An Abra in Skyrim
 
Volsar made his way down the snowy streets, tugging the brown cloak he had found around his shoulders and making sure his yellow muzzle was hidden behind his hood. The people in this world seemed to have a strange and often violent reaction every time they saw him, so he decided it would be best to remain out of sight until he reached his destination.
 
His journey through the world, which he had discovered to be known as ‘Tamriel’, or more specifically ‘Skyrim’, had been quite a perplexing one. One night he was falling asleep in Kanto, then the next he had woken up in the harsh, ice-battered world where there was no pokemon and no central heating.
 
The first town he had stayed in had accused him of being a demon, and Volsar didn’t have the time or energy to convince them otherwise. Deciding to spare them, the Abra left and travelled across the icy tundras in search of a way to get back home to his friends and pets. During his travels he had survived mostly on a diet of bandits, his favourite being the furry and scaly ones that almost tasted like the prey he was used to back home. The cloak on his back once belonged to an Argonian bandit named ‘Cuts-many-purses’, though Volsar had suggested a name change to ‘fills-many-chamber-pots’ shortly before he digested him.
 
The few tolerant and tolerable people Volsar had met had encouraged him to go to a town in the north called Winterhold, where he would apparently find and presumably join the Mage’s College. He stopped as he reached the edge of the town and looked out at the stone bridge, suspended over the sheer plummet into the sea below. All that stood between him and the distant stone tower of the mage’s college was a gate, and a very frustrated looking Breton.
 
“Greetings!” Volsar called as he approached, having learned the language of the land. He stepped towards the gate, grinning all the while up at the woman, “Is this the college? I’ve travelled a really long way and want to get inside. I’m freezing my balls off out here.”
 
“Perhaps if you wore something other than a tattered old cloak, you wouldn’t.” The woman responded with a voice as cold and uncaring as the snow that fell on her back, “My name is Mirabelle, and you have arrived at the Mage’s College of Winterhold. If you wish to enter, you will need to prove you have the magical aptitude to do so.”
 
“Really? I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t. Skyrim is -not- a friendly place for pokemon like me.” The Abra replied, removing his hood. Mirabelle stared in horror and took a tentative step back, but Volsar just smirked and looked up at her. “So, can I come in?”
 
“You’re a Daedra!” She gasped.
 
“No, I’m an Abra… common mistake. Name’s Volsar, by the way.” The Abra replied, crossing his arms over his chest, “But look, it’s getting really cold out here, us Abras aren’t really made for frigid weather. Are you going to let me in or what?”
 
“I’m not about to allow a Daedra into the college. The archmage would never forgive me.” She snapped, her hand moving to the staff on her back. It hesitated, then moved back to his side. “...Hmph, then again, I suppose his new cohorts are pretty much Daedra anyway. I suppose one more couldn’t hurt.”
 
“New cohorts?” Volsar asked as the woman before him raised her hand. The gate began to hum loudly, the runes covering it shining brightly before the steel gate swung open. Mirabella stepped through, quietly leading the pokemon along the stone bridge towards the tower.
 
“Indeed,” She replied, flicking her wrist and lighting the first well they came across, which erupted in a blue flame. After contemplating it for a moment she moved past it, leaving the Abra trailing behind her. “I take it you’re not from this world?”
 
“I’m not, but how did you know that?” Volsar asked, tugging his cloak about his shoulders as the warmth of the flame faded from reach, leaving him facing the cold Skyrim wind once again.
 
“You don’t match the appearance of anything we’ve seen here.” Mirabelle replied, lighting the second well as they stepped past it, now about halfway across the bridge. She stared out over the mist that covered the distant cliffs and shook her head, “But you’re also not the only one. Something strange is happening in Skyrim, creatures that don’t belong here are suddenly appearing… a trio of them managed to get the Archmage to resign, and instate a fool in his place.”
 
“Maybe I could help you out, I know a thing or two about dealing with fools.” The Abra smirked, his hand subconsciously moving to his gut as he gave it a subtle pat. A belch slipped from his lips, bringing a golden earring with it. “Mmh, khajiits.” he muttered, wiping his muzzle on his arm as he continued, spitting the earring off the bridge as he walked.
 
