This choice: Vermilion City (Reserved) • Go Back...Chapter #6Practically landing on her lap! by: sneakyk   (near vore from a pokemon pred, female pred)
As you slosh about within the Pelipper's enormous beak, it's all you can do to avoid falling into a screaming panic, but you manage to keep your wits about you. Claimed as quarry by a predator that outmaneuvered and overpowered you, swept into a holding area, and trapped waiting to get sent into its belly and digested into belly fat. Cached away within the creature's pouch as you are, you're like a snack in a grocery store sack. It will only take a simple gesture for the Pelipper to ensure your demise, and the longer you wait, the worse your position will be in. You can be sure that it will only be a few moments before the Pelipper skylifts you and heads off route. At that point, it'll be too late. Even a successful escape attempt would involve tumbling several stories down into a vast expanse of roaring waves and ravenous fish maws. If the Pelipper goes offroute, you're doomed to be nothing more than food, whether it's within his belly or another.
You decide that you'll need to take action quickly, but not recklessly. The Pelipper is likely not used to preying on things that can walk, talk, and climb. At least, you would hope. For all you know, there may well be other tinyfolk just like yourself! Whatever the case, your only option now is to act. You ease yourself forward until you're right up against the front of his pouch, already feeling the Pelipper beginning to ascend. You quickly let out the loudest shout (really, more of a squeak) that your tiny form can muster, hoping to confuse the beast. As light pokes into the beak, you realize that your plan worked! You quickly jump up and climb your way up, gripping at the opening with one of your arms. Not wasting a moment, you pull yourself forward , your upper body now sticking out of the creature's maw, and look down below. It seems Pelipper is still over the route, flapping about in place, confused. Down below you see a sandy island...and the same sunbathing woman as before!
Yes! Here's your chance. You lunge forward, only to feel a powerful pain snap around your left leg. The Pelipper managed to snag you just at the last moment! You scream as your body flops about in place, the world fading into a blur as the bird struggles to collect you into its beak once more. You can be sure that if the Pelipper succeeds, it won't let you out again! You struggle, flopping about and looking not too different from a noodle sticking out of someone's mouth in the process. Suddenly the Pelipper opens wide and jerks back ...but you manage to fling yourself forward just at the last moment. You feel your heart race as you plummet down to the sandy surface below. Here's hoping you survive the fall. You tumble
Whoooooosh...thump! Your body crashes down onto a soft surface, rebounds into the air, then lands again, this time settling in place. Well. It seems that you're alive, in one piece, and not buried half in sand...but where are you. You get to your feet, only to stagger and fall back down onto your rear. The surface beneath you is definitely cushy, even if it isn't sand. Looking around you find yourself atop a yellow surface. The air around you smells of sweat, lotion, and salt. As you get back up you begin to realize just what it is you're standing on. The sunbather's bikini-clad backside!
Sure enough, you hear the woman grumble. Turning to the sound of her voice, you see her back extending off into the distance...and an enormous arm headed your way, no doubt to inspect whatever it was that just crashed down onto the woman's backside. "Please don't be bird shit, please don't be bird shit..." she mutters to herself as her enormous hand descends for you. Before you can respond, she mashes it down over your back, grinding you into the fabric of her bikini bottom all the while, pushing you deep between her cheeks. "No... but what is it..." she mutters to herself. her hand grips tight around you, and she quickly brings you before her face. She looks at you with her lips curled into a lazy half smile as she sizes you up.
"Well would you look at that!" She grins as she tightens her feminine fingertips around your form. "Looks like I found myself a tiny. What were you doing on my ass, little one? "The 20-something year old woman muses as she eyes your helpless form. She quickly shifts her fingers about before pinching around your sides with her spare hand and bringing you up for a better look. "Hmmm..."She muses as she assesses your tiny form. "Aw heck. I can't get mad at you. Besides, you look like you'd be fun to play with..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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