Voretober 2022 - LURE

The Lyra Forest is where I saw him. He was a venusaur, supposedly rare to see in the wild, but he was just there basking in a spot of sunlight. I’m not sure if they’re all that size, but he was as tall as me when he was laying there. He smelled like no other flower I ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I just had to get closer. The rangers had put out an advisory about disappearances tied to the grass-types in the region, but he was no weepinbell or victreebel. I knew to stay cautious.

As I approached, his eyes drowsily opened. I froze for a moment, but he didn’t seem threatened or alarmed by my presence. Perhaps he recognized the camera hanging from my neck. As I crept up, I couldn’t help myself from greeting. “Hi buddy,” I said, “Mind if I get closer?” He didn’t seem to. Still, I swallowed nervously as I drew near because I could finally tell just how big he really was.

If you’ve never had the pleasure of seeing one up close, allow me to describe. While the body may be around an average adult male’s height, this leaves out the massive plant growth on its back. I could tell the sweet fragrance was coming from that, but I was more focused on other things. His legs were thick as tree trunks and his face almost as long as he was tall. His red eyes looked curious and friendly, if big. On the other hand, his mouth was dotted with tusks and teeth that seemed the size of my hands.

Given how calm and watchful he appeared to be, and how inviting the scent he was putting out was, I decided to riskily pet him. Avoiding leaning on his nose, I stretched my hand between his eyes and rested it there. He made a low grumbly noise that sounded in agreement, considering he didn’t attack me. I took the opportunity to stroke up and down, feeling the pokemon’s bumpy blue skin in the process.

While I was here, I thought I should take a few pictures. It wasn’t common to get so close to a venusaur in the wild. I told him what I was doing as I took my camera off and he seemed to nod in approval. I had to walk back pretty far to get a wide enough shot for his entirety. But then I moved closer to get a couple of face and detail shots. And one time, right as I was aiming at his face, he yawned.

I took the picture, but I had to look up from my camera to see it for myself. His maw was... Huge. With his head being nearly the width of his body, it made his mouth downright cavernous. Sticky strands of drool connected his larger teeth. The back of his mouth was an equally huge dark tunnel. But between all of that was his tongue. It hung out between his two bottom fangs, wide as a blanket and glistening in the sunlight. Then it all disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

His fragrance must have been messing with my mind. But in that moment, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. I put my camera down on the ground where I was and moved closer. He looked a little confused at first. I asked him, “Could you... open your mouth again?” Then he seemed to understand what was happening. I should have been suspicious at how calm he was, but I just wanted to see it again.

Once again, his maw opened wide. This time I could feel his warm breath over me, and I trembled. Not out of fear, but out of... something else. Just as I had pet him before, I extended my hand down. It squished onto his tongue, feeling unbelievably warm and comfortable. I stroked it from side to side, sliding along frictionless as my hand became lathered in saliva. I pulled my hand back, but a thought had already crossed my mind.

I could fit in there.

It was completely unsafe. But he was so calm. It was so warm. He was holding his mouth open so patiently. Not wanting to ruin my shirt, I took it off and tossed it behind me. Then I went down to my knees and pressed my chest against his tongue. The wet warmth made me shiver. It just felt too good. Like a blanket fresh from a dryer, but alive. I couldn’t help but stretch on further, reaching my hands deep into his mouth. My arms then embraced his tongue entirely, wrapping around it.

When his lips suddenly closed around my waist, I realized I had gone too far. For a moment I was laying there in darkness. His breath puffed steadily against my face. Then, his tongue came alive under me, squishing me against the roof of his mouth. I slid precariously towards a threshold of no return, but stopped short. For a brief moment I thought he was just playing. But then I was pressed against his palate again, and powerfully pushed forward into his gullet with a GLUCK.

The rest of me followed steadily, rhythmically. I would slide down, stop, then another synchronized movement of his mouth and throat would move me further. Compared to his mouth, his throat was not wide at all. Just big enough for me. I tried to struggle, but there was no stopping that slick descent. In moments I found myself in a different place, more open but only slightly.

His stomach squeezed against me tightly as I filled in. It had little room to give me and little reason to. The wet warmth was there, but the soft squish of his tongue was replaced by crushing walls. The fragrant smell was gone entirely now, replaced by a more caustic one that my body wanted to escape. The twisted thought occurred to me that I was completely opposite his flower now, being in his belly. As I lay here in tingling juices, I wonder if I would be able to resist that alluring tongue on a second chance... And I can’t bring myself to say yes.