The Gothorita bent down to pick you up. As soon as you were in her grasp, pain shocked your body. Despite her keeping you alive, the gargantuan sized pokemon's trampling has definitely taken it's toll. She isn't even squeezing roughly and you are still just barely conscious. You can no longer think straight as the Gothorita takes you deeper into the woods. The trees whip by you in a daze. You finally reach another clearing in the woods with short grass, beautiful flowers, and a stump dead in the center. Moonlight bathed the entire area, which you could see now that your head was starting to clear. The Gothorita walked briskly to the stump in the clearing, and sat on top of it. She held her palm flat, and brought you to her face, glaring at you with a sour expression.
With much effort, you tried to talk to her once again.
"P-pleease...COUGH... I-I-I just...Not all humans are bad, I mean you must have met SOME kind ones COUGH...Please find it in yourself...HACK...to let...COUGH...me go free"
Her eyes narrowed. She frowned and pursed her lips before speaking
"You must think humans did something cruel to me in my life. What a silly gesture, I've never been inside a pokeball. While I do particularly hate humans I enjoy torturing smaller pokemon as well. Something about watching them suffer, and not having the ability to escape, makes me aroused..."
She started tipping her outstretched palm towards the ground, allowing you to slip off. You hit the rough grass hard and yell out in pain. This made the Gothorita smile. Then, all you could see were her feet.
Your faced was pressed up against her footflesh. It squished around your entire body and covered you in sweat. It wasn't long till you realized you couldn't breath. She was smothering you underneath her feet, and she didn't care if you lived or died. As your oxygen ran short you tried squirming more and more. There was no way out unless the Gothorita willed it. She cupped you under both feet, making the smell unbearable. You could see the dark grey soles of her feet wrinkle above you. Then she set them back down on your body, cutting off you air supply again.
This game continued for way too long. You are smothered by Gothorita's sweat covered and stinky feet until she lets you breath for a couple seconds. Then it gets worse when she starts to rub you slowly up and down with both feet, completely covering you in grime.
That nasty grin grows back on her face as she says to you, "If you don't want to die I suggest... "
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