piece of rubbing it in your face, and you worriedly pass out within the groaning ambiance of the bubbling chamber.

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The Staraptor coos from its delicious and filling meal, perching down with a bouncing, round belly gurgling to its satisfaction. The Lucario inside quickly lost interest in struggling and merely sat inside for the grinding stomach walls to work over him. The gut hung down like a fleshy hammock for the dog to boil up inside, forcing the infected bird to flex its talons out happily before picking up other sounds of wet smacking. Off in the distance, an infected Salamence sits on its rear with a bloated scaly belly and an orange tail limply dangling from its jaws. The dragon slurps it inside to join the rest of the Charizard's fate with its meal beginning to ironically stir awake. It plants both hands and circles over the smooth gut while angry wails and beats pound from inside, shaking the round mass out and about in ****. The Salamence hisses in laughter at the doomed chief, getting back up on its feet to fly off again, gurgling its belly loudly for all of the citizens below to hear. If only they knew it was their fallen leader.

The Staraptor scoffs at this and settles into a nice corner far from the battle, enjoying its time of digestion as the Lucario inside is melted down into a frothy soup.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World