“You’re quite a small creature, much smaller than the others who have come to the college seeking a way back to their plane… or just a way to control ours.” Mirabelle noted as they finally reached the main gates. She raised her staff to it, and the gates flung open to reveal the courtyard; a circular area paved with stone. The Abra took a moment to take in the sights as he moved into the center of the courtyard, staring around at the various doors before turning his attention to the one ahead of him.
 
“You will receive your first lessons in magic soon. Until then, familiarise yourself with the college.” Mirabelle told him as she picked up a large sack wrapped with a red rope and handed it to him, “Here are your robes and staff, do not lose them.”
 
“I won’t.” the Abra replied, holding the sack over his shoulder as he looked around briefly. “Hey, is there anywhere to just start studying around here? I’d like to get a headstart on learning about the magic of this world.”
 
“You can find that downstairs in the main tower.” the Breton replied before bowing her head, “Best of luck to you, Volsar. I hope your studies here go well and you are able to return back to your plane soon.”
 
“That makes two of us. How do you guys still not have electricity?” Volsar replied. Just as he prepared to move towards the main tower he stopped as he noticed a light-grey khajiit dressed in fine robes moving towards them, the moustache on his muzzle rising as his lips curled into a smile. “Uh, Greetings.” the Abra blinked.
 
“Greetings, This one supposes you are a new student, yes?” the Khajiit smirked, his hand curling on the neck of his opulent staff. After a moment of silence he turned his attention to Mirabelle and smirked, “Oh Mirabelle? Are you forgetting something?”
 
“Ugh,” the Breton groaned before gesturing in a flourish towards the feline, “Announcing the arrival of Archmage J’zargo, the wise and brilliant. Vanquisher of foes, smiter of the unjust, and teacher of the uneducated.”
 
‘And future meal of Abras’ Volsar thought to himself with a grin before resting his hands behind his back, “Hey, nice to meet you, Jizzargo. Nice tower you’ve got here, I really like the glowing parts.”
 
“This one’s name is J’zargo. Call me that again and I will show you just how powerful my magic can be.” the Khajiit snarled at him, the head of his staff flashing briefly before he settled down, “Ha, it matters little. You are a simple Daedra, yes? Summoned by a child given your tiny size. I suppose you have not even mastered the expert level destruction spells.”
 
“Hey, I only just got here. I’ll have those mastered in a week.” Volsar replied, keeping his confident smirk even as the khajiit threatened him, “And I’m not a Daedra, I’m an Abra. I came from another world, just like your cohorts, if what Mirabelle told me is right.”
 
“Oh, is that what she has been saying?” the cat’s eyes narrowed as he glared over his shoulder, leaving the Breton rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “I see. Mirabelle, I am taking you off the gate, from now on you are in charge of cleaning J’zargo’s quarters.”
 
“This is outrageous! If Savos were here-” the breton fumed.
 
“It’s a shame for you he is not then, yes?” J’zargo chuckled at her anger before moving past the two with a purr, “Well, Archmage J’zargo will be in his quarters. Ensure our otherworldly guests have a good time… or else you will find yourself cleaning the entire tower.”
 
“Yes, Archmage.” Mirabelle sighed, watching as the khajiit went on his way into the main tower, his tail flicking happily behind him. The breton bit her lip, then curled her hands into fists before turning to Volsar, “You’d best keep to your word. The Archmage may punish you if you don’t.”
 
“Oh, I think once I learn how magic works here I’ll get him to see my side of things.” the Abra grinned as he moved to head towards the main tower as well, though he planned to head to the library rather than following the egotistical cat to his room.
 
“Just make sure you learn the Expert level destruction spells first. J’zargo has always been obsessed with the destruction school of magic, and now that he runs the college he’s dedicating most of the student’s time to teaching them about it.” Mirabelle shook her head, “The other mages tried to speak up, but he called their schools of magic a waste of time.”
 
“Oh? Heh, I guess I’ll have to show him the importance of all of them then.” the Abra grinned to himself, thinking of the ways he could use magic to humiliate the feline in front of his own guild. But before he did anything he would need to find his way to the library, and so he left the Breton behind to start his search for knowledge.
 
