A Lucario In A Mewtwo's Mouth

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The Lucario gulped and whimpered.  How on earth had the naked Pokémon gotten themselves in such a terrible situation?
He was currently inside the maw of his Mewtwo friend.  Even worse, Mewtwo was currently sleeping, leaning against a wall with his head tilted up, and his mouth was closed shut.  If the Lucario wanted to get out of here, he would have to wake up his friend—and fast, before he was swallowed down!
Mewtwo let out little snores as he slept, and every time he did so, the Lucario felt the tongue vibrate and move, which pushed him back towards the throat.  Quickly scrambling back up, the Lucario lifted his head and called out, “Mewtwo!  It’s me; I’m in your mouth!  Please . . . wake up!
There was no answer, just another snore that knocked him backwards.  The Lucario called again, “MEWTWO!  I’M IN YOUR MOUTH!  YOUR SNORING IS KNOCKING ME BACK!  PLEASE WAKE UP!”
But even though that was as significantly louder cry, the Mewtwo still didn’t awaken.  Groaning, the Lucario looked up and down, trying to think of a way out of here.  His eyes landed on Mewtwo’s tongue, and then, an idea came into his mind.  A crazy idea, yes, but one that just might work. . .
He bent down and started kissing Mewtwo’s tongue.  Feeling the tongue with his paws, he ran his hands across the bumpy yet smooth surface, letting himself touch it, then plant his lips upon it.  He put down one smooch, then another, then another, pleasuring the tongue with all his might, in the hopes that this action would get his Mewtwo friend’s attention.  He hoped and prayed that this would work, because he really didn’t want to get eaten!  The last thing he wanted was to be food. . . So he desperately wanted this to help wake Mewtwo up.
The Lucario kept kissing the tongue for a while longer, and then, he switched tactics.  He brought his mouth down against the organ, and then stuck out his own tongue.  After a moment of hesitation, he cautiously licked the large tongue, running his face across it as he moved.  That actually didn’t feel too bad, so he licked the organ again, then some more, and then even more, bringing himself across its length.
As the Lucario did so, he desperately hung onto the tongue with his hands.  Clinging to the organ, he loved the way it felt against his fingers, and let himself touch the bumpy surface.  It he wasn’t in so much danger, he might actually enjoy himself. . . But he had to focus on the task at hand.
The Lucario resumed his activities, then changed things up a bit: he swapped between kissing the tongue and licking it, running his mouth across it in both of those ways.  As he did so, he squeezed the tongue underneath his fingers, hoping the combination of these activities would wake  Mewtwo up, and get his Mewtwo friend to spit him out.  He planted kiss after kiss, did lick after lick, all with nervous desperation and a feeling of tension in the air.
The mouth rumbled, and the Lucario held his breath.  Had that worked?
Apparently not.  Because a moment later, another loud snore echoed through the mouth, and the Lucario found himself sliding backwards once again.  “Oh no, oh no!” the Lucario exclaimed.  Now he was getting very desperate . . . but what else could he do at this point?
He was running out of options.  And so, he started humping Mewtwo’s tongue.
He brought his hips down against the tongue, and rubbed his cock against its surface, gyrating back and forth as he moved.  He went slowly at first, trying to ease himself into it, but he quickly increased his speed, going faster and moving more as he went.  His penis went up against the tongue, and he actually quite liked the feel of it against his sensitive parts . . . but that wasn’t important right now, dang it!  He had to concentrate on getting out of here!
The Lucario kept moving his body for a bit longer, and then he switched things up.  He came down and brought his chest against the tongue, feeling the wet surface glide against his nipples as he came nice and close.  The texture was amazing, but he focused on trying to wake Mewtwo up, and made his movements rough and intense as a result, not smooth and slow.
The Lucario then brought his head against the tongue, feeling it run across his face with a contented sigh.  This actually didn’t feel half bad, and he liked the way the organ wet his face and came against his cheeks, but he focused on the predicament at hand.  He let the tongue taste his head for a moment longer, and the returned to work.
The Lucario went back to humping the tongue—that had been the roughest movement of the bunch out of the three he had just tried, so he guessed it would be the most effective at getting his friend to notice him.  He brought his hips back and forth against the organ, his dick moving with him.  As he humped, he noticed, he was getting a bit aroused as well. . . His penis hardened, and pre cum dripped from its length, landing on the tongue and mixing in with the drool below.  The Lucario blushed, then concentrated on his task and his goal.  But even if he /was/ fighting for his life, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun along the way. . .
The Lucario kept himself moving.  He humped the tongue with all his might, his midsection and hips moving with him as he desperately tried to escape.  At the same time, he felt his penis become harder and harder as the motions made him more and more turned on.  By this point he was blushing like mad, and his emotions fought between arousal and desperation as he grinded against the tongue.  Fuck, he was almost there, too. . .!
The Lucario kept going.  He moved himself back and forth, and bent down as he did so, running his hands against the tongue, letting his fingers feel its surface, loving the way it felt underneath his palms.  He whimpered in delight as, for a brief moment, the fear of his predicament faded away, and he lost himself in the moment.  Just a little more, and then. . .!
The Lucario orgasmed with a soft shout, cum shooting from his cock and landing in  Mewtwo’s throat.  He squeezed the tongue with his hands as he came, and for a moment, he was riding quite a high.  When he came back down, the Lucario gulped, and the anxiously waited.  Had all of that activity caught Mewtwo’s attention?  Would he be getting out of here?
A moment later, he got his answer: the Mewtwo simply snored again, as if nothing had happened, and the Lucario slid further back.  He felt his body fall into the throat, and soon he was stuck inside, with half of his body in the esophagus, and half of his body hanging out.
“No no no!” the Lucario exclaimed.  He reached out with his paws, trying to hold onto the back of the tongue.  But then, a decisive /gulp/ sucked him down the throat, and he felt himself traveling toward the loud, gurgling belly below. . .
Outside, Mewtwo let out a soft smile, and a /uuuuuuurp/ as his friend traveled down his throat.
Soon, the Lucario would reach his gut.