Typhlosion Gut Punched
This is the first story I've ever uploaded to Sofurry. After seeing all the different fetishes on this site I've gained enough courage to post one of my own. There's a lot of gut punching on the internet, but, so far, I haven't seen anything that's furry themed. I'm posting this in hopes that I can find others with the same interest. If you like it or have suggestions, please say so in the comments
This was a story I wrote for a for the only other person I know with this fetish. He requested Pokemon, thus Typhlosion and the Primeapes.
Typhlosion made his way down a trail in the forest, holding a bowl of snacks in one paw while stuffing them into his mouth with the other. He had left Jack behind in the camp about twenty minutes ago, mostly due to the fact that he just needed some time alone. The training he had been going through lately had really taken its toll on the large Pokemon and he really needed some free time. It was good to not be spending all his time sparing with the other pokemon at all times of the day.
Rounding a bend, Typhlosion looks up and stops dead in his tracks. There, straight ahead of him, is a small and extremely spiky Primeape sitting on the path. It looks up as he stops and it immediately jumps to its feet, startled. Typhlosion stays still, not sure how the other creature is going to react. If it was violent he wasn't too worried. Although they could be a real pain, a Primeape wasn't too big a deal for Typhlosion. Sure, they could toss off devastating kicks and punches with their bulging biceps and thighs, but one Primeape should be manageable after all his training, especially one this small. Besides, the Primeape didn't look aggressive at all; instead, it was wandering over with curiosity, looking towards the bowl. The Primeape looked so spiky that the name Spike came to mind. Typhlosion looked down the creature. Then, slowly, he dipped his paw into the bowl and brought out a handful of the food, holding them out to Spike. It looked curiously at the proffered paw, and then jumped back in alarm as Typhlosion tossed them towards him. They scattered across the ground and Spike soon picked one up and sniffed it. Apparently deciding it was edible he popped it into his muzzle. His eyes lit up and he scrambled for the other pieces.
Typhlosion smiled and watched as Spike stuffed his mouth with the treats and began to continue down the path. He only made it about twenty feet before Spike had caught up to him again holding out his huge boxing glove, shaped paws for more. Typhlosion frowned; he had already given him a third of what was left. So he took out one piece of the snack and tossed it to the Spike. The Primeape took one look at the small piece and glared up at Typhlosion, again holding out his paws. This crossed the line for Typhlosion, he had no problem with sharing, but this was his food and this Primeape was being rude by demanding them.
So Typhlosion took a huge pawful of the snacks, which was the majority of it, and stuffed them into his mouth. This angered Spike and he began to jump up and down, reaching for the bowl. Typhlosion held it above his head with both paws keeping it out of reach of the Primeape. Then, without warning; WOMP! Typhlosion's cheeks puff out as a spray of snacks mixed with spittle shoot out of his mouth, covering the ground and Spike. He immediately drops the bowl and, with his paws still above his head, looks down in confusion, trying to find the source of his pain.
Spike, in some sort of fighting stance, has one of his giant paws embedded in Typhlosion's gut. The flesh and fur of his belly is shoved up and folded from the force of the punch. Luckily for Typhlosion, the punch was low, around his navel area, saving him from what could have been a KO punch, but he had also been completely unprepared, his muscles were completely relaxed, not expecting the Primeape's sudden change of heart.
Spike looks up at him with a smug look in his pig-like face, knowing that it had done some real damage. As the bowl clatters to the path the Primeape quickly withdraws its fist and chases after it. Typhlosion lets out a little moan as the fist is pulled out of his gut, relieving the pressure. Then, slowly, his paws go to cover the part of his stomach that had been hit. He resists the urge to drop to his knees and silently suffers as he bends over slightly, trying to ease the pain in his guts.