As he opened the door he found himself staring into a large room with what appeared to be a class going on at the back of it. A teacher stood in the center of the room, lecturing the others on the importance of destruction spells while the others watched onwards. He also noticed a group of three standing just outside of the lecture hall, whispering to each other as they watched the class.
 
“I’m going after the white-haired Breton boy, he looks like he’d be a lot of fun.” the snow white fox grinned to himself, swaying his four tails behind him as he watched, “My old mindslave got boring, I’ve been needing a replacement.”
 
“You think anyone would notice if I ate the nord chick? That orc in the library was a lot less filling than I thought he’d be.” the black cat beside him added, picking his teeth with his claw as his forked tail lashed against the ground.
 
“Hey, if you two idiots keep eating all the students, we’re not going to have any left to train.” the third, a portly raccoon with a robe that barely covered his large package, interjected, “We’ve got to stick to one a week, maybe even less than that, until we get more students coming in.”
 
“Hey, what’re you guys talking about?” Volsar asked, making his presence known to the three as he walked over, “I haven’t seen guys like you in Skyrim before. I guess you’re the otherworldly cohorts of the Archmage, huh?”
 
“That’s right… I’m Daichi. And this is Goro and Ken.” The fox replied, gesturing to the raccoon and the cat respectively. He then stared down at him, his blue eyes narrowing on the pokemon, “And you shouldn’t be here, leave immediately.”
 
“I’m trying, but in my defense, you shouldn’t be here either.” Volsar replied as he crossed his arms over his chest, “You know, I’m pretty sure that you had something to do with the old Archmage’s disappearance.”
 
“Yeah we are. Daichi hypnotised him and sent him wandering off to become a farmer or some shit.” the cat, apparently named Ken, laughed, “We made him change into rags and everything, it was hilarious!”
 
“He probably didn’t make it very far. I wouldn’t be surprised if he got eaten by a dragon a couple of steps out of town.” Goro chuckled deeply, his belly jiggling with each laugh. He wiped a tear from his eye and shook his head, “Ha… but seriously, you need to leave, this tower is under our control. We’ve earned it. We even got that moron into power so we could exploit him.”
 
“Unless you’d rather stay and be a student, and have all the benefits that come with it.” the kitsune murred, his eyes turning purple as he stared at the Abra, “Brushing our fur, sweeping the floors, living every day to worship us, and finally becoming our prey…” his voice lowered into a whisper as he leaned towards Volsar, staring deep into his eyes, “Doesn’t that sound like a good deal, little one?”
 
“Yeeeah, hypnosis doesn’t work on an Abra. We never open our eyes.” Volsar noted, tapping the side of his head briefly, “So, how about you and your cat friend feed yourselves to the fat guy, then I eat all three of you and shit you out the window?” he leaned in, mimicking Daichi’s attempts to hypnotise him, “I’ll even cough up a furball, just for you, foxy~”
 
“Fine, be that way.” the kitsune replied, turning his nose up at the Abra before turning his back on him, using one hand to pat down his tails. “We’ll find some way to get you expelled, threatening the Archmages advisors will probably be enough.”
 
“And I look forward to expelling you three.” Volsar smile, giving his rear a wiggle as he moved away from them and down towards the library, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some reading to do. From what I’ve heard, there’s no one in the library, right?”
 
“Not unless you check under the desk.” Ken smirked, one hand resting on his hip as his gut jiggled with the little fat that remained of the librarian. The Abra couldn’t help but chuckle at the nekomata’s joke, knowing he’d likely be telling a similar one when he got rid of him.
 
As the Abra walked away the kitsune gestured for the group to huddle, and the other two complied immediately. He turned his attention to the raccoon, “What do you think, Goro? Can we eat one more student?”
 
“Yeah, I think we can.” the tanuki replied, patting his gut behind his robes, “Just let me handle it, alright? I could probably get that guy down in one gulp. Then we’ll be back on track to ruling this college.”
 
“And before long, the realm too.” the kitsune agreed with a little chuckle before turning to spy on the class again, his eyes locking onto his target as the trio continued to discuss how they would devour or seduce the students they were watching.
 
