The stench of sulfur assaults my senses as I travel up the Wela Volcano trail. Nothing could have possibly prepared me for the toll that the weather is taking on my body, but hopefully it'll be worth it in the end. I'm on the lookout for a rare flower that grows around the top of volcano after an active eruption dies off, which is said to be able to cure any ailment. Likely nonsense, but it fetches quite a heavy price on underground auctions, so it's worth the trouble. I understand why too, this place is off limits for travelers for safety reasons, adding risk to the equation.
Regardless, I continue through the sweltering heat, traversing through the smooth, yet rocky terrain. There aren't many Pokemon around today, which makes sense, they were likely scared away by the eruption, but I still feel like I'm being watched every time I turn around. It's hard not to be a little paranoid while you're breaking so many rules at once, but I don't want to go back empty handed either. One thing is for certain though, I can absolutely hear a feint skittering sound coming from nearby, which is a bit concerning. I would have already left, but I'm close to the peak where the flower should be, so I can't turn back now...
With sweat spilling down my back, staining my clothing, I arrive at the peak of the volcano. The smell is overpowering here, and all I can see are red rocks scattered about the area, with vents spewing out plumes of smoke next to where the flower should grow. Covering my mouth with my hand, I start to search around for the illusive plant, hoping to find it soon before I pass out. As I look around, I notice something glowing in the distance, a slight red glow, which must be the flower! There it is!
As I begin to walk over to the vent, I can feel a rumble from under me, which is growing stronger! I quickly run to the other side of the of the peak, and as the ground starts to shake more intensely I start losing my footing. I stumble several times until I finally manage to get one foot on solid ground again, but just as another tremor occurs, I lose my balance entirely! I fall backward into a small crevice between two rock faces, landing on my ass with a crash while the earth rumbles around me. I'm trapped here, unable to move an inch as the volcano continues to shake.
Scrambling to find a light source in this pitch black cavern, I look around and see two red glowing eyes in the the darkness. Oh no, I've fallen into the den of a sleeping Pokemon, haven't I?
As I back up, the glow of the Pokemon's eyes grows brighter, and the rest of its body lights up in flames. It's a Centiskorch, and it seems awfully upset that I just woke it up with my frankly rude intrusion!
The flames from the body of the centipede-like Pokemon light up the cavern, letting me see it's entire body! It's long, crimson, and has hundreds of awful legs that curl around a stalagmite in the cave.
On closer inspection, based on the size of it's antennae, this Centiskorch seems to be female, though I can't tell for sure because her face is obscured by her fiery mandibles.
As she approaches me, a waft of brimstone that seems to be coming off of her red carapace fills the air and brings tears to my eyes as I struggle to hold my breath.
Sensing my fear, she lurches towards me, hundreds of legs moving in unison as she skitters closer. Backing me up into the corner, she starts to wrap around me with her myriapod body and I can feel the heat from her carapace radiate through me.
For some reason, she isn't killing me, but merely holding me in a hot embrace as the end of her body, where I assume her reproductive organs are, gyrate against my crotch.
She keeps repeating this pattern, over and over again, as if beckoning me or something. I don't know what's going on, but I'm starting to get a bit nervous...
As if frustrated that I'm not giving in to her demands, she grips my pants with four of her clawed legs, and pulls it down past my ankles! She continues to spasm against me until a pungent mixture of various scents start to fill the air, and I can smell her musky fluids dripping out onto the ground below us.
It just keeps on getting worse, and before I know it, her musk is starting to take its toll on me as blood rushes to my penis.
Staring at me and clacking her mandibles together in an attempt to communicate, her eyes light up as my member pushes against her lower carapace, against her insectoid vagina.
The heat intensifies as she squeaks and writhes, and the feeling of her comfortable genitals sends a flash of almost torturous pleasure through my loins.
Gripping harder, it feels like she has no plans of ever releasing me too, and maybe I don't want her to,