You shiver against the cold of the cave, wishing you had never entered it. You're just glad that you haven't encountered any wild Pokemon yet, as you do not have any Pokemon of your am to fight them with. Still, you hope that you reach the end soon, as you've spent too long inside the cave already.
As you walk, you enter a large cavernous room, and though little light exists in this part of the cave, you can see a huge shadowy form on the opposite end of the cave. You stop walking and grab your Pokedex to scan the giant creature, expecting to see that it is an Onix or some other large Pokemon. But to your surprise, your Pokedex tells you that the creature is a female Mawile, a kind of Pokemon that is usually just two feet tall. But this Pokemon must be many times that, and many times your size too. It seems to stand 50 feet tall, reaching almost to the ceiling of the cave.
You look up from your dex and gasp. A pair of dimly glowing red lights, hovering several stories off the ground, are aimed right at you. The gigantic Pokemon has spotted you, her red eyes focusing on your comparatively tiny form. The shadowy form moves, and the cave rumbles as it she towards you. You stare at it her fear, unable to run.
In just a few steps, she has reached you, and now that she is closer, you can see her better and tell that she is indeed a Mawile, except she is about 50 feet tall.The Mawile looks down at you, her head slightly cocked to the side as she observes you. Meanwhile, you stand still and hope that it doesn't hurt you, as this is definitely a dangerous spot for you to be in.
The Mawile, after a few more moments of staring at you, reaches down with a hand. You suspect she is going to pick you up, but you still can't move. You just stay still as her hand reaches you and the fingers wrap around you in a painfully tight fist. The Mawile lifts you up to her face, her gigantic red eyes crossing to look at you. You don't bother to squirm, knowing that it would be hopeless.
The Mawile stares at you and you stare back, and after a few more seconds, she moves you closer to her face, and then, she opens her mouth. Her tongue sticks out and licks your face, the soft and slimy muscle morphing around your head as it slowly slides up and off. You gasp for air as she retracts her tongue and smacks her lips, pondering your taste.
Even still, you don't squirm, as you can tell that you could easily fit inside this Pokemon's maw. And that's referring to her real mouth, the smaller of her two mouths. That size difference between you and her petrifies you, and you just continue to hope that she will spare you.
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