Fighting the Pinsir

Thinking about the consequences of running away, you realize that the creature would simply just catch up to you when you failed to outrun the thing; that would just leave you overly fatigued and easy-pickings for the monster. For some reason, the Pinsir is far faster than you with a substantial amount of stamina to outpace you. It was probably due to the fact that it has eaten a large number of ill-fated Pokemon with its gravid weight to bolt this fast. With more and more consumed prey, its muscles expand and its adrenaline is literally fueled by its food, retaining the immense brawn and agility of the thing to sustain itself.

The rainstorm and trees obstacles don't aid you in any way either. Waves of scattering droplets struck down on you, seemingly to beat you down lightly to warp your sight with pinched and wet eyes. Scattered wilderness and debris litter the muddy puddles which **** you to struggle every so often in your traversal. Fallen trees or wonky ridges of land; it was as though the outside world was working against you on purpose; the hidden roots attempting to trip you are certainly a hint.

The large oak tree ahead neared and the slimy snarls of the infected creature behind you grow closer. You tried hiding from the monster before, and that trick failed miserably. You certainly wouldn't have the time to climb a tree unless you wanted to fall back down into its drooling mouth. The image of the Pinsir roaming the forest with a fat shelled belly sends a cold shiver down your spine, knowing well aware that you would be squirming inside to digest into its built form like so many people have before you. It sounded risky, but you had to fight the Pinsir if you wanted to survive.

Digging your hindpaws into the wet ground, you manage to brake yourself along the slick terrain to turn and face your enemy. The Pinsir, unfortunately, was already prepared for an attack.

Its head was pointing forward and its cranium claws are gaping open. You don't even get to savor a moment of dreaded realization as it rams into you, tackling your body forward into the tree you were headed against. A wooden crunch alerts you that you had hit your back to the tree, but your vision immediately blurs as a shock of a dazing impact rocks your entire world. You howl in pain as the claws grip around your waist, pinning your arms in its clutches to the tree. Your back remains buried into the crushed-in trunk; the impact of the tackle actually cushioning you in an awfully aching way from getting scissored by the monster's large noggin-claws. The pain stung sharply, stunning your vision and awareness into mere fuzzy pictures that faded in and out of your sight.

Dazed, you are easily **** to the Pinsir for it to actually unhinge the head claws, causing you to fall against your rump in front of the successful beast. You groan from the pulsing headache that it gave you and the Pinsir stands before you, letting the drool strings from its mouth to drip onto your now shorter form. Leering down at the stunned prey, it towers above with a far more domineering height, weight, and opportunity to send you packing. The violet eyes of the beast eagerly trace your male body up and down to entice where it'll start its meal.

1. Its tongue, licking your face.

2. A hard bump, pressing against your lips.