Chrissa shouldered her pack, keeping her binoculars level with her eyes. A smile crept on her face. There! A plume of dust some miles away, scattering its way across the Wild Area. If she strained, she could make out the form amidst the dust: a massive set of spikey orange wings threaded through by pitch-black feathers. A muscular set of cruelly-taloned legs, similarly dark, helped the creature race at speeds unimaginable.

The rumors were true: a rare form of Zapdos was loose in the Wild Area. And it was heading to a shadowed glade.

Chrissa put her binoculars back, thumbing her nose excitedly. She was a short young woman whose natural plumpness had been tempered by extended stays in the wilderness. Thus far, the existence of the new legend was a thing that had the whole of Galar abuzz, and this time she intended to be the one to actually capture it. Rumors said that it possessed Fighting-type skills alongside its aerial ones, but she had a secret weapon: her oldest (and only) partner.

“You ready, Slicer?” she asked. From behind her, the Honedge whirred affirmatively. Ghost and steel made a perfect counterpoint to its powers. And besides, she didn’t have to knock it out, simply last long enough to capture.

No, the hard part would be getting to it. But that was fine. She had spent nearly a week tracking it from afar and now she finally knew where its nesting site was. Chasing it around the Wild Area was a fool’s errand; instead, she’d pounce when it came back home, tired and expecting rest. Unable to contain herself, the young woman pulled out her binoculars again. The glade was still, with no hint of the creature that called it home; but that was fine. She was ready for it.

“Zapdos,” she said excitedly, her energy effusing Slicer behind her. “You’re mine.”

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“Are you sure about that, girl?”

Chrissa rolled her eyes. She was sharing camp with a young woman by the name of ‘Violet.’ The lady’s hair was a pleasant blond mane tied back in a loose tail, and a group of small, pugnacious Electric-types frolicked around her. Violet giggled as an Emolga touched down on her shoulder with a cheerful cry.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” she responded. “And girl? I’m probably the same age as you!”

Violet raised her hands in a mollifying fashion. Between them, the fire flickered. “Look, I’ve been camping out this part of the Wild Area for a while now, and I’ve got a pretty good idea what that big bird is about. D’you think you’re really the first person to try and find its nest?”

Grumbling, Chrissa didn’t respond. She had thought that, in fact.

Violet shook her head and poked at the embers. They snapped, the noise scaring her Emolga to skitter down her back and hide behind her leg. “I’ve probably seen a half-dozen trainers go to that forest and come back a day or two later, roughed-up and empty-handed.”

“I can handle a bruising,” Chrissa said nonchalantly. “It’ll be fine.”

Violet coughed embarrassedly. “Well, two of those trainers were ladies, and they came back a little… I mean, that is to say…” She trailed off, blushing, but Chrissa knew what she was getting at.

“Oh please,” she said. “Like any pokemon that skittish is going to try to mate—with a human nonetheless—once it realizes it’s under assault.”

Violet sighed as if she’d had this conversation before. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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Despite everything, Violet’s words stuck in Chrissa’s head the following day. She tried to beat them out, but wasn’t entirely successful. Really, what had that woman been thinking? Insinuating something sexual like that. Chrissa shook her head. Probably she wanted first dibs on Zapdos and was trying to scare her off!

An hour or two after dawn, a russet orange blur rocketed out of the glade, and Chrissa knew she had her chance. Moving stealthily, trying to go a roundabout way she’d never observed the pokemon take and covering her tracks just in case, she made it to the glade around noontime.

“Right,” she said, pitching her voice low for Slicer. “Now we wait.” She and her Honedge climbed into the trees above and she settled in for a doze. Her pokemon would wake her when the legend returned.

A nudge on her arm and she instantly blinked awake. It was close to sunset and something was racing through the forest. Underneath, a pokemon faster than liquid lightning paced into the glade. Zapdos stopped, stamping its feet up and down and digging a trough in the dirt. Its long beak poked at the soil.

“Right,” said Chrissa. Her voice was tight with anticipation. “Nothing like the present, eh? Surprise attack!” She jumped from the bough and chucked a Quick Ball at the creature. The capsule swallowed it up and then shattered without so much as a single wiggle. Well, that was fine. It had been a longshot anyway. The real attack was coming.

With Zapdos’s attention on the human, Slicer had the perfect venue for a sneak attack. The Honedge swiped out of the trees and clipped the legend’s back. Zapdos whirled with an angry squawk and jabbed a beak at Slicer, but its attack bounced off the blade’s Steel-type hide. As she readied an Ultra Ball, Chrissa grinned. Just as planned!

But then things went pear-shaped very, very quickly. Narrowing its eyes, Zapdos screeched and swiped its claw—and shadows were trailing off of it. Wait, it knew a Dark-type attack? She’d never noted that in all her observations!

The unforeseen move felled Slicer instantly, depriving Chrissa of her only pokemon companion. More out of panic than anything else, the outdoorsy woman chucked the Ultra Ball, but Zapdos swerved under it and in milliseconds was on her.

The breath wheezed from Chrissa as she was knocked down to the earth, effortlessly pinned under one massive talon. Her heart hammered in her chest. Zapdos glared down at her, anger and contempt in its face. She opened her mouth to try and plead or bargain with it only to find that words were failing her; she was still too winded. The creature raised one giant talon—

But when it brought it down, Chrissa didn’t face her end as she might have feared. Instead, the legendary pokemon effortlessly dashed her clothes to tatters, leaving her bare and exposed, yet unharmed.

Quivering with shock and still stunned from the blow, Chrissa could only watch, wide-eyed, as Zapdos took a step back. The pokemon’s gaze now looked smug, and she could see why: unfurling from a genital slit was a long, formidable cock.

Violet’s warnings flashed through her mind—stories of young women limping back from failed attempts at catching this legend, all thoroughly fucked. Something told Chrissa she was about to join their ranks.

“N-now hold on,” she managed to say, finding her voice (albeit it still felt hoarse and sore). “Let’s… consider this…”