Unfortunately for Typhlosion, this was nothing new. His belly was often targeted in fights. He supposed that it was the lack of muscle depth that made it such an inviting target. The coloration practically screamed weak spot. Not only that, but his stomach was big. Not in a fat way, it was just that it had such a vast expanse and covered such a large area when compared to the rest of his body that it was hard to not to hit him there.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Typhlosion begins to feel the pain recede, and, with a growl, straightens back up, one paw still clutching his belly. Spike is picking up the remainder of the snacks even, Typhlosion notes with disgust, the huge amount that had been propelled out of his mouth,. Typhlosion decides to teach the pokemon a lesson for the cheap shot he had been given. Typhlosion opens his mouth, getting ready for a flamethrower attack. Spike hears the intake of breath and immediately looks up seeing what Typhlosion was about to do. He reacts immediately, too fast for Typhlosion to stop. In a single bound, Spike jumps into the air and lands the tip of his toe in Typhlosion's gut. Typhlosion had seen this coming and was able to tense up before the impact, saving himself from the brunt of the kick. But it had also interrupted his airflow, canceling out his attack. But the monkey wasn't finished yet. He used his momentum to practically run up the front of Typhlosion's body, punching him in the gut with his feet as he went. Typhlosion grunts with each impact, but is otherwise unhurt. Spike makes it to the top of Typhlosion's body and locks his legs around his neck. Typhlosion finds himself face to face with the angry Primeape and begins to reach up to pull him off. With a strange little screech Spike begins to pummel Typhlosion's face. He punches him on either side of his face, forcing Typhlosion's head to whip back and forth. Soon, Spike's paws become a blur and so does Typhlosion's head. His cheeks are indented from all the hits, looking like craters. If the attack had been slowed down, the damage would have been evident. As spike strikes out with his right fist, it impacts Typhlosion's left cheek, forcing it to fold up towards his eye. As his face is whipped in that direction another punch stops it with a thud as Spike's left hits his other cheek. A string of Saliva is forced from his mouth on impact.
Finally, Typhlosion has had enough and he lets out a tremendous roar as he grips Spike, pulls him off his face, and throws him hard into the ground. Dust is kicked up and once it clears Spike can be seen sitting on the path with tears in his eyes. He lets out a loud and pitiful howl, covering his eyes. Typhlosion glares at him, wiping the spit from the orner of his mouth. He felt no pity whatsoever for the little guy. In the distance Typhlosion hears a few more similar howls and before he knows it, he hears rustling in the forest. Two more Primeapes crash into the clearing and immediately go to Spike. Both of them are a bit larger than Spike, one appears to have spots while the other has tremendously thick muscles, the later was actually quite large, his ears almost reaching to the top of Typhlosion's chest. Typhlosion immediately thinks of running back to the camp knowing that he was in trouble.
Spike begins grunting with Spot and Muscles, apparently conversing, and then all three turn abruptly to stare at Typhlosion, fire burning in their eyes. Typhlosion stares for a moment and begins to take a step back, as he does, they rush forward.
Typhlosion tries to back away, but they soon catch up. Spot lands the first punch, a quick jab to the middle of his stomach. Typhlosion's cheeks puff out as he huffs out a bit of his air. He begins to bend slightly in reaction to the punch, but, as he does, he feels paws on either side of him grip his arms. Muscles and Spike keep a hold as they both slam a low kick into Typhlosion's gut at the same time. That one got him. Typhlosion's belly folds around the footpaws as he bends over, his muzzle and eyes wide as he tries to breathe. He bends completely double, his head coming level with that of the Primeapes. Spike and Muscles take this opportunity to each slam an elbow into his face. The elbows hit his cheeks at the same time, squashing and puckering his face. Typhlosion is still unable to breathe and makes desperate whining sounds, the elbows still in his face. Spot meanwhile crouches in front of the stooped over Typhlosion and powers a heavy underhand punch into his chin, forcing the Typhlosion out of the elbow attack, a string of saliva flying into the air. He stumbles back a few steps and falls over onto his back. He immediately curls up into the fetal position, holding his stomach and face.
Typhlosion groans miserably, wishing for the first time that Jack had trained him a bit harder. Maybe if he had been made to do some sit-ups this wouldn't be happening. The snacks in his stomach feel as if they had been pulverized and were begging to come back up. He resists the urge to vomit and gets to his knees. In his immediate vision he sees Muscles' huge feet. One of the feet lashes out into his chin, practically lifting him to his feet. When he lands he stumbles dizzily, unsure of his surroundings. Typhlosion stumbles right into Spot who is crouched on the ground. Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Spot immediately begins a rapid fire set of punches, concentrating them on the curve of Typhlosion's stomach. The punches work their way up his gut, starting low, below his navel, and ending at his solar plexus. Typhlosion makes a "Huh! huh! huh!" sound with the first three impacts, but runs out of air after the third. The fourth, fifth and sixth punches thump into his belly, unaccompanied by his exhalation of air. With each of those punches Typhlosion was forced to bend over little by little and, once the last punch slams home into Typhlosion's hunched over gut, his head is once again level with the Primeape and, without hesitation, spot throws a punch as hard as he can into Typhlosion's left cheek. It folds up, pushing his head to the side and throwing his body in a complete circle. Typhlosion catches his balance and whirls around, seeing Spot still crouched on the ground; he gives a running kick, sending the Primeape across the forest floor. Typhlosion stays topped over for a moment trying to regain his breath. Suddenly remembering the others, he turns to face them, walking right in to a devastating punch that hits the pit of his belly. A thud muffled by Typhlosion's fur is heard as he lets out a loud, "Uuuuuuunnfff!" Typhlosion crumples in half around the paw, practically folding the fist into his own stomach. After a while, Spike jerks his paw out of Typhlosion's gut and shoves him upright again. Typhlosion stumbled back and stands with his legs apart, hugging his middle and moaning.
