Marowak slowly walked towards the dead Raichu, carefully clutching its Bone Club as its black feet slapping against the wet stony ground. Even though it was clear Raichu was dead, the Electric Mouse twitching and convulsing on the ground as its big meaty feet erratically rubbed against each other. Once Marowak was close enough to Raichu’s body the Bone Keeper Pokémon rolled its dead opponent onto its side, Raichu’s toes splaying and flexing in response as the shocked expression frozen onto the Electric Type’s face was visible for all to see. Letting out a confident huff, Marowak triumphantly placed its feet over Raichu’s mouth feeling the Electric Mouse’s lolling tongue unwilling brushing against their sole.
Meanwhile, Marowak’s Trainer gave her opponent a cocky and confident smile, happily rubbing her bare feet together as she gazed at the Raichu’s limp feet already imagining how much fun she’d be having with the dead Raichu once the battle was done and proud that Marowak had gotten the first kill.
“Heh, perhaps your Raichu wasn’t as prepared for battle as you said it was. Unlike you meant it was prepared to be so easily killed! For the Pokémon of such a powerful Trainer you’d think it would have managed to stand against more than one attack!”
The other Trainer grunted in annoyance, grinding her wet sole against the damp stony floor as Marowak further enjoyed playing with Raichu’s corpse as the twitching began to slow down, the Bone Keeper Pokémon rubbing its foot against Raichu’s mouth and tongue in a rhythmic manner, wiggling its toes in bliss at the feeling of the wet tongue against its sole and proud it was able to honor its trainer by getting the first kill. Meanwhile, all Raichu could do was just stare blankly not even being able to be taste the flavor of Marowak’s foot over its mouth.
“Hmph, that Raichu was by far my weakest Pokémon it was only there so I can have a full team. If anything it’s impressive that it lasted this long. I hope you, your Marowak and your other Pokémon relish in that one kill because it’s the only one you’ll have in this battle.”
Marowak’s Trainer felt frustrated by her opponent’s lack of care for her fallen Pokémon. Even if this was a battle to the death, where Pokémon were expected to die it was still disgusting of her to so blatantly brush off and even insult her Pokémon after their death.
“Hmph, how dare you insult your brave Pokémon like this! Do you not understand that Raichu fought and died for your own glory?”
Her opponent let out a sigh, rubbing one foot against her ankle as she shook her head.
“Seems like you care too much for these creatures. You do realize that they only exist to serve and battle for us or to be used as our playthings, not to be our friends. Oh well, I must admit it’s always very fun to kill trainers like you and your Pokémon. Always getting so upset and emotional at every single little death of even the weakest and most worthless Pokémon it really makes each kill so much more exciting…and it makes playing with their dead bodies and feet even more arousing, all those tight bonds of trust and friendship end up meaning nothing once you’re all little more than cooling corpses to be used and played with by my tribe.”
As the long haired trainer let out a haughty laugh, the short haired one let out a low growl, her toes clenching in anger as she felt a rage boiling inside her.
“Nnngh, after this battle is over I’ll make sure you suffer a death a million times worse and degrading than any of your Pokémon in this battle. It’ll be my pleasure to display your body as a trophy and warning of the fate of Trainers like you, who disparage on spit on the efforts of their Pokémon! Now come, send out your next Pokémon so I can end this battle!”
