You wake to a peaceful morning

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The early morning breeze tickles the tall grass, causing them to rub together and release a soft buzzing noise. After having your ears subjected to the delightful sound for a few moments, your eyes slowly drift open to greet the new day. You sit upright and wipe your dew-stained eyes. A few yawns and a quick stretch later, you are standing amidst the blades of green. Your hand scratches the back of your neck as you scan your surroundings.

Not much has changed during the night. The trees sway all around you causing the dawn's rays to dance across the grasses. The vegetation bows every so often to the western wind forming a bright glint that travels the length of the field. You smile in appreciation of the picturesque morning view and begin to wander though the field in hopes of finding a small snack.

After a few minutes of walking through the overgrowth, you come to a small clearing where the grass is only about half a foot long. A small outcropping of rocks dots the center of the clearing. You make your way over to the stones and proceed to examine under and around them. You're in luck as one of the rocks has a few small mushrooms growing around it's base. You pluck one and check the underside of the rim for any signs of lethality. When you are certain it's safe, you drop the treat into your mouth and chew vigorously.

You're on your third helping when you detect movement off to your left. Almost **** on the bit of 'shroom still in your throat, you turn to face the shifting grass. The blades shake and part for whatever occupies them as it continues to circle you. Whatever it is seems undaunted by the fact that you have spotted it, you figure, because the movements and the sound of crunching grass becomes more erratic. Your sure that it's trying to confuse you with its rapid and unpredictable movements and what's worse, it's working.

Combined with the breeze that already disturbs the blades, the quickening pace of the unknown creatures motions have you doubting your eyes. You are becoming more and more unsure that you have a lock on it as the grass all around you seems to dance with a mind of it's own. You turn in circles, desperately trying to locate the source of all the activity, fear making a home in your gut.

You are totally unprepared for the sudden, bone rattling hit from behind which causes you to fall forward in a daze. Blood pumping and ears pounding, you get all four of your limbs under you in an attempt to get back to your feet. While you succeed in getting your hands below you, before you have time to rise another great blow flattens you back into the grass. All of the air in your lungs is expelled with a great "Ooph!" as you feel a large pressure pinned you to the earth. You turn your head and shiver as you make out the form of a toned Linoone with fierce, pale eyes.

The fearsome raccoon-like pokemon grins wickedly down at your terrified face, making you struggle all the harder under his large hindpaw. Whatever strength you had left after the tackle is stole when the infected shifts his weight onto the foot pinning you. The pain from the motion has you wheezing hard and fighting to get air back in your body. Being unable to fill your lungs due to the pressure on your back, it isn’t long until your meek thrashing has you winded. When the sleek furred pokemon sees your resistance fade, he gives you another creepy smile and lifts his foot from your back. You have no time to act though, you feel the smooth pad deposited directly over the side of your face, now pinning your head to the ground.

With your view blocked by the soft two clawed paw, you hear what sounds like a chuckle from above as you are **** to take in the earthy sense that assaults your nose. The smell isn't completely disgusting, however, making you be somewhat glad for that. You are **** to shut your eyes when the footpad begins to rub over your head, accompanied by a satisfied growl from your captor. You groan from the added pressure and humiliation of having your face used as a dirt mat. The sole grinds over your forehead and your nose is roughly played with by the heel. Revulsion is your immediate reaction to the degrading treatment, but something else lies beneath. Something that has your blood pumping and keeps you firmly trapped underneath the predator.

You don't have long to contemplate the thought as the infect soon tires from his game and raises the clawed foot from your head. You stare up in fear at his face as he begins to lick his lips. Beaten and shivering with dread, you make no move to resist as he begins to lick your own two paws. His tongue dances around your hind paws and against the ball of each. The sensation steals a gasp from your mouth and causes those feels to return. You blush hard as your feet are taken in deeper and held in the raccoons warm maw as he continues to bathe your souls in his gooey saliva. Through deep, gasping breaths, you notice a tightness in your sheath. Horrified (and a little embarrassed) by the reaction, you hardly notice as the black lips of the mindless beast begin to creep up your legs. Thoroughly beaten and gasping for air, you can mount no struggle as the slimy gullet takes your hips, your confused sheath receiving no attention from the Linoone’s ravenous tongue. Your chest and shoulders follow quickly with a deep “GLURK!”, the sound now resonating around your pitiful form. With one final gulp, his tongue stealing the last bit of flavor from your grasping hands, you are sent into the tight embrace of his stomach. Somewhat mercifully, your exhaustion has your consciousness leave you just as your **** into a curl within the steamy prison.

After one final, pleasured gulp, the now very full Linoone plops down on his behind to savor the taste of it's early morning meal. Resting against one of the smoother rocks, the infected pokemon lets a satisfied belch escape it's lips. The sound echoes a bit from the natural acoustics of the enclosed grassland. The struggles end rather quickly, signaling to the happy raccoon that he could settle in for a quick nap as the sun rises. It's last clear thought before resting was how delightful it is when his prey didn't resist.