The Zebra Moves on!

Owen pants and grumbles as he looks at Patrick, who had a huge grin on his face, and the armored mammal growled weakly "D..Damn you...! You were supposed to my meal! Not the other way around!" The zebra laughed from that remark and walks over to the weaken opponent "Ha! What was that about me squirming in the cauldron of a belly? Bah! You're not good enough for that... I know a better place for you anyway!" Patrick takes off his pants and shows his stealth with his shaft peeking out of it. It grows to a foot and the cock's head opens up like a maw and takes in the Samurott's head. The Zebstrika lets out a low moan feeling the pleasure build as his shaft works in shoulders and chest. From the crowd's point of view it was like a pink snake working in a large meal. Once the swell of a stomach was slurped in Patrick lifts his shaft up to have gravity aid with the slurping of the legs as they easily slide in and down into his sac.

Patrick struggled with his pants to get them over his stuffed sac but it wasn't going so well and sighed "Damn! Oh well. You're just gonna semen and I know a few pokes who'd love to drink you up!" The Zebstrika chuckled a bit as he walks off the arena and the crowd was cheering as the Machamp chuckled a bit "What a way to end the first round! We'll take a break so that the remaining fighters will be ready for the next match!"