FireFox
Lexington didn't have a definite path as he walked through the forest. Having left his Pokemon at the PokeCenter to recuperate after a particularly vicious gym battle, he didn't see any logic in rushing in his afternoon walk. It was a nice day after all. The forest was warm without being too hot. In fact, there was a descent breeze blowing through the leaves and to Lexington's face. All he wore was a pair of hiking boots, dark green pants and a black T-shirt. Nothing too heavy to weigh him down, he hadn't even bothered bringing his backpack. The nurse at the Center seemed trustworthy enough. Hands in his pockets, he followed the beaten path, looking at the trees or the wild Pokemon as they scurried along, watching him in turn.
Lexington walked a long time, eyes closed, basking in the warmth and clean air of the forest. Having left his spare Pokeballs, Pokedex, his Pokemon, his backpack full of supplies, all back at the center...it was amazing how light he felt. Having spent so many days on end traveling, catching, battling, it was nice to have some relaxation here and there. Stretching his hands over his head, he cracked his back, and yawned. He was confident in the beaten path that he wouldn't trip, even if he kept his eyes closed.
Then he heard something crash before him. Instinctually he leapt backwards, thinking that a tree or a rock had somehow fallen before him, and he had been spared purely by fate. His eyes burst open, but instead of a tree or a rock, he saw something large and furry. A dainty brown paw had descended, seemingly from the heavens, and crashed only an inch in front of him. Only, it wasn't from the heavens. Lexington followed the paw up the great, massive leg and to a central body of a perfectly formed (though absurdly huge) Vulpix. Well, at the moment he could only see the head, the front arm and paw, the rest was blocked by the thickness of the trees.
For its part, the Vulpix's ear merely twitched to the source of the noise, and the great head turned to focus on the miniscule specimen that was before it. Truth be told, the Vulpix had never seen a human before, it had never ventured this close to the human settlements. But with food becoming scarcer (and his size becoming larger) he needed to spread out more and more to find tasty Pokemon to eat.
This human looked tasty enough...
Lexington started to back away, moving slow and careful, crab walking as careful as he could while still moving at a fair pace. Of course even if he were on his two feet and running, he probably couldn't outpace the massive creature. The Vulpix merely lowered its head down. Lexington whimpered as the wet nose came down, and pressed down against his chest. He was pinned between the ground and the wet, solid muzzle as it leaned in and started nuzzling and sniffing him, soft groans emerging out of Lexington's mouth. The Vulpix probably wasn't trying to be cruel, but the sheer weight on his chest made it feel like his ribs were bending in.
Just as quickly, the Vulipx lifted off, waddled a few steps back, and lowered to its belly as if ready to pounce. Its rump lifted into the air and its tail wiggled side to side, its hip moving the same. Lexington remained stock still. He was afraid the Vulpix might have viewed him as a mouse, something to chase and eventually gobble down. There was no way he could run away from it. Maybe if he just played dead though? But after what seemed like hours passed without either of them moving, Lexington risked standing up. The nervous silence was far worse than getting crushed under tones and tones of Vulpix flesh. He would rather die quick if he were going to die at all.
Lexington came up to a little less than the Vulpix's foreknee, which meant it was more than capable of swallowing him in one or two bites. Lexington watched as the paw lifted, and then moved forward, and suddenly Lexington found himself once more on his rump. He groaned quietly, now staying seated for fear of another knock down. God, it was like getting hit by a brick wall. Vulpixs were supposed to be fluffy and cute, not...his teeth were rattled and his head was throbbing.
Before him, the Vulpix shifted and lay down, showing off the broadness of its belly to Lexington. It was massive. Lexington had seen unusually large Pokemon before, he had even caught a very large Pidgegot. But nothing of this scale. It didn't seem possible that anything should be this big, this massive. Logic would say that the Vulpix's body should have collapsed under its own mass, but it moved like a childish kit. When the muzzle leaned forward, once more to nuzzle Lexington softly, he tried giving it a soft pat. "G-good girl," he said, not really sure what more to do.
He groaned as he was pushed backwards by the big, black wet nose. It didn't hurt that bad this time, but he didn't exactly enjoy being manhandled. His eyes were closed out of fear, but he could hear the Vulpix shifting and moving about above him, and suddenly he felt the sun no longer on his face. Opening his eyes, he found the Vulpix was now resting above him, its rump seated only a few inches from squishing Lexington's feet. But what caught Lexington's eye was what he was now staring at. There was a large, eagerly twitching sheath only three feet before Lexington, the massive size larger than the little human's whole body. Well, apparently it wasn't a girl.
Lexington again tried to retreat, but that only brought the looming muzzle to bear. It opened wide, the lips pulling back to reveal the sharp teeth stretching out of the gums like stalagmites. With amazing dexterity, the teeth hooked inside of Lexington's shirt, and lifted him up. The Vulpix growled and shook its head, treating Lexington like a rag doll until the shirt at last tore off, and Lexington was thrown several feet away. A low groan escaped his lips, and when he watched the Vulpix approaching, mouth agape, he quickly undid his pants and pulled them off, not wanting the teeth to move that close to his most guarded anatomy. His vest (which had somehow stayed on despite his shirt being ripped off) joined his pants on the ground. "There?!" Lexington demanded. "Happy now!"
The Vulpix cocked its head to the side, black eyes focusing on the little morsel before it. Resting down on its belly, its forepaws came forward and wrapped around Lexington, pulling him closer and closer to the looming mouth. Lexington squirmed and fought, as he came closer to the black nose. He beat and struggled and pushed against it, but the pink, warm tongue of the Vulpix flicked out and ran over Lexington's body. Lexington's eyes clenched shut as the wetness covered him, the stale air of the Vulpix's breath blowing over him. When the licking stopped, he opened his eyes, only to watch as the two paws fed him into the Vulpix's now open mouth.
His head was instantly inside the Vulpix's mouth, coming to rest on its broad tongue. His hands ripped and struggled against the massiveness of the wet muscles. His legs kicked rather comically outside the Vulpix's lips, at least until the thick pad of the Vulpix's paw pushed the flailing limbs in. Lips and teeth closed behind him, and Lexington was pushed into a stale, wet cavern.
The Vulpix stood up slowly, and wiggled its mouth, sloshing the tasty morsel about on its tongue and between its cheeks. It pushed the human hard against the roof of its mouth and ran it against the ridges and sensitive taste buds. Several times the little human was caught on the sharp teeth in the Vulpix's mouth, and the Vulpix tasted delicious blood. Never once the human stopped its struggle, but the Vulpix did notice its struggles growing weaker and weaker, either from the lack of air or the many lacerations over its skin. It was only when the Vulpix tasted salt that it spat the human out.
Lexington was a heap of humanity, laying on the ground, covered in bloodied cuts and drenched in saliva. He struggled to get to all fours, but found he didn't have the strength and rolled onto his back instead. The Vulpix poked and sniffed at him. Lexington gave low groans and did what he could to punch the looming muzzle, which only caused the Vulpix to laugh and blow warm breath over the human's broken body. "What do you want?" Lexington shouted.
The Vulpix stood, and placed a paw forward. Its rear paw followed suit, and it was walking easily along, showing its underside to Lexington's tired eyes. Lexington vaguely hoped that the Vulpix would assume him dead and move on, but those hopes faded as it started to slow its walk, and soon enough Lexington was staring up at the Vulpix's massive sheath. The Vulpix took one more step however, only coming to a stop when its tail was above Lexington's aching body. Tilting his head back, he noticed the thick, tree trunk like rear legs of the fox go tense and start to fold, a moment later Lexington found himself pinned under the pounds and pounds of flesh.
It was strange that Lexington didn't die, but he did not dwell on that thought. The Vulpix was still putting some weight on its four paws, so that its little toy wouldn't be crushed before it had its fun, and so Lexington had some room to punch and fight and beat against the crack and cheeks, sending shivers through the Vulpix's body as it dreamed about what was to come. The Vulpix had tried this with Pokemon before, sometimes a spare Rattata fit nicely between its cheeks, but nothing as big as this human. It was the human's shape as well: not overly squat like most Pokemon tended to be. The length of his body gave him a pleasant profile, rested pressed against the Vulpix's crack.
Lexington looked around, but of course he could not see anything, as there was not a trace of light. And the smell...raw, male musk as if he needed more confirmation of the Vulpix's gender. He couldn't see the tail hole give way, but he could feel something yield to one of his kicks, and then moisture slide wetly over his toes and ankle. In a blind panic, Lexington shouted and kicked, but felt the smoothness slide wetly over him. He quickly lifted his other foot to the pucker, kicking it, trying to make it yield so he might escape. He was so frightened, he did not realize this no doubt felt rather good to the Vulpix. And at the Vulpix's front, there was a clear show of its growing excitement.