* * *
 
The days turned into a week, and before anyone knew it a fortnight had passed without anyone seeing the Abra. While J’zargo thought he had failed his challenge and his trio of advisors believed the Abra had run away, none could be sure as the library was sealed with a spell that no one in the college could break.
 
During the time Volsar spent in the library more students had fallen victim to J’zargo’s council, either becoming meals or slaves for their hungry guts as they continued to assure J’zargo his students were running away, having not been determined enough to learn magic to the level he had. The khajiit accepted the ego-stroking without giving it a second thought, and so the trio continued to enjoy a life of luxury.
 
The Archmage had made a daily ritual of going down to the library and knocking on the door twice with his staff. ‘Volsar, are you done with your studies?’ he would call through the door, and no reply would come, then he would laugh and return to his routine.
 
Knock, knock, the head of J’zargo’s staff hammered on the door. “Is this one finally done with his studies? Other mages need to use the library as well, you know.” J’zargo smirked, “Perhaps J’zargo will have the mages practice their destruction level spells on this door so we can get it open.”
 
“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I’ve just finished the last book.” Volsar’s voice came back, leaving the khajiit turning pale beneath his fur as he hadn’t expected a response. The door opened to reveal the Abra, now dressed in the college robes he had been given on his first day at the academy, “Go ahead, it’s all yours. Might want to air it out for a while though.”
 
“Ha, J’zargo does not need to go in there, he has mastered the Destruction spells. Anything else would be a waste of time.” the archmage smirked, regaining his confidence as he rested one hand on his hip, “And speaking of time, you ran out of it a week ago. You have failed my test.”
 
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure… I mastered the expert level destruction spells in a week, as well as the master level ones actually.” Volsar replied, a grin crossing his muzzle, “I then used the second week to study everything else, I’m eager to show you what I’ve learned if you’ll join me in the Hall of the Elements.”
 
“Ha, J’Zargo will gladly go there with you… his council is there right now. We were discussing how we would punish you when you emerged.” the khajiit smirked, twirling his moustache with one of his claws before turning and walking back up the stairs. The Abra followed him, grinning quietly to himself as his tail wagged behind his brown cloak. “Everyone, look who has decided to join us!”
 
“Volsar? ...impressive. I thought you would have starved a long time ago.” Daichi grinned to himself, his four tails swishing behind him, “But I’m glad you didn’t… this is going to be a lot more fun.”
 
“I guess we’ll be taking him off your hands, J’Zargo… don’t worry, we’ll make sure to put him in his place” Goro smirked, cracking his knuckles as Ken snickered behind his hands behind him.
 
“Before you do, perhaps I’d better show you everything I’ve learned during my time in the library.” Volsar offered. His hands spread out and wisps of light began to fire out of them, whizzing around the room chaotically as the four mages dodged and ducked in an attempt to avoid being hit by them. Of course Volsar knew they wouldn’t hurt them, but he did enjoy the confusion it caused the group.
 
“Everyone stop running around, this is just an illusion!” the kitsune yelled out, slamming his staff onto the ground before holding it up as he struggled to disperse the lights, “I’d know one anywhere, he’s just trying to scare us.”
 
“I should have known that one wouldn’t slip by you… heh, oh well, onto the next.” Volsar smirked, snapping his fingers. All at once a purple haze emerged around each of the four mages and moved into them, leaving them feeling as though they were being crushed by giant hands. Once the crushing feeling faded the four dropped the ground, each struggling to get back up.
 
“Wh-what was that?” Ken grunted, feeling over his chest. “It feels like there’s something inside of me… was that some kind of poison spell?”
 
“It was soul trap.” J’zargo replied knowingly as he used his staff to prop himself up before getting back to his feet, “Hff, no matter, it is a useless spell without something to contain souls, or something to kill your target.”
 
“Oh, I’ve got both of those covered.” Volsar replied with a grin as he took out a strange looking crystal. While soul gems were common in Skyrim, J’zargo had never seen a such a bizarre one before… it was bright green and had four prongs, presumably one for each of them. “I call it ‘The Fools Council’, I think you’ll all fit into it nicely.”
 
“Ha, you really think you can defeat all four of us?” the nekomata scoffed at the idea, his forked tail lashing behind him, “Come on, all you’ve got is lights and soul traps. You can’t even hurt us.”
 
