A foggy afternoon in a temperate fall, a lone Azurill bounces its way through a forest, exploring the outdoors with the crisp autumn air matching the vibes of the crunchy leaves it is traveling through. The bird Pokémon chirp as they flutter through the skies, as the bug Pokémon lay ever so still on the base of the abundant trees, resting.
The Azurill comes across a muddy pond as the everpresent trees in the forest clear to a path that does not seem commonly taken by other Pokémon. Feeling a little dehydrated, it reduces its high bounces to small bobs, and slowly eases itself shallowly into the body of water, working up the mud from the shore. Unfortunately for the Azurill, this pond is home to an incredibly territorial Pokémon, who makes no exceptions for any intruders - including those that are weaker and vulnerable.
The small bobs the Azurill produces by virtue of its movement disturb a slumbering Whiscash at the bottom of the pond. Because it is a smaller body of water, the sensations of the vibrations are amplified and felt more intensely by others. It sleepily opens its eyes and gazes upwards, curious about the commotion. At the bank of the murky pond, it can clearly see, however, an unaccompanied Azurill, oblivious to the disturbance it is causing. The catfish ponders for a moment, somewhat uninterested and not sure of what to do with this intruding Pokémon.
On one hand, it can just let the Azurill go about its day, and resume its restful sleep at the bottom of the pond. However, this Whiscash has been feeling particularly lazy and bored recently, and is a little upset that it has been disturbed, even accidentally. The bulbous Azurill from below looks like a relatively fun activity for the Whiscash, who ultimately decides to turn it into a little plaything for its entertainment. It departs the floor of the pond and slowly comes to surface, gracefully swimming upwards.
From the Azurill's perspective, this pond is very relaxing and therapeutic, as it is an escape from the hustle and bustle of life in the forest; though, it will soon find out why exactly that is the case. The Azurill decides to go a little deeper into the pond, so that it cannot touch the muddled bank any longer, and floats, using its round, cushiony tail as though it is a fishing bobber.
The Whiscash slowly looms closer and closer to the silhouette of the Azurill that appears as two equally sized circles from below. Without any warning whatsoever, it opens its wide cavernous mouth, and clamps down on the poor Azurill's tail. In a struggle with splashing water, it pulls the Polka Dot Pokémon down under the water, shaking its mouth with the tail still in it to disorient the ambushed Pokémon.
With blurred vision as it is getting jerked around beneath the opaque water, the Azurill can only make out the shape of a large catfish Pokémon and deduces it must be a Whiscash. Highly territorial in nature, it powerlessly tries to resist being ragdolled around by the Whiscash, and tries to use its buoyancy to float up to refuge and safety. The Whiscash has no plans of letting its toy get away that easily however. It forcefully sucks in water to pull in the Azurill's head and body while using its muscular, pink tongue to hold its tail up against the roof of its mouth, ensuring no escape from its roomy maw.
The tiny Azurill can only feel cramped and helpless as the entirety of it is shoved into the spacious mouth of the Whiscash, which purrs in amusement. Before the water mouse has a chance to react, it feels a slimy, warm tongue massage over its rubbery tail, manipulating its powerful muscular appendage with ease and skill. The Whicsash works its way up from the tail and uses its dexterity to wrap around the whole body of the Azurill, whose face quickly gets buried in the soft girthy flesh of the oppressive tongue. Azurill struggles for air, feeling the Whiscash lick and slobber ever so commandingly over its face, treating it as a living lollipop.
The Azruill's tail twitches and writhes in disgust as it feels the Whiscash's tongue lap up and down the poor Pokémon's face, copiously drenching its whole body in hot, gloppy saliva with no reprieve. The sticky slobber quickly dries into its fur in the humidity of its deep mouth before being replaced with a thick, fresh coat of drool with each passing slurp from the relentlessly sloppy tongue.
The Azurill quivers in a state of absolute nausea, feeling so sick and revolted with how it has been reduced to a mouth toy for a Whiscash - it still thrashes about fruitlessly, exhausting what little stamina remains. The catfish's Pokémon continues to manipulate the helpless Azurill in its maw, sucking on its whole body and enjoying the smooth texture of it as it passes its wide, soft tongue continuously over its face. It appears the Whisash has gotten very fond of using this intruder as a cheap way to pass the time, licking it cruelly with its wide oppressive tongue and slathering it generously with viscous, sticky saliva.
Suddenly, the Whiscash feels no more resistance from the Azurill, which has passed out by pure fatigue from trying to escape, as well as being essentially air-deprived from being smothered by the catfish's giant, slobbery tongue. It decides it has had its fair share of enjoyment from its time with the Polka Dot Pokémon and opens its giant mouth, letting the poor Azurill float out. It rises to the surface exhausted and unconscious, while the satiated Whiscash slowly trudges back to the pond floor, with a sly smile on its wide mouth.