"GUH!" A head butt to the chest from Muscles throws Typhlosion back first into a tree and the three Primeapes follow. His back hits hard and he arches it, trying to relieve the pain. This forces his stomach to stick out straight towards the waiting Primeapes. THUUMMP! In unison, the Primeapes slam their huge paws into Typhlosion's wide open belly. Spike, being the smallest slams both of his paws into Typhlosion's lower belly, Spot hits the middle, and Muscles, being the tallest and strongest by far, slams both of his meaty paws as hard as he can into Typhlosion's solar plexus, just below his chest; smashing what little air Typhlosion had gained out of his lungs, and ensuring that he wouldn't be getting any for a while.
The shock of having six fists sink into his breadbasket at the same time took Typhlosion a few moments to comprehend. When he had been hit his back had been slammed back into the tree, pinning him and allowing the fists the leverage they needed to bury themselves even deeper, compressing his stomach to half its size within a matter of seconds. His ears poke straight up and his muzzle gapes open wide, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. After a few moments, he finally begins to react. His arms go to wrap themselves around his middle, but the fists are still in the way. The Primeapes cruelly and unmercifully hold their fists there, trying to draw out Typhlosion's agony as long as possible, feeling Typhlosion's stomach muscles attempt to tense against the assault. It's futile, though, the damage having already been done. Finally, after a full fifteen seconds (to Typhlosion it felt like an eternity) the Primeapes hear a gurgling in Typhlosion's throat and instinctively jump back. Typhlosion's belly instantly expands back to its normal size and he falls to his knees gagging and holding his gut. Typhlosion heaves once, twice, and then vomits up his breakfast and the snacks he had been eating.
Typhlosion finishes retching, feeling drained and exhausted. He's still having trouble breathing, and he keeps making wheezing sounds. A sound in front of him makes him look up. He sees Spot standing in front of him, dread creeps over him, apparently he wouldn't be given time to recover. Without any kind of warning spot smashes his foot into Typhlosion's face, once again throwing him against the tree. Spot holds his foot against Typhlosion's face, smashing his other cheek against the tree. He rolls Typhlosion's cheek with his foot pushing upwards, forcing Typhlosion to tilt his head back. Typhlosion can barely see due to the fact that his eye is forcibly closed by his own cheek. Then Spot releases the kick only to whip another into Typhlosion's face knocking him over on his side. Typhlosion stays down holding his stomach, wondering how a little fight over food had turned into something like this.
The Primeapes are once again conversing, maybe discussing how to kill him for all Typhlosion new. As they talk, Typhlosion feels a second wind building in him. His anger grows. Who were these pathetic creatures to treat him like this? It was embarrassing that he was suffering such a beat down, what would Jack say? Turning his head toward the Primeapes, he takes a deep breath, igniting the fire around his shoulders. Then, with a sudden movement, he sits up and lets loose with the fire in his belly. Unfortunately for Spot, he was in the direct line of fire. With a screech, he lights up like a candle and runs screaming into the woods. Spike and Muscles stare in shock at where Spot had disappeared then look back at Typhlosion who's on his feet and rushing towards them. Typhlosion slams a fist into Muscles' face, sending him several yards in the opposite direction, where he stays, dazed. Spike cowers, suddenly finding himself in the direct path of Typhlosion's wrath. Typhlosion gives Spike a toothy grin as he winds up a huge punch. Just as Typhlosion delivers it, though, Spike takes advantage of his agility and jumps back. Typhlosion grunts with surprise as he's carried forward by the momentum of his punch. He stumbles forward and falls face first right into Spike's fist. His right cheek is flattened against his teeth and his head is propped up by the fist as he falls on his stomach. Spike throws another punch, uppercutting Typhlosion's chin. Typhlosion rolls away rubbing his face and taking a guarded stance in front of Spike. Spike, with renewed confidence, runs forward, planting a right hook to Typhlosion's stomach. Typhlosion grunts, but easily shakes off the hit, having tensed up for it. Typhlosion sneers at Spike, and then slams a brutal hit into his head KO'ing him on the spot. Typhlosion stands over the prone form of Spike, breathing heavily.