Lexington was inside the gaping hole, up to his knees, when he suddenly felt the body above him start to shift. The pressure became unbearable for a moment, as the Vulpix sat down fully upon him. How it did not kill him, this massive pressure, was beyond him. Perhaps the soft yielding of the Vulpix's fur and fat spared him death, but he felt bones bend and break for those moments of enormous pressure. Then, the Vulpix rolled back, and came to rest on its back. All four legs high in the air, spread wide, and with the open light, Lexington could now see the ghastly brown rim that he was being drawn deeper and deeper into. He reached for the ground or grass, struggling and kicking, but with one great slurp he had been drawn in to his hips, only the wideness of his lower body sparing him from being sucked in all the way in that one pull. His saliva drenched body offered no friction that might spare him the fate. The wetness of the anus' inner walls, the wetness of his body. Lexington felt his gorge rise in his throat.
The Vulpix relaxed, sighing softly. Lexington looked about, looked forward, and watched as the sheath above and forward to him continued to tingle, and a great girth pushed its way out, scenting the open air with a musky stench that rolled its way down and smothered Lexington. Lexington began to feel dizzy. But he managed to hold his breath and sit up, pushing against the cheeks with all his might, trying to use his strong upper body to wiggle his way out. He struggled and pushed. He leaned his head forward and tried to use a firm grip, while keeping his legs tightly together so they might slip out as easily as they had slid inside. But it was simply impossible. He struggled for as long as his lungs allowed, but then he had to breathe again, and the odor of musk nearly made him pass out. Perhaps the Vulpix was waiting for its prey to tire itself out, because with a great, sudden heave, Lexington's body up to his pectorals had been swallowed up by the brown puckered hole.
Tears streamed down his eyes, as the great squeeze of the Vulpix's flairing muscles crushed his hips and bent his ribs. His toes and knees felt like dust. Every breath felt like broken glass, and there was no sign of any of this coming to an end.
"Vulpix!" he shouted. "Vulpix! God...Stop! Please!" He kicked and squirmed, fighting like a mad man to escape from the contracting hole. But the Vulpix's strength couldn't be overcome. The brown puckered skin stretched wide and massive for a moment, sliding over Lexington's smooth, wet skin and up to his neck. He felt his chin hit the moistness of the pucker, his tears streaming down his face and only adding to the lubrication. His arms lifted up over his head clawed and scratched at whatever he could, his head turned up to the outside, struggling for his every breath. The Vulpix rolled onto its side, pawing at the ground and the air. Then onto its belly, it wiggled and finally came to sit up. It ground its rump side to side, receiving such wonderful sensations up his body he pushed the little bulk deeper inside him.
Lexington's head sank beneath the rim. His hands, left outside of the pucker, pulled out handfuls of the Vulpix's red fur. His elbows hit at the Vulpix's insides, as did his knees and whatever of his body was no longer broken. He let out one scream, before his lungs were racked and he couldn't take a deep enough breath. What tiny source of light he had left him as the Vulpix's pucker closed before him, sealing him inside.
The more he struggled, the faster he was dragged further back, up the bowels of the Vulpix. His air supply was leaving him, the deeper he went. Lexington's fighting grew more and more feeble and weak as he struggled to escape. But the light was dimming, and eventually, he didn't even know which way was his escape. He just knew that he was losing his consciousness, slipping away.
The Vulpix gave a loud growl and roar, plopping forward onto its belly. The warmth of the ground felt wonderful on the enormous heat of the Vulpix's erection, and it lay flat, rubbing its flesh against the warm grass. It wiggled side to side. It humped and moaned softly, closing its eyes and growling, the underside of the flesh treated well by the grass, and the upperside massaged by the Vulpix's warm belly fur. It sat up just a moment, its claws poking into the ground as its erection reached full tilt. A moment later, a great spurt of seed had jolted out of the lance of its flesh and far forward, coating the surrounding trees and grass with musky seed. The Vulpix's roar would be heard for several miles away. A thousand Pidgeys suddenly flooded the sky, for a few moments blotting out the sun before they dissipated with the winds.
The Vulpix collapsed once more onto its back. Its four paws were in the air, as somehow the little bulk in its bowels was still struggling, though they may have just been death twitches. The Vulpix felt its meal slide all the way up, and although it was only a small meal, it would sate the Vulpix's hunger, for the time. The great release though, oh, that was what the Vulpix had craved. And it felt so sleepy now; belly full, genitals empty. Just a little nap in the warmth of the sun. Then it would find something else to sate its hungers.