Weird AF Arcanine fic

Blitz was a bit of a loner when it came to hunting. Most Arcanines like him recognize how much easier and faster it is to hunt in groups, but Blitz wasn’t a fan. He loved running, he loved hunting, and he enjoyed showing off the things he caught all on his own. He was good at it, too- he often caught more than his fair share and was able to bring leftovers for the rest of the pack.

On this particular day, he was checking out a less explored part of the prairie. Few members of his pack were willing to hunt near the fringes of the forest, simply because it was too easy for potential prey to hide back amongst the trees. Arcanines were sprinters and had trouble turning sharp angles, so anything that hid in the woods was about as good as gone. Blitz didn’t care though; he was hungry for Sawsbuck, he knew they were here, and he was going to get one.

The technique was simple- hide in the grass, wait for something to come by, slowly approach, and go in for the kill once you get close enough. Blitz had spent a good two hours of waiting around, occasionally sneaking through the grass to a different spot, waiting and twiddling his paws. He had seen some smaller Pokemon around, the occasional Pikachu hopping around, low-flying Pidgeotto, but nothing truly impressive… until IT walked out of the forest.

This Sawsbuck was the most beautiful thing he’d laid eyes on, its coat was spotless, its antlers pristine- and huge at that! He almost forgot that he was supposed to be hunting it he got so caught up in just how perfect it was. Slowly, steadily, he made his way through the grass, crouching low and moving slow so it wouldn’t notice. He was so nervous, he had almost forgotten how to breathe. He kept moving closer and closer, eyes locked on his prize, which was thankfully distracted with grazing.

*snap*

Blitz froze. The Sawsbuck froze, and then turned to Blitz, and then turned to the forest and immediately started running. Its front hooves barely left the ground before Blitz has sprung into action, his heart racing as he darted towards his prey. The Sawsbuck took two running leaps before suddenly changing direction and turning hard left into the trees, the Arcanine nearly slamming into a limb trying to change directions to follow.

Arcanines were terrible at turning, but of all of them, Blitz was the best. Problem was, this Sawsbuck was even better than he was, making a zig-zag pattern through the forest while he struggled to keep up. He silently cursed himself for not jumping in for the kill sooner, he was so close, and yet so far. But then, the Sawsbuck started going straight forward, the trees on either side too dense to turn into. Perfect! Blitz quickly ramped up in speed, right on the Sawsbuck’s tail, and made the final pounce…

And yet, it changed directions just as he started the jump, making hard right turn through a small gap between two trees! He could hardly believe it! He shifted his weight to land on all fours and turn to follow him. His paws hit the dirt… or at least that’s what he expected to feel. Instead, he heard a gooey squelch under his paws, all four of them planting right into a thick, gooey mud. He immediately began to kick his legs, trying to swim back to solid ground before it got away, but it was too late.

The Sawsbuck was gone.

Blitz groaned in deep disappointment. He was so dang close, and he had let his excitement and nervousness best him. If he had reacted the teeniest faster, he would have won…  He decided to relax in the mud for the time being, to just catch his breath for a few moments. It WAS surprisingly comfortable with how soft and cool it was. Yes, he would rest here for a minute or two...

He lazily wriggled his front paws in the muck, letting them sink down a few feet before tugging them back out of the sucking mud, only to smush then back in. He idly mused how deep this stuff was, it had reached just slightly above his belly, and he still hadn't felt the bottom… and then that idle musing started to become a serious concern. Figuring it was about time to come out anyways, he pulled his legs up and started to try and slog over to the edge, digging his paws into the mire to pull himself out.

After a moment or two, panic started to settle in- amidst the crawling and swimming, he hadn't budged an inch from the spot he fell in. He reached his front paws further out, grasping for the nearest edge of the pit, only met with more of the soft, sucking mud. In desperation, he leaned his head back and let out a loud roar, just hoping someone would be close enough to hear him and help pull him out.

He kept trying his hardest to wrench himself free of the bog, his attempt to doggy paddle closer to the edge only getting him deeper, the lower half of his chest entirely submerged. But… why did it feel so good? He was hopelessly stuck and alone, doomed to sink in this pit, and yet he couldn't pull his thoughts away from the pleasure. It sucked and tugged at his body like a hungry quicksand, resisting his every movement, squeezing and rubbing any part of him that tried to escape its clutches. Even the bubbles that started to rise felt nice as they rubbed against him on the way to the surface.

He started to throw his weight around, rocking himself side to side, starting to blush at how well it teased his nethers. He then started rocking front to back, ostensibly to try and loosen the mud’s grip, but there was little hiding that he was merely pleasuring himself, bucking his hips into the doughy earth as it tugged and squeezed his growing shaft. The pleasure was constant and growing, and pulling back felt just as good as pushing back in.

He moaned and began to pant as he worked himself in to his shoulders, every thrust wriggling himself down another inch or two. Blaze rested his chin on the surface of the muck, blushing heavily and focusing purely on the pleasure as his body sank deeper and deeper, bucking endlessly into the goo, before finally hitting the point of no return. He took a deep breath and shoved his head entirely under, stifling a pleasured moan as he pushed himself all the way to orgasm, arching his back and shoving himself forward into the muck as he began unloading his thick seed into it. He shivered and let out his air as a bubbly moan as his intense orgasm rolled through him, a few seconds of intense, unparalleled pleasure washing over him before coming to a stop.

The airless Arcanine kept holding whatever breath he had left, shivering and twitching in orgasmic bliss, before finally moving to pull his head back up. He wrestled with the mire for a few seconds, tugging hard at his front paws before the earth finally gave, using them to swim and push himself back up just enough to lift his muzzle out and take a deep breath. He rested there for a short time, panting heavily and refreshing his air supply, but it wasn’t long at all before he began his final descent, the mud rising to take his muzzle again.

In one breath, he started to taste mud, and a second one gave him a small mouthful of the stuff. He struggled to take a full breath, sputtering and even swallowing some, managing to take one last muddy breath before the last of his snout disappeared under the surface. He reached out one last time, a single mud-soaked paw poking out above briefly before it finally and completely swallowed him. The surface above churned and wobbled for a last few struggling seconds before going still, a last few bubbles of air being the very last of him that nobody ever saw...