( Pokemon pred, butt-focus,scents )
Pinned underpaw and right before the enormous Rattata's maw, you can be sure that the creature is about to eat you, yet the rat Pokemon seems to be in no rush to sample your flavor, or even sniff at you for that matter. Instead, it is peering down at you with naught but annoyance. It must blame you for its embarrassing encounter with the woman earlier. This isn't a matter of hunger, though the creature may well be hungry. This is a matter of pride. It's not about to let a tiny human get the better of it.
As the Rattata stares you down, you begin to feel a strange sensation from head to toe. Your body is shrinking even further! The Rattata hisses as your body seemingly disappears underneath his paw, and you quickly find yourself between the soft underside of his paw and the soil below. As the Rattata drags his paw down onto you and scoots it back to get a better look, he (for it is , indeed, a he) quickly realizes what has happened. His prey shrunk even smaller, down to a mere inch in height. Now the little thing surely isn't worth eating, but he certainly can have fun with it!
The Rattata begins to grind his paw over your body, pressing you into the soil brutally, but never enough to break you completely. The rodent lifts his paw up and down, a few times, his motions surprisingly gentle, more a matter of adjusting his posture than actually trying to crush you. Despite his gentleness, it's still an agonizing experience, testing the limits of what your bug-sized body can handle. Just when it seems like the rough treatment will never stop, the Rattata lifts his forepaw and bats you against the nearby wall.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. Frightfully loud THUDs sound out as the Rattata begins to turn his body around until his enormous rear is hovering over you. Before you can respond, he smashes his ass down onto you, pinning you down beneath his soft cheese-scented rear, your body positioned directly beneath his hole, completely engulfed by the flesh of his rear. You let out a muffled scream, but getting a mouthful of rump quickly deters you from opening your mouth again.
The Rattata begins to grind you down into the dirt far more severely than he did with his paws, the building-sized rat Pokemon's bottom overwhelming your tiny form and breaking your back beneath his weight with a simple crunch. The Rattata is quick to blast you with an excruciatingly intense wet fart, the hot gas flooding into you, the scents of rot and cheese making breathing so painful that you dare not take a whiff. The Rattata gives you a few more grinds, his wet anus threatening to grind you into a smear.
After several minutes of this torture, the Rattata lifts his bottom up. Your tiny form, soaked in the wetness of his rear, remains helplessly stuck to the Rat Pokemon's bottom as he lifts his rear up. Still clinging to the hope that you might survive, you desperately try to push yourself free from the Rattata's anus...only for the rodent to follow up by mashing his butt into the hard wooden wall behind him with a THUD and a crunch. He must have broken every bone in your body! This is it...there's no surviving this. You struggle to come to grips with the fact that you're about to be killed by the ass of a rat.
The Rattata proceeds to repeatedly slam his bottom against the wall, dragging up and down, left and right, using your battered and crunched body to scratch at his hole. The situation now is far more deadly than it was moments ago. The wall, unlike the soil, is hard and unrelenting. The Rattata makes matters even worse by emptying out as many farts as his bowels can muster onto your tiny form. THWAM. THWAM. THWAM. PBBBBBT THWAM PBBBT THWAM THWAM THWAM PBBBBT PBTTT PBBTTT. All the while, his anus pulverizes your ever-weakening body. As he smashes and grinds, your body winds up wiping off of rear and onto the wall, adhering to it thanks to the layer of grime covering you. You're quickly met with a serious of devastating grinds from the Rattata's bottom, the rat Pokemon's rear working you over until finally....
Your body pops under the overwhelming pressure of the Rattata's rear. The Rattata, realizing that the little thing has stopped moving and started feeling a lot wetter and squishier than before, turns to inspect his handiwork. He growls smugly, looking at the little stain against the wall before returning to the discarded chip-bag in hopes of finding some more food to pillage.
You died!
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