The long jog to this deserted stretch of beach had been worth it!

Janey bobbed up and down, indulging in a rare treat- some personal time with her Floatzel, Typhoon. She perched upon him, taking every plunge of his girthy schlong with expert ease.

Typhoon was kinda bored. More hungry than horny but he didn't mind whetting himself upon the eager trainer. She was an expert at pushing his buttons, and soon enough he was invested fully in the taboo coupling.
She worked him hard, and this seemed to be a part of training as anything else. He was ready to pay it back in return. He held fast to her legs, holding her ankles and spreading her wide, bucking roughly into her, knowing he'd be chided later for this act of dominance despite her orgasmic cries of delight as she rode him through it.

Janey panted, trying to regain her senses as the Floatzel continued to rut her. His grip tightened. No! He wasn't done with her yet, even if she was tired of him. She started it, after all! He grunted with every thrust, ignoring her attempts to command his pace, her squirming only serving to milk him to the upper levels of ecstasy, finally he was able to let go and flood her womb with gouts of seed!

The trainer relaxed, ready to slide off of Typhoon's heaving belly, but the Floatzel instead hugged her to his chest, nuzzling her head and squeezing her buttocks lustily. Janey patted her Pokemon, surprised that he wanted to cuddle, but it was something far more intimate that Typhoon was about to demand from her.

He yawned wide, sliding his tongue under her soft, delectable chin, blasting her with breath and saliva. Janey moved to back away from this obnoxious overture, but Typhoon had no intention of letting her go. Seized by a powerful, post coital hunger, he could not pass up such a convenient source of meat, so willingly vulnerable to his raging appetite.
He clamped his jaws around Janey, so well suited to gulping down marine life whole, and apparently just as well equipped to take the foolhardy trainer. Her furless, sweat-slicked body went down easily, teasing his mouth to gush with saliva that flowed freely to ease the trainer's entry.

Janey realized that panic would not get her out of this situation, so she did her best to relax. Her vision was robbed, but perhaps this was just a weird kinky act that Floatzel was trying to tantalize her with. And for a moment, it seemed like she might be right. She felt his fingers seek her cleft, dipping into her throbbing cuntlips, testing his dominion of her as he took his turn engulfing her body. But then his other hand gathered up her ankles, and scootched Janey closer to the black abyss that opened up before her!

Remaining calm was no longer an option, but it was too late. Janey had stupidly trapped herself in this compromising position and now Typhoon would have his way with her. She screamed commands indignantly into the tunnel that she could sense before her in vain, thrashing weakly as Typhoon wrung another orgasm out of her overstimulated body. He ignored everything, grunting with satisfaction as he made Janey his meal, the frenzy of his actions pushing any thought of consequences out of his mind.

The trainer moaned with defeat as her body was handily gulped down by her own ravenous Pokemon. She had heard of this sort of thing happening before, of course. She just never thought it could happen to her. Her own damn fault for pushing him so hard. Yet did he have to be so nonchalant about it? She'd always been a middle of the pack trainer. Go harder, love your Pokemon, they say! And love him she did. Perhaps too much. Pokemon were poorly understood, with their own cultures, and unnatural bodies. Her own rudimentary knowledge on the subject would surely soon be deepened in the short time she had until she became Floatzel fat.

Already she was fully in his stomach, a rocking sensation indicating that he was merrily masturbating in celebration of his triumph over her. She wasn't even enough to satisfy him sexually... yet at least he would not leave her side with an empty belly.

Typhoon was now free to swim off into the ocean, seeking out his own challenges from now on, perhaps even another delicious, foolish trainer to add to his experience levels.

All he left behind was Janey's clothing on the beach, and an empty, shattered Pokeball, leaving any possible passers-by to come up with their own story.

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Please enjoy this bit of self indulgent Trainer X Pokemon vore that I can't seem to stop drawing!
Been keeping it simple, trying to get faster at churning out art, and Pokemon is good for that. Hoping to open up commissions soon but personal art and practice must come first!

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