“I dunno about that… I -did- study the expert level destruction spells after all.” the Abra smirked before thrusting out a hand behind him. A ball of flames shot out from his hand and blasted the two decorative columns behind him, which collapsed over the door in a heap of rubble. A second flick of his wrist caused the pile of rocks to slowly form into a large stone slab, sealing them all inside. “Destruction, and Alteration. How am I doing, Archmage?”
 
“Ha, and you think we are fools. You just sealed yourself in with us. Now you cannot even retreat!” J’zargo laughed as the tanuki began to move to approach Volsar, his hand reaching to his side and taking a mace out of it, “Once we knock you unconscious we’ll blast through and J’zargo will personally banish you before the entire college!”
 
“Yeah.. but I’ve got spells you’ve never even seen before.” The Abra grinned before gesturing over to the tanuki, who found himself hurtling up through the air as the psychic blast threw him upwards.
 
As he flew through the air he found himself rapidly beginning to shrink, until he stopped at about six inches right before he hit the Abra’s tongue. Volsar closed his mouth around the raccoon, murring at his flavouring and using his tongue to pin him to the roof of his mouth. Finally he took a heavy gulp, dragging the squirming bulge of his prey down past his chest and into his gut. “Mmmh, that’s one down.
 
“H-holy shit, he just ate Goro!” the nekomata gasped, glancing over at the kitsune briefly before glaring at Volsar once again, “Give him back, you weirdo!”
 
“Come and get him, kitty~!” Volsar teased him, bending over and spanking his chubby rear before smirking to himself, “Actually, how about I come over there and get you instead?”
 
The nekomata took a few nervous steps back before finding his feet getting taken off the ground. He grasped desperately at the air, giving a terrified to the other two as he was dragged through the air towards the psychic-type, “Nonono! Please! I’ll do anything! I swear!”
 
“Oh, good! You can start off by being ass fat.” The Abra grinned. He didn’t feel the need to shrink the cat down, he was small enough that he’d still have room for the other two after he ate him. Despite his objections the feline’s head fitted into Volsar’s muzzle like a sword into a sheath, it seemed like his purpose in life was to feed the hungry pokemon.
 
He took his first gulp, dragging the terrified tomcat’s head into his throat as he used his psychic energy to hold him up, giving his two friends a view of his trip into his belly. Volsar could feel their spells hitting him, leaving burning holes and scorch marks in his robes, though a simple restoration spell was enough to undo all the damage they did, and leave Volsar feeling even hungrier for having cast it.
 
As the black cat’s hips entered his muzzle he could feel something pulling back against him, and as he looked up he could see the kitsune trying to pull his friend back out while the khajiit stared on in frozen fright. Volsar grinned around his captive meal and took another gulp, dragging the fox’s hands in alongside his friend’s rear as he swallowed again to lock his arms in place.
 
He wasn’t used to taking on two prey at once, but this was too delightful an opportunity to pass up. All that remained of Ken was his boots and the forked tip of his tail, and the kitsune was forced to watch as Volsar slowly slurped them both, the tail flicking Daichi’s nose as it passed. With a final gulp he sent the struggling cat to his stomach, where he continued to kick and punch, searching for the way he had come in.
 
‘Time to be a hairball, foxy~’ Volsar grinned, speaking with his prey telepathically as he took a gulp to pull the white-furred kitsune’s head into his maw and his arms into his throat. The fox pulled back and kicked his legs, though he found them leaving the ground just as his friend’s had. He slipped deeper into the Abra, though unlike the other two he found his robes gradually coming undone before finally they were ripped from him, exposing his white furred rear to the room.
 
The fox gritted his teeth, squirming in an attempt to go back the way he had come even as gulp after gulp dragged him deeper towards his demise. As his hips entered the abra’s maw his tails raised up, revealing his rump as they swayed hypnotically before the abra’s ever-closed eyes, trying to hypnotise him into spitting him back out. Volsar simply chuckled in amusement and reached into the pouch on his belt before idly adding different spices to each of the four tails, using the fire magic he had learned from the destruction school to cook them into the kitsune’s fur, though he was careful not to burn him… he wanted to keep them intact, after all.
 