Suddenly, he feels a heavy paw on his shoulder and Typhlosion is spun roughly around. He finds himself staring into the cold eyes of Muscles. It's only now that Typhlosion realizes how big Muscles really is. Although Typhlosion is bigger in both height and weight, Muscles comes almost up to Typhlosion's neck, pretty impressive for a Primeape. Most impressive are his biceps which are bigger around then Typhlosion's own arms. He had more muscles then Typhlosion had ever seen on a Pokemon.
Faster than the eye could follow Muscles slams a good hard uppercut into Typhlosion's cheek. It folds all the way up to his eye, pushing his head upwards. Typhlosion wobbles unsteadily as Muscles holds his fist there, savoring Typhlosion's pain. Typhlosion grits his teeth in pain, and then he grabs the paw by the wrist and jerks it away from his face. With a roar, he pulls Muscles towards him and slams an elbow hard into his face. The Primeape's spit flies through the air as the side of his face is smashed. Typhlosion pulls him forward again and slams a knee into where he thought the Primeape's gut was. He must have been right because he is rewarded with a loud exhalation of air. Typhlosion drops the Primeape who falls to his knees hugging his body. Muscles stays like that for a minute, breathing heavily. He starts to make growling sounds in the back of his throat and Typhlosion steps back in anticipation of an attack. With a screeching howl, the Primeape once again jumps to his feet his expression maniacal as he flies into a rage. Typhlosion isn't given much chance to defend himself as the Primeape rushes towards him. Thud! Womp! "Unngh!" "Oomph!" Two uppercuts into his battered midsection force the Typhlosion to the tip of his toes with each hit. Typhlosion then bends over, paws going to his belly. This was the reaction that Muscles was hoping for; as Typhlosion bends over, his head comes to the same level as the Primeape, giving Muscles full access to his face. Muscles winds up his right arm and slams a punch hard into Typhlosion's left cheek. It sinks in and folds the cheek back before Typhlosion's head is whipped to the right. Muscles uses the momentum of Typhlosion's head against him and slams another punch into the other cheek. As his head comes to an abrupt halt, his cheek is smashed and pressed upwards. Saliva flies out of his mouth as it continues in the direction his head was moving a moment ago. Muscles looks at Typhlosion whose face is still scrunched up from the fist in his face and is still stooped over and holding his stomach. Then he throws an uppercut into the Typhlosion's chin causing him to straighten back up and stumble backwards.
Muscles pulls back his fist again and runs towards his opponent. Typhlosion subconsciously notices how much bigger that fist is than his own paw. Typhlosion watches as it gets bigger and bigger. It draws back and swings forward in a deep uppercut. His eyes follow the glove-like fist as it flies toward him at an impossibly high speed. He follows it all the way to his own stomach. THUD! The flesh around the fist makes a wave motion away from the point of impact. Typhlosion watches as the fist disappears into his belly, sinking in almost to the Primeape's metal-clad wrist. Almost immediately, his stomach bounces the fist back out and his belly resumes its familiar curve, but on the inside it still feels like he's being punched. Typhlosion's spiky tail sticks straight up into the air as he lets out a deep and involuntary groan, trying to pull away from the Primeape. Muscles doesn't let him though, keeping a grip on Typhlosion's shoulder. With his superior strength, Muscles forces Typhlosion to bend over so as to make his abdomen more accessible to the full power of his uppercut. Muscles once again pulls back his fist, this time almost starting it all the way at the ground, then with all of his strength and power behind it, rockets his paw upwards into Typhlosion's bread basket. THUMP! This punch is much higher, on the solar plexus. The sound is hollow, almost like that of a drum. Muscles' fist once again sinks in deep slightly past the wrist this time. For a moment, Typhlosion's footpaws are lifted over a foot off the ground, his toes curling while he lets out a loud "Huuuuuuuuunnnnnfffffhhhhh!" as the all the air in his body abandons his lungs for what feels like the hundredth time. The fire on his shoulders extinguishes itself as the fight leaves his body. His footpaws hit the ground and he would have crumpled to the floor if not for the fist that held him up. Primeape grinds his knuckles a few seconds longer into Typhlosion's midsection, causing the Typhlosion to go cross-eyed, before abruptly jerking his fist out. Typhlosion, losing the support that was holding him up, drops like a stone. He stays on his hands and knees, dry heaving, not having anything else in his stomach to puke