Painful Recharge
I've had this in my head for a while and couldn't get started on it since I was preoccupied with other stories but I finally got to make it. Zeraora is by far one of my favorite pokemon so it only seems fair to subject it to some ball pain. Tessa gets another appearance here as well, back to busting legendary and mythical pokemon.
Warnings: CBT, Ballbusting
Hope you enjoy! :D
Tessa stood above her most recent bounty, disappointed that a few bone clubs to the kittenmakers were all it had taken to have the zeraora mewling at her feet.
She nudged the beaten pokemon with her foot, making sure that he wouldn't be going anywhere while she called her Team Rocket contact, only to be equally as upset to find out she'd run out of battery.
Her frustration turned to excitement, however, as she remembered one of the tools she'd brought for this very scenario, happily prancing towards her carefully hidden bag to reveal a custom-made charger.
Sure, it had cost her a pretty penny but the fact she was finally getting the chance to use it made every cent worth it. She grabbed the two alligator clips that came attached to the device and pried open the clamps to test their strength, finding their kitty neutering capabilities very satisfying.
"Marowak, why don't you get those pesky little paws of his out of the way for me?" Tessa giddily instructed her awaiting pokemon, watching the same look of glee she had appear on the ground-type when she noticed what Tessa was going to do.
"Maro!" the pokemon happily complied, pulling away the zeraora's guard and leaving his vulnerable pouch to Tessa's nonexistent mercy.
Her smile grew twice as wide as she made sure each of the feline's fat balls got it's own clamp, watching the pre her marowak had beaten from him dribble down his plump sheath before subjecting the male to a whole new world of hurt.
Electricity coursed through the wires, rapidly bringing Tessa's phone to fifty percent while nutmeat bubbled between the metal clamps in an effort to keep as much of his virility intact.
He could almost feel his sperm count decreasing, brought to an all time low by the device siphoning diminishing amounts of energy from his body. Tessa saw the progress of her phone's charging begin to slow drastically and remember how it was that zeraoras built up electricity.
"Marowak, I need you to build up some friction, if you know what I mean," Tessa asked, winking at the flushed pokemon.
Reluctantly, the marowak approached the spasming male, her paw squeezing his plump sheath and gently coaxing his prickly shaft into her sight. It was almost intimidating, that long, girthy cock quickly filling his sheath and spilling out.
Her cunt was already drooling, eager to accept the zeraora's cock. She began to straddle the male, brushing her slit along the barbs lining his member, stopping right at his tip and letting it slowly sink into her clenching depths.
It didn't take long for her to wrap him with her snatch or for her to start eagerly plunging his length in and out of her grasping flesh. Her moans intermingled with his labored breathing, filling the air in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
He was certain that the female riding his shaft felt amazing yet his full attention was on getting all of the electricity in his body to the clamps ruining him, forcing him to focus on the sensation of his balls falling apart instead of the tight marowak cumming on his member.
The zeraora grimaced, feeling his jewels twitch from within those cruel clamps, the swollen orbs eager to spread what could be the last of his seed, but he resisted the urge to give in, hoping he could make it out of this intact.
He tried to ignore the heavenly feeling of soft, female flesh clenching around him, desperate to keep himself male but his body refused to listen to reason.
His cock throbbed inside the marowak, making him panic since he knew there was no way his malehood would survive the aftermath of stuffing his mate, and threw the zeraora into a frenzied fit of pained howling, his kittenmakers crumbling between cruel metal teeth.
Tessa walked up to the doomed male, allowing his balls to reinflate into something akin to their original shape as her phone reached that final percent, saving the zeraora.
Free from their death sentence, his jewels flooded his member with seed, using that impressive length to fill the marowak's womb and paint every corner of her cunt white.
The zeraora grabbed on to the marowak's hips, hilting himself in her depths while he allowed himself to relax, feeling the horrible ache from his right jewel die down. His left ball, however, only pulsed in increasing agony. Something was very wrong with it and he didn't know what.
It felt like it was falling apart, tearing itself to shreds with every pulse of his shaft while it provided his seed.
The marowak spotted the dying orb in his pouch and knew there was only one thing left for her to do. Her bone flew straight between his legs, aimed at the vulnerable kittenmaker with deadly precision, obliterating it the moment it made contact.
Just as half his malehood was liquified, the zeraora shot a spectacularly thick lance of seed into the marowak, his jewel's last gift. He howled in agony, doing everything in his power to somehow reduce the pain.
The remnants of his ball floated around in his sac, sloshing around in the viscera of the former orb, chunks of testicle still overwhelming his brain with unbridled pain.
A sharp, high-pitched squeal pierced through the trees, alerting every nearby pokemon to the zeraora's loss. He choked on the torturous pain racking his system and cut his cry short, dry heaving in a series of half-baked attempts to breathe.
"Aww, pretty boy lose his ball?" Tessa mocked the silently screaming male, foot pulping whatever solid chunks were left in the ball soup sloshing around in his sac.
Unconsciousness mercifully took hold of what sane parts of the zeraora's mind remained, pulling him away from the unbearable agony. His last moments awake were spent wondering if they'd leave his last ball intact or if he'd be waking up neutered.