With his meal humiliated and prepared he gave the fox a smack on the ass and swallowed him to send him on his way, dragging his rear into his throat and the tails into his maw along with the fox mage’s legs. Volsar murred in approval, taking an extra long time to slurp and drool over each of the delicious tails, much to Daichi’s embarrassment.
 
He wiggled his hips, trying to drag himself deeper in the throat to avoid having to put up with the torture of having his tails tasted, and finally Volsar released him to his fate, tilting his head back and swallowing one last time to bring him into his stomach, belching out some spice-scented air as he finished his meal.
 
“J-J’zargo cannot believe his eyes, b-but he is sorry. He begs for forgiveness, oh mighty Volsar.” the khajiit pleaded, dropping to his knees as he stared at the pokemon’s bulging stomach, watching as the faces and hands of the two trapped inside it pushed out from it, only to be rubbed back down by their predator. “I-I will give you my staff, and my robes, you can be the archmage, This one will go far away, no one will ever see him again, he promises!”
 
“Whatever you want, buddy.” Volsar smirked, sitting back and rubbing his gut as it seemed to expand even more. The Abra had allowed the Tanuki to grow back to his former size, leaving the trio with much less room to maneuver inside of him… not that they would need it for long. “Take off your robes and come over here then, start rubbing my belly.”
 
“Y-yes, of course.” the khajiit replied, hurriedly tugging off the robes and mantle. His fur stood on end as the chill of the room swept over his naked form, though he moved over towards the Abra and rubbed his belly vigorously, not paying any mind to the muffled yells of the three inside it. “B-by the twin moons.” he muttered.
 
“Not bad, huh? Eating nothing but conjured minions for two weeks will make anyone hungry.” Volsar smirked, idly petting over the khajiit’s ears before running his hand down his back, “Though I’m glad we agree, I should be archmage.”
 
“Y-you should!” J’zargo replied quickly.
 
“And no one should ever see you again.” Volsar continued. J’zargo’s eyes widened as he started up into the yawning maw of the psychic-type, who used the hand wrapped around him to pin him to his bloated belly. The khajiit barely had time to scream before his voice was muffled by the pokemon’s tongue, which lathered over his face and soaked him with drool.
 
Gllrp, gllrk~ Volsar was making short work of the khajiit, though he always had been one to rush when it came to dessert. He used his hands to pin the archmage’s arms to his sides and swallowed once more, dragging his chest into his maw before taking another to swallow him in up to his stomach, leaving his arms pinned by his powerful throat.
 
It felt a shame to send the archmage away without a parting gift after everything he had done to ruin the college, and as he noticed the extravagant staff he grinned around the khajiit’s grey rear. He turned it around and began to shove it into the cat’s tight tailhole, causing him to let out muffled yells and moans from deep within his throat.
 
Volsar grinned mischievously, closing his mouth around the cat’s rear to hold him in place as he forced more of the staff in. After a good five inches he swallowed hard, using the staff to push the khajiit in deeper. It was then the Abra realised that all the extra fat had left his own robes ripping out, allowing his gut to spill out onto his lap. He hardly cared though, he had a fresh pair not ten feet away, and those were a lot more suited to him now that he was the archmage.
 
“Ahh! Stop pulling, you fools! Push J’zargo out!” the cat’s muffled voice came from his stomach, and suddenly Volsar found the khajiit moving deeper inside of him with no effort on his part. He withdrew the staff as the khajiit’s feet entered his mouth, still kicking as if there were still a chance to escape. He gave each a generous slurp before tilting his head back and taking one last swallow to drag him to the rest of his gut.
 
The Abra groaned and fell onto his back, his hands resting on the stomach that was now much larger than he was. He could feel them fighting for space, squirming and kicking as they tried to escape. The feeling of the tanuki’s fists, the kitsune’s fluffy tails, and of course the indignant shouts of the former archmage.
 
But Volsar didn’t care much for their pleas, they were nothing but prey to him after all, as the students had been prey to them when they were in their prime. He scratched his gut and closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep to the sounds of his gut working over his prey, happy with the knowledge he was now the Archmage of Winterhold.
 