up. Muscles doesn't even give him time to recover. With a running start, Muscles punts Typhlosion's stomach with a kick that would have sent a football 100 yards. It connects with a meaty THWACK and Typhlosion is once again air born, spraying saliva as he goes. Once he comes back to the ground, he hugs his stomach and begins to roll back and forth, praying that some amount of air will enter his lungs. Muscles kneels next to Typhlosion's head and sends a brutal punch that hits his unprotected face. Typhlosion's cheek folded against the force of the punch throwing his head to the side and spraying more saliva across the ground. Muscles then sticks his paws under Typhlosion's armpits, lifting him up off the ground and setting him back on his feet. Typhlosion, knowing that this could be the end of the fight, prepares a last attack. He is finally able to draw a small amount of oxygen into his body allowing him to ignite the fire in his stomach for a flamethrower. Muscles, seeing this, draws back a fist, attempting to stop the attack. Typhlosion takes a deep breath and opens his mouth. Muscles draws back his paw and quickly slams it into Typhlosion's solar plexus, hoping to cut off the attack. Unfortunately for the Primeape, his attack has the opposite effect. The fire is propelled from Typhlosion's mouth at a much higher speed as the wind (or fire) is knocked out of him. Muscles' entire body is engulfed in the flame, singeing all of his fur. Typhlosion struggles not to fold over and keeps the fire going before running out of breath.
Typhlosion falls to the forest floor, crumpling over onto his knees. He holds his stomach and leans forward until his forehead rests against the ground, silently suffering for a few moments. He hears a slight snort and looks back up and is completely shocked to see the primeape standing, still concious albeit a bit on the burned side. Typhlosion quickly stood building up his defenses.
With the Primeape off-guard, he decides to take a risk. He takes in a huge breath, preparing a massive flamethrower. His chest and stomach expand as he sucks in air, beginning to build up the fire in his belly. But, unfortunately for Typhlosion, Muscles had been feinting and he had underestimated Muscles's speed. Before he can ignite the fire, Muscles is two inches from his face slamming a mighty focus punch into his belly, right in the middle of his gut. Typhlosion is caught unprepared, in the process of sucking in air and his lungs being at their full capacity, his abdominals are completely relaxed and soft. His untensed belly swallows the glove all the way to Muscles's wrist. Typhlosion's head jerks forward past Muscles's shoulder, a cascade of saliva flying from his mouth accompanied by a loud and deep "Oooooooooomph!" His expression, which had been determined and confident before, turns to one of blank confusion. Typhlosion's chin comes to rest against Muscles's shoulder as his body deflates against the punch, drool dripping from his mouth into Muscles's fur. The Primeape grins as he feels Typhlosion lean against him, knowing he had knocked all the air out of the much larger pokemon. He likes the feeling of his fist being so deep in this creature's vulnerable belly; it's extremely soft and very warm, due to the fire he had been building up. He could barely feel his stomach muscles, which were twitching slightly, attempting to tighten, but being so badly weakened from the beating they had taken it's almost pointless
They both stay like that for a full five seconds, then Muscles decides to continue the attack and shoves his huge fist upwards, pushing everything inside Typhlosion up into his solar plexus. The pokemon had almost passed out, but this brought him back. Typhlosion's eyes, which had sagged half closed, open wide again. His spiky tail bends up, so far it shows it's creamy underside. The fire in his belly flickers up a little as the last of his air vacates his lungs. He stands up to the tip of his toe claws, instinctively trying to relieve the pressure pushing into his solar plexus. Because of his close proximity to the Primeape, Typhlosion is unable to double over, his chin pressing down against Muscles' shoulder. A few more seconds pass before Muscles slowly pulls his fist from the depths of Typhlosion's gut. Typhlosion lets out a deep moan as his whole body loses its rigidity and he begins to slip to the ground. Muscles fires two more rapid punches into his gut, shaking his belly and causing the larger creature lift back up to his feet. There's no more air inside of him, so there's no exhalation. Instead, he grips his belly and stares at the Primeape's smirking face for a few seconds, before he slowly sinks to his knees. His vision flickers and he sways unsteadily. The last thing he sees before he blacks out is the large feet of the primeape. He then pitches forward, flat on his stomach, out cold.