Roaming Legendary
Her goal is to track the elusive Galarian Zapdos, and she's confident she has it. Surely nothing could go wrong with ambushing a powerful, bestial creature in the sanctity of its own nest...? (content warning for dubcon!)
The character Violet, who appears in a supporting role, is an OC of thepichubro, won by them placing in a raffle of mine! The art is official trading cart art.
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."
"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."
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..."
Her gasping words failed her as Zapdos brought its cock down on her with a wet slap. The monster's cock was dark, like volcanic sand--the same color as its sub-plumage and its legs. Its weight formed an unfamiliar pressure against her. And the smell...
Chrissa gulped. The pokemon's cock was bedecked in the sort of scent that shouldn't have been appealing, yet somehow was; heavy and dominant, musky and sweaty and wild. It rubbed its hips back and forth and Chrissa whimpered as the cock sawed along her body, smearing her with sweat and pre. She closed one eye and turned her head, letting it settle on her cheek, nudging and rubbing it.
Her breath was returning, and with it came her sense of smell. The avian musk was all-encompassing, invading her senses, and she felt a dewdrop of pre getting smeared against her cheek. The sensation was lewd and sticky, and for some reason her skin prickled at the touch--not an unpleasant feeling.
As her strength came slowly back, Chrissa tried to back away, but Zapdos simply took a step forward and nudged its cock at her. She whimpered as its hugeness pressed aggressively against her closed lips. And she... by all the legends, she hated to admit it, but that raw smell was enticing... as was the idea of laying with something so wild and dominant...
Still managing to compose herself, she turned her head away and tried to rise, but Zapdos stamped its taloned foot one against the grass of the glade, hard. The sound reverberated through the trees. Chrissa gulped. The message was clear: carrot and stick. With an assertive trill, Zapdos pressed its cock against her once again, and this time...
This time she opened her lips.
The young woman squeaked out in surprise as Zapdos eagerly thrust into her mouth. The legendary's cock was warm and solid, smeared with sharp, salty precum that set her tongue dancing with overstimulation. She swirled her tongue around the avian dick, gathering up the pre; she was uncertain about it at first, but Zapdos seemed to like the attention, so she kept at it, lathering it up with her tongue and giving it soft, mewling sucks on the tip.
Her mouth filled with pre and she gulped despite herself, shuddering as she felt the fabled pokemon's gift slide down her working throat. It was sticky and viscous, clinging to the wall of her throat in places, and she had to gulp more to get it all down, the wet sound echoing lewdly through Zapdos's glade. The bird clacked its beak in response, the sound appreciative.
As she continued sucking the tip of Zapdos's cock in her mouth and swirling it with her tongue, a warm feeling began settling into Chrissa's bones. This... wasn't so bad, was it? She moaned despite herself and began attending to Zapdos more and more diligently, slurping and licking. The warmth settled down into her sex and the scent of human arousal began mingling with Zapdos's own musk.
After a few minutes, Zapdos surprised the trainer by hiking its cock out. She blinked, still on her back, and gazed up at it. Was it really going to let her go...? But of course, the legend was simply getting started. With a forward squawk, Zapdos angled its big cock down, and Chrissa blushed as she felt it getting squeezed between her pillowy breasts. Zapdos hiked its hips back and forth, using her to give itself a titjob.
Scarcely believing what she was doing, Chrissa reached up her shaking hands and pressed her breasts close around the avian member. Zapdos crooned, pleased, and quickened the pace. Chrissa's blush deepened as the titjob picked up, the cock sliding easily thanks to a healthy coating of pre and her own saliva, and something about its commanding pressure on her was so appealing...
After a few forward motions from Zapdos, the trainer moaned despite herself, and Zapdos took the opportunity to thrust into her mouth. She squealed as the tip invaded her space, but leaned back with a murbling moan as Zapdos eagerly fucked her. The trunk of its cock was being pressed by her breasts, and the warm confines of her mouth was heaven to its tip... Chrissa was being put to good use. