As the sunset across the sky, Blanka was making his way back to his abode in the jungle after a couple of fights from Street Fighters across the globe. He got carried away from his fights, he almost forgot about the storm that should be arriving that night. He was also Sore from his wins and losses, he was about to leave the city before he came across a toy store near the outskirt of town. Blanka scratched his head in confusion as the store was lit, the door was open but no occupants inside. Curiosity got the best of the wildman as he walked inside only to hear the booming thunder and torrential downpour immediately as he stepped in. Blanka could only grunts and pout as he was now stuck in the store until the storm passes through.

Blanka begins to further explore the new space that was lined with toys, gadgets, and games across the shelves. He couldn’t stop himself from giddily playing with every toy he could put his hands on. Blanka didn’t slow down until he came down across an aisle filled with costumes. The wildman could contain himself as he examined every suit he could get his hands on. Distracted by his search, Blanka felt something fell on his back and let out a brief shock in surprise. He turned around to see it was an Electivire suit that limply hung on his back. The suit was composed of yellow fitting spandex with black zag-like stripes across the body and attachments of shaggy fur on the shoulders and near the clawed plush boots. The hood had a semblance of an Electivire with limp antennas at the top. Blanka turns the suit over to toy with the two red-tipped black tails above the tailbone. Blanka would’ve considered trying on the costume but it’s looked as if it was made for kids. He tossed the suit away and focused on finding other costumes. His concentration was unwavering until Blanka felt the same feeling except stronger on his back.

Annoyed by the attached Electivire suit, Blanka started swinging his body until he gives another electric shock that surprisedly tired him. The suit became more active and begins to constrict Blanka with the yellow and black striped limbs. He tries to claw the suit off but it only gives so much before it snaps back to him with static cling. Frantically, he tried again to jump and run, only to be brought to staggered limp. Figured he would try to fry the suit, Blanka released another discharge of electricity but to no avail. In the midst of his fighting, he didn’t notice the red tips of the tails and the antennas light up as it stored the electricity. Blanka couldn’t comprehend how was he losing a fight to a kid’s costume. It would be his most embarrassing defeat of the day. Not only was Blanka sore from his prior fights, he felt more drained every time he tried to use his electric ability. While the wildman fell to his knees to catch his breath, he fails to notice that his feet were covered in plush boots. As soon as Blanka tried to reach, the two black tendrils lashed out and restrained the fighter by his arms.

As Blanka was restrained in a spread-eagle position, the suit began to expand around him. The man looked confused as his muscular green legs were slowly encased by the yellow and black striped fabric. If it wasn’t for the situation of him being attacked, Blanka would’ve enjoyed the feeling of spandex along his legs and his feet cushioned by the pillowy insides of the boots. It wasn’t long before Blanka’s torso down was encased. With it, Blanka began to feel small jolts everywhere the suit touch. As if the costume was sentient, his spandex covered limbs were massaged by the fabric which started to put the weary fighter at ease. The tendrils slowly lowered and released Blanka’s arms as the suit continued its journey across his toned body. Every ab and pectoral muscle defined through the golden and black striped fabric.

In his relaxed state, Blanka slowly processed the scenario he was in. Before he was fighting a living suit, now he trying to fight the losing battle of blissful sleep. It didn’t help that everywhere the fabric touch hummed which relaxed his aching muscles that endured every kick and punch thrown that day. Almost too tired to lift his arms, he saw the two red-tipped black tendrils animate in front in front of him. The tail-like appendages “stared” at Blanka for a moment before rubbing his chest, abdomen, and every place Blanka hurt. It felt...nice to him. The buzzing feeling relieved the soreness from all the battles before. Who’s will are they acting on their own or his? Was he controlling them now? Is this what a tail feels like? These thoughts became harder as Blanka slowly descended into the abyss known as sleep. But as a man who grew up in the jungle, Blanka was mildly curious about what it is like to have a tail. The animals he grew up and fought with had on. He mustered enough energy to raise his uncovered arm and give one of the tendrils a brief squeeze. Blanka immediately felt a jolt of nerves at the end of his tailbone that briefly awoke the man and cause a brief jump. Yep, they belong to him now.

As Blanka lowered his arm, the fabric stretched across both of his biceps and triceps. Not long, his hands were covered with black fingers and yellow palms that snuggly cling to him. Last but not least, the hood made its way around Blanka’s head. One tendril opened a slit in the back of the hood and began to feed as much of Blanka’s spiky hair through. Blanka himself was aware of the closing around him but was too tired to do anything about it. As if he gave a gesture of submission, the hood tightens around his head leaving his face and hair uncovered.

The Electivire bodysuit wasn’t finished yet. As the antenna glowed, Blanka was lifted against his will and knuckle walked to the plush section of the store. Too exhausted and sleepy to resist, he relented to the suit to do whatever it wanted with him. As if it read his thoughts, the suit rubbed his head comforting the muscled man as it guided him to a large Pokeball cushion. The suit stretched the hood over his host’s eyes and guided him to sleep. Once asleep, Blanka found himself in a field surrounded by electric Pokémon of all types. Still, in his bodysuit, he lost himself as he tussled and played with every electric Pokémon that appeared. As the antennas glowed above his head, Blanka began to chuckle in the midst of his deserved rest. His long day of fights was rewarded with pleasant dreams and comfort.

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