Always Check for Traps
Rescue teams always need to work together to solve tough missions. Yet sometimes a mission is so unassuming that a member will take it upon themselves to venture into the dungeon alone. For Grovyle, this was one of those days. The grass-type finds himself venturing into a forest based Mystery Dungeon on the lookout for a lost toy. It's a low level dungeon so how bad could it really be.
Bundles of twigs soared through the sky and landed in the middle of the forest floor. Satisfied that nothing had triggered, Grovyle walked into the open area. He had taken up a request to find a Sandshrew's lost toy inside the mystery dungeon. Usually missions were taken as a team, but this was quite a simple task that a single member could handle. Still, it paid to check each room for traps.
"Now then." Grovyle said to himself. He looked towards the set of descending stairs, ready to press forward into the unknown. "According to the request, it should be somewhere on the next floor." With those words of encouragement ringing in his mind, he set forth down the flight of stairs.
"Where are all the wild Pokemon? I haven't seen a single one in the past five floors" Worry crossed Grovyle's mind. Was this some type of trap perhaps? It couldn't be, but it would be better to move quietly just in case. He tiptoed up to the adjoining room, glancing inside. So far so good. Cautiously he reached for his trap checking bundle and... nothing. "Dammit, I forgot to grab it before heading down."
Quick glances around the current room confirmed that there was nothing he could use to substitute the sticks he was using, there was no way to check for traps. Sighing in defeat, the Pokemon began a quiet steady approach towards the room. Quarter of the way into the forest opening and everything seemed to be clear.
Grovyle took another cautious step forward, a click rang out from beneath his feet. He had triggered a trap! Verdant vines slithered out from the floor and coiled around his foot. "Oh no you don't!" Groyvle shouted out while he hacked away at the constricting foe.
Vines dissipated into nothingness with each consecutive leaf blade barrage. Grovyle freed his trapped leg and jumped back away from the vine trap.
More vines burst from the ground, giving chase after the fleeing Pokemon. "Just how many of you are there." Grovyle commented to himself. Gracefully he danced around every aggressive vine, a leaf blade counter being their reward for the attempted assault. Worry began to creep into Grovyle's mind. For every vine he cut down another three took its place.
Grovyle took a vast leap backwards, giving himself a couple seconds to come up with a strategy. "They've managed to get me further into the room. I need to start cutting my way towards the exit." Little time to plan was given, those vines had already covered the distance. He dashed towards the left side, jumping over and slashing the few vines that blocked the path.
It was a clear shot to the exit now. "Just a little more!" Every step was one closer towards escaping this nightmare. A singular vine shot out towards his feet, causing the Pokemon to spring high into the air. That vine followed upwards and gained a weak grasp on his ankle. It was enough of a clasp to halt all forward momentum. Grovyle tumbled back towards the ground and landed harshly on his belly.
Air was knocked from his lungs as he struggled to regain his composure. More vines rushed over to his prone body. They coiled around his vulnerable arms, taking away the only weapon he had. With limbs pulled taut, Grovyle was left spread eagle on the forest floor
"Let go of me dammit! Let go!" Grovyle howled out in a panic. He struggled to break free from his bindings but couldn't even earn an inch of slack. One of the snake-like vines coiled around his neck before it pressed against his tightly sealed lips. Shaking his head left and right, Groyvle did what he could to stop that thing from pushing into his maw. Crushing pressure built up around the Pokemon's neck.
Grovyle was turning blue as the air was strangled out of him. Every fiber of his body fought to resist but instinct took over as he gasped out for air. His mouth was rapidly overrun with bitter flavor. With a bite, Grovyle tried to force the violator out. If the creature felt anything it didn't show it, instead it pushed deep into Grovyle's throat.
Convulsions surged throughout his body, the throat violation triggering a gag reflex in the Pokemon. Those heaves and gags were paid no mind, instead a viscous fluid sprayed forth from the vine and down the gullet. Each force fed gulp of that strange goo sent ecstasy filled shivers down his spine. Heat burnt through Grovyle's body, his cock stirring out from his slit.
"What is this stuff? Why does it taste so... good." Grovyle could feel his mind become senseless. Struggle of limbs faded away into tiny jerks. There was no more gagging, instead replaced with hunger filled slurps. Like a greedy newborn, Grovyle guzzled down every last drop of that sweet nectar. "So tasty... more..." Drunken moans and giggles vibrated around the vine. So far gone was the Pokemon's mind, that he didn't even register the pair of vines that pulled apart his bubbly buttocks.
Another leaking lanky vine creeped towards Grovyle's delicate little butthole. With a small prodding the vine began soaking that backdoor entrance with another fluid. No longer could Grovyle ignore that backside molestation that was going on, that sap coating his pucker almost snapped him out of his drunken haze.
Another bucket load of mind-numbing juice flowed down the throat and into his stomach. Grovyle went completely limp, his resistance utterly withered. With a pull the vine slithered out of the Pokemon's mouth. Grovyle wasn't ready to give up the delicacy and fought to pin it down with his tongue to no avail. With a pop the vine pulled free from the suckling Grovyle, a small drunken burp following shortly after.
More of that tingling secretion was massaged into the tight ring. His sphincter was slightly pushed apart by the thin tip, a blast of sap flooding into his bowls. Satisfied with its job, the tentacle pulled out and away from the rosebud. His bountiful buttcheeks were released, giving a satisfying jiggle as they clapped shut
Ten minutes leisurely ticked by. Tingling liquid that coated that bum had fizzled away into a cold numbing sensation. Grovyle once again gave out a girly giggle when those two vines pulled his fatty ass apart for the second time. Laughter echoed across the room. "Ticklissssh" Grovyle slurred out. His body bounced with intoxicated laughter.
A large girthy presence snuggled up against the loose quivering butthole. Truly it was a blessing that Grovyle had been made drunk with lust and that his sphincter had been numbed. Despite that stroke of luck, one thing was quite clear. He was going to be feeling this in the morning.
Drool flowed out of the Pokemon's maw as that arm thick vine battered against the slickened pucker. Grovyle's entire body was being rocked forward as the vine kept punching forward in an attempt to break through the fleshy barrier. His abused ring was stretched further and further apart. After a minute of continued torture, that perky butthole opened up wide. In mere moments Grovyle was impossibly filled to the brim with that gigantic tendril
Lifting his head up, Grovyle grit his teeth and howled out. These were not howls of agony, instead they were ones of pure unyielding satisfaction. His force-fed meal proved to be an highly potent aphrodisiac that amplified the butt fucking delight by a hundredfold. Rapid thrusts gave the drugged Pokemon no moment of reprieve, his prostate being pounded into submission.
Gurgling groans and moans emanated from the room as Grovyle was fucked silly in the middle of the grass over the course of the next couple of minutes. Soon the brutal vine slowed to a crawl. Large eggs rippled down the vine and slowly writhed towards the unwitting Pokemon's backside. Grovyle was already at his limits before that egg bumped against his entrance. Inch by torturous inch the egg pushed forward past the sphincter that had already been stretched beyond its normal limits.
Pop! Only a moment of broken down resistance was needed in order for the egg to hastily shoot up into its new host. While the egg got nice and cozy inside Grovyle's guts, the Pokemon was sent flying over the edge. His cock unloaded a river of warm jizz all over his stomach and the floor. Seed kept flowing from the overstimulated Pokemon even as the second egg slipped its way inside.
It was by the fifth egg that Grovyle's enhanced orgasm finally died down to only a minuscule aftershock of fulfillment. Eggs did not stop flowing from the vine, his gut distended as more kept filling up that cushiony backside. By the tenth and final egg that worn out butthole didn't even struggle to devour the final gift. Grovyle had long since fainted from the overstimulation that had kept shooting against his pleasure button.
Satisfied with the breeding, the tentacle that was lodged up Grovyle's tailhole, yanked itself free from those constricting depths. His quivering ring, which looked more like a bracelet at this point, struggled to close itself back to a normal size. Slowly the vines uncoiled each limb, retreating back towards the once hidden trap. The last vines to let go were the ones that had held apart his butt. Those fat cheeks slapped closed for the last time, hiding away that abused anus from any prying eyes.
Everything was practically silent once more, only the soft snores of the exhausted Grovyle seemed to fill these forgotten halls. It wasn't until three hours later when another adventuring Pokemon stumbled upon the room, spotting the sleeping Grovyle.
"Hey, are you alright over there?" The small Eevee meekly called out. No response was received from the fainted Pokemon. "Hold on. I got some medical supplies!" Eevee ran into the room. Halfway to the prone figure the little Pokemon heard a soft click. With a nervous gulp he looked down at the paw that had a small tendril coiling around it.