gothetellexbisharp

Watching as its trainer fled in panic, the gothetelle realized its cruel fate. It was not chosen to win this battle. Battling in the mountains were supposed to be a simple affair. Trainers come to battle the wild pokemon and gain easy levels. However few trainers prepare for the battleworn pokemon. Not every wild battle is a win and sometimes its the wild pokemon that can become stronger from the constant challenges. This is what happened today when they crossed pathes with a territorial bisharp. Gothetelle was all that was left of the trainers team, even the strongest fighting type could not stand the raging attacks.
The bisharp itself didn`t seem to pay much notice to gothetelle. Its iron body covered in scratches and dents from years of battle. Had it been battling against trainers since its pawnaird days? The gothetelle did not know but the wild pokemon seemed to have a deep hatred for trainers in the area. It charged right by the frilly form that had been thrown in front of it and attempted to pursue the fleeing human. However it found itself unable to move after reaching a certain distance. Confused and enraged it slashed the air in front of it like it was expected an invisible foe.
"You will not get away from me" Gothetelle used telepathy to send thoughts into the wild pokemons mind. He tried to read the thoughts of the bisharp but it was nothing but a red haze inside its mind. "My ability will keep you here as long as I stand. You will not hurt my trainer" Even it was surprised by its loyalty, even after being abandoned. Now the bisharp was focused purely on the frail pokemon.
The gothetelle shivered. Its attacks were unorthodox to say the least and it was unsure if it would have any effect on the slowly approaching bisharp. It`s eyes couldn`t help but stray to the blades protruding from the battle-scared body. It was now or never, the gothetelle brought its hands together. It formed the shape of a heart using its smooth hands and small thumbs. "Charm"
The next moments were something of a blur, as the gothetelle lifted through the air. It rolled along the ground several times backwards until it slammed into a nearby boulder. The bisharp still hit strong, even after its attack being lowered. The gothetelle stood back up weakly, its vision already blurred slightly. It wiped a trail of blood from its mouth. It would not be able to take too many more hits like that. It cupped its hands into the heart shape again. "C-charm!"
The next hit shattered the boulder behind gothetelle as it crashed through it. This time the pain was dulled a little more but now the pain was unbearable. The bisharp did not let up with its attack, lifting the weakened opponent and grasping it tightly. The razors on its body cut into gothetelle, as it cried out in pain. For being wild, the pokemon knew how to fight well. It followed up with a body slam, further pressing the blades into its opponent. The bisharp picked itself up off the ground, tossing the beaten body of gothetelle away like a piece of trash. It was unsure how far the trainer had gotten but if it was still in its territory he would find it.
However as it tried to leave, it found itself again unable to move. The gothetelle had picked itself up off the ground once again. Its frilly body in tatters, its pale flesh cut deeply, yet still unwilling to back down. The gothetelle had only one last gambit to try. Otherwise the next attack would send it down permanently. It grasped onto what was left of its frilly dress and pulled it to the side. "Flash!" It cried, trying to sound strong as it revealed its small limp penis to the raging beast. It shut its eyes tight, not wanting to witness its final moments.
But these moments never arrived.
The gothetelle peeked out the corner of its eye to see the bisharp had squatted down in front of him. It was looking at his penis with an odd glance. Like a mix of pity and curiosity. Unsure what to do the gothetelle attempted to talk to the wild pokemon again. "Stop this ceaseless rage you hav-" Its thoughts were interrupted by the rough iron hands grasping at his penis. "No stop!" But his cries went unanswered. Too weak to defend itself from the bisharps assault, it had no choice but to endure. His foreskin was pulled and stretched, his soft balls squeezed and prodded. For such a rough battler the bisharp also had finesse in its movements.
Suddenly it sprang back to its feet. The 2 pokemon's eyes met in an uneasy staredown. The bisharp had a somewhat hungry expression as it took another step closer, its hot breath now pelting the gothetelle's face. Without warning it locked lips with gothetelle, who was still far too weak to even think about fighting back. The foreign tongue explored his mouth, roughly pushing his own tongue out of the way as it did. The bisharp pulled his new toy closer to his body, it did not care of the soft cuts it caused with the blades. After what seemed like an eternity for gothetelle it was released from the kiss and pushed to the ground once more.
The gothetelle tried reading the mind of the bisharp once more, this time only feeling heat and urges. Was it some sort of mating season here in the mountains? It didn't have much time to think as the bisharp proceeded to spread the poor pokemons legs. With the last of its energy it kicked the brutish pokemon but to no avail. Soon the gothetelle found itself on its stomach with its ass for all to see. It felt the bisharps body inch closer, and a cold, almost metal prod nudge against its anus. With a swift thrust the bisharp took its opponents virginity. Gothetelle gritted its teeth, trying not to cry out in pain in fear of starting another rage fit. The rough assault continued, with little regard for the gothetelle's injuries.
The worst part was how slowly but surely the pale limp dick that gothetelle tried so hard to ignore was slowly beginning to stiffen. Each thrust gave the a feeling of fullness it had never felt before. Each time it pulled out it longed for more of that full feeling. Maybe it was it helped dull the pain of its wounds, gothetelle did not know. The bisharp began quickening its pace, gripping roughly into the hips of gothetelle. With a final deep penetration it emptied its balls deep within the defeated pokemon.
The bisharp stood up, wiping its forehead. It moved the gothetelle unto its back with its face, looking at its small penis standing upright with pleasure. The pokemon itself had finally lost consciousness but its penis still stood at the ready. The bisharp lifted up its foot and grinded down until the tiny member until a small spurt of cum splattered from it. Satisfied, the bisharp picked up the unconcious pokemon, and headed back to its den. It would enjoy the coming days until it wore its new toy out.