Kirin

Kirin is a Zeraora, a bipedal, feline Pokémon with primarily yellow and black fur. The fur is thinner and black on his lower legs, lower body, upper arms, and face, and is thicker and yellow everywhere else. There is also a zigzagging black stripe on each thigh and two more stripes on each forearm. There are small tufts of light blue fur on his chest and a longer tuft on its forehead. Kirin also has a single, lightning bolt-shaped blue whisker on each cheek. A long, ponytail-like or tail-like bunch of fur extends from between his shoulders. Kirin has large ears with black insides and blue eyes. His forepaws have four clawed fingers and light blue pads, while his hindpaws have only three clawed toes. He has a wide, fat ass, thick thighs and plump balls that jiggle and wobble with his every movement. Whenever he presents his ass his balls stick out as well, a helpful reminder that he is indeed a male despite his huge ass (which is bigger and fatter than a human girls’ could ever be) and slightly feminine voice.

Kirin was born from an explosion caused by a bolt of lightning striking an erupting volcano. He lacks an electricity-generating organ, so he gathers and stores electricity from outside sources. This Pokémon can create a very powerful magnetic field through the strong electric currents emitted from its paw pads. Using this magnetic field allows him to levitate and move at high speeds while airborne. Kirin can travel as fast as a lightning strike. His fur is known to stand on end whenever he is using massive amounts of electricity. Kirin can tear his opponents apart with his high-voltage claws. Even if the opponent dodges, they can still get electrocuted by the flying sparks. Lightning flashes and thunderclaps can occur when Kirin starts running.

Kirin doesn’t like to talk to people, because he doesn’t really even know what to say in conversations. And sometimes when he DOES know what to say, his fear-ridden self-consciousness prevents him from saying it. It’s bad, he’s bordering on antisocial, and it doesn’t help that he keeps most of his thoughts to himself. He’d rather talk with his actions, and that’s why he loves battling. Not enough to be captured by a trainer… at least… not yet. He can be tamed, pretty easily in fact, it only takes a thorough pounding of his tight yellow hole and he’s ready for the Pokè Ball. And if you're a girl you don't even need to to do that, he's already putty in your hands.