Pointy green snout, wide leafy tail, large orange eyes staring right at you; it could only be a Snivy.
"Well what have we here? A picnic all laid out, yet no picnickers? What a queer matter this is!" He lifts the empty teacup and tilts it upside down. A single drop drips out, "Alas, no tea. A tragedy. But what a grand sandwich that is. No one should miss it if I were to eat it, surely, lest it go to waste!"
No...no...NO! You had hidden yourself in between the pieces of bread while he had been inspecting the tea but now regretted it immensely. "Please don't eat me, just go away...", you repeat furiously under your breath. Without warning the giant leaves of lettuce bear down on you and the gravity shifts.
Snivy lifts the sandwich to his open mouth and takes a hefty bite. The vegetables crunch loudly as he chews.
"I say, this is quite fine!" His eyes move upwards and to the left as he chews and considers the taste with a connoisseur's tongue, "The hint of...fish...complements the texture of the cucumbers."
You feel your tail out in the open. The warmth of Snivy's breath is right on it. If he bites down one more time it'll be the end of me! Leafeon please hurry back! Please hurry back! Please hurry back!
The leaves squeeze down tightly again and in front of you, a great crunch. The pressure around your body loosens, only to increase again with much greater force. Am...am I inside his mouth? The smell of spittle and gnashing of teeth all around you confirms it. I am.
You wriggle out of the bolus of food and try the same trick that worked on Leafeon. You latch onto Snivy's tongue doing your best not to get your big clumsy tail in between the clamping teeth. It's not as easy as it sounds for Snivy's mouth is smaller than Leafeon's and much wetter. You can't see what you're doing either as he chews with his mouth closed.
Your grip starts to slip. Your tail becomes trapped in a lump of food. You yell but it's not loud enough to be heard. Suddenly the Snivy opens his mouth to take another bite. And for a moment you see Leafeon. Salvation!
Snivy's mouth closes; giant serpent swallows. You lose your grip and slide down the snake's tongue like the food that you are and enter a tighter passage that violently pulls you downwards and away from any hope of freedom. "NOOOOOOO! I was so close!" you yell in frustration.
The tight tunnel works you over and stops pulling you down for but a second. Your tail feels it first and then your hind paws. A blockage; or at least it was before it opens and you slip into the more capacious stomach. The stink of acid and bile hits you and your sensitive skin tingles as you splash down into the thick fluid. Quickly, you reach through the gunk and try to grab onto something. But there is nothing. I'm...I'm going to be digested aren't I?
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