Trainer Battery
#5 of Schism
(cw: Tailsnare, anal vore, facesitting, implied fatal, implied absorption, masturbation, prostate stimulation)
Rockk chu has found himself a trainer skunk to add to his collection of batteries
Tris yelped, his ballcap flying off as the pokemon's tail ensnared him and yanked him to the ground. It had been a bad idea to get near this big of a raichu.
The pokemon grinned, "You know where trainers go, right?"
Tris stared in disbelief. The pokemon was talking?
The bolt-tipped tail squeezed on the trainer as the raichu turned to show off his shapely hips and rear end, "Do you get it yet?" He grinned back over his shoulder, "Well, you will soon." The tail yanked, and Tris found his face wedged into the cleft under the base of the powerful whip-tail.
The skunk mmphed, blushing deeply as the tail's tension ground his face in place, before he realized the fuzzy cheeks were spreading around his pointed muzzle.
"Yeah... Get in there." The raichu was clearly done teasing, his tail shoving suddenly. Tris' head vanished, soon followed by his shoulders. The pokemon moaned indulgently, grinning as the caught trainer's head struck his prostate from the inside. He started to flex and push with his tail more, as one of his soft paws started to stroke his growing arousal. "So many trainers go into fueling my lightning rod." He practically purred, a rumble around the trainer, whose hips were sinking out of sight, the lightning-tipped tail re-wrapping around the kicking legs and fluffy striped tail.
Tris moaned muffledly, and realized his head didn't seem to be getting any deeper, even though more and more of him was surrounded in hot warmth. No matter what happened his face was ground into the pulsing prostate of the pokemon. He thrashed a bit, or at least, as best as he could, as his legs were inexorably stuffed where the sun won't ever shine.
The raichu clenched hard, gritting his teeth as he felt the last of his catch's long tail slurp past his greedy ring, and jerked harder with his paw, the other bracing against a tree. Energy started to arc off his cheeks and from the pulsing flesh of his shaft, before he cried out, and started to release hot charged shots of chu-cum across the base of the tree he leaned into. As he came, with each shot his shaft swelled larger, sac hung lower, hips grew broader, and his rear filled out further, remaining toned and powerful all over, just more so. As he came down, he felt at his lower stomach and grinned, unable to feel the trainer physically, but the essence was there, trapped in between his hips like all the others. He licked his lips and turned his eyes to the trainer's bag of pokeballs. "Oh good, dessert."