The pesky tree was too much of an obstacle to try and plan out. Bee-lining through the woods until coming up with a new tactic was a more probable solution. You twist your leg to the side, ready to lose the incoming Pinsir, but alas, you lose your footing against the slick mud and slip to hit the ground. You splash in the wet dirt, gliding off to the side of the tree. You manage to wipe the mud from your face, only to get tackled by the Pinsir, slamming your entire body back into the mud! You roar in anger as you have a grapple fight with the infected feral, trying to avoid it from pinning you.
It grabs your shoulders and bashes its massive claws at your skull, throwing you to the ground, disoriented. You're then grabbed again by its menacing claws, thrown to the ground face first for another rough landing. You crash into the mud with the Pinsir hopping on top of you in a painful impact, crushing your weakened form under the heavy weight. It pins your shoulders down while mounting on top of your backside with an uncomfortable bulge poking in between your firm butt cheeks. This thing...was going to rape you! Attempting to avoid being raped, you struggle in the tight clench, waving your arms along the dirt while flailing your legs. However, the Pinsir just bucks forward, stabbing his meaty shaft into your rump, releasing a loud yelp to escape your mouth. He pumps in again, this time, much harder and faster, squeezing his member deep between your thighs.
Your legs quiver, causing you to feel sick to your stomach as the rod of meat snakes its way through your anus. The shelled anthro began humping against your waist, sliding back and forth, leaking pre into your crack, spewing down into your ass tunnel. You curl your hands into fists, gritting the dirt in heat. Your breathing increased in speed and vigor, as with it, so did the Pinsir's humping. The crustacean flopped its tongue out, swinging it into the air back and forth with each pump, slopping out strands of drool onto your yellow furred back.
After one final buck, white thick liquid erupted from his tip, pouring into your anal tunnel. The Pinsir shakes his waist, squishing all of his seed out as you cry out barks of agony and pleasure. Before you could manage to try and crawl away, the infected pokemon forcefully pulls his member out, emanating a loud pop. You collapse back onto the ground, exhausted and humiliated. The Pinsir only growls as his member drips the last drop of cum. You try to lift your chest off the ground by your arms, but the Pinsir simply places an armored foot against your back, slightly pushing it forward to cause you to pathetically fall back down
With a grunt, the shelled pokemon grasps his cock once more, and places it at your…
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