Mewtwo apologetically patted Eric's head with a sympathetic smile before stuffing the little Zorua right into his mouth, swallowing him down into his gullet. His throat massaged Eric, moving him down a log and fleshy tube that was slightly wet into a big, open fleshy sack, walls pulsating around him. It was, thankfully, just as painless as Mewtwo had promised. The walls were soft and comfy, and Mewtwo's heartbeat was comforting in its rhythmic pulsations as the soft stomach floor he was on gently throbbed. It was warm and cozy in Mewtwo'a belly, and Eric felt a pleasurable tingling feeling cover his form as Mewtwo sapped his tantric energy, large psychic balls of power forming in his paws.<br/><br/>"I promise; I will not let your energy be wasted." Mewtwo offered. He shot the balls forward, a harsh gravity effect sucking up the Arbok in their path as they were sent SOARING off into the distance.