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***********************POST VORE SCAT ENDING***********************
 
Hours passed as he rested on his back, feeling the struggles slowly come to a halt as his stomach got to work, loudly gurgling and churning to overpower the complaints of its guests. Volsar spent the time catching up on the sleep he had been missing during his studies, occasionally opening his eyes long enough to see his stomach had descended another few inches. After a particularly long snooze he awoke to find barely anything remained of the mages at all, merely a small amount of pudge about his gut, and some added thickness to his hips and ass.
 
“Oh, right, the soul trap.” the Abra recalled, awkwardly reaching into his bag and taking out the Fool’s Council once more. He gestured with his hand, using his psychic energy to send it through the air before finally it landed on his tail, propped up against his ass. He chuckled to himself and pressed both hands down on his gut. He grunted, forcing out the trapped souls in a bout of gas, which escaped his ass and washed over the green soul gem, causing it to glow bright green.
 
He plucked it from its position and checked over it with a smirk, checking that each spire coming from the center had been filled with a soul. They were powerful mages, and so the soul looked as though it could easily enchant and charge multiple items before it ran out of energy. With a little smirk he tucked it into his bag and padded over to the windows at the back of the hall.
 
He felt his gut groan, reminding him that there was more to dispose of than just their souls, and the pressure to do so was rapidly building. He chuckled to himself and pushed the window open, letting the icy wind in before slipping out of the remains of his robes and parking his rear on the window ledge, giving it a little wiggle to warm it up before he got down to business.
 
Frrrpt~ Prrt. The Abra grunted as he leaned forward, his tail hiked as he began to push out the first load of former mage. Given the large size of each log he was fairly sure it was the tanuki, Goro, he thought his name was. His cheeks spread with each log he pushed out, leaving him panting and having to hold onto the window to relieve the tension on his tailhole. Somewhere far below he could hear the shit as it landed with a splash off the edge of the cliff, though it hardly concerned him where the mages ended up.
 
The tanuki’s skull dropped from his cheeks in a particularly large log and the next mage made his appearance immediately after, giving Volsar no time to catch his breath. The feline was a lot easier to get rid of, though he had somehow managed to sneak his way into the pokemon’s bladder as well. The Abra lifted himself slightly and tucked his member between his legs, pissing out the window and into the ocean below as he rubbed his cheeks with one hand, keeping them warm in the face of the icy wind blowing against his backside.
 
As the last of the feline squeezed out from between his cheeks, it was followed by a loud fart and a flurry of torn and digested fabric. “Mmmh, shame, I could’ve sold those robes.” Volsar muttered to himself, though as his stream trickled to a halt he went back to sitting on the window ledge, knowing he still had two more to get rid of.
 
He shuddered as he felt a familiar fluffy feeling against his colon. The logs of former kitsune were coated with white fur, tickling his tailhole as he squeezed them out. He bit his lip, idly reaching down to his member and beginning to jack himself off as the kitsune practically fell out of his hole with little to no effort on his part until finally he came to a blockage.
 
He grunted and moved both his hands to the window sill, straining as hard as he could as his face went red from the pressure, until finally the fox’s skull fell free from his ass in a fart so loud it echoed throughout the tower. He groaned and patted his gut, assuring it there was just one more to deal with… a sly grin spread across his lips.
 
“Announcing the arrival of the former Archmage Jizzargo.” Volsar spoke up, putting on his most formal voice as he grunted, starting to squeeze out the khajiit’s remains, matted fur and fragments of bone lodged into the crap as it plummeted into the ocean below. “The.. hff, sorceror of shit, the conjurer of crap, the…” he grunted, letting out a low, rumbling fart as the khajiit’s skull dropped from his ass in a log, followed by several more, “Mmh, the feline of farts…”
 
He hopped off the ledge and turned just in time to see the khajiit’s skull disappear into the water with a splash, floating for a moment before slowly sinking alongside the rest of the remains of both himself and his council. The Abra snickered and wiped his ass on his old robes before tossing them out the window too, pulling on the archmage robes instead as he moved to unseal the room and address his new college.
 
And if anyone had any problems with it? Well, they could always tell the former archmage~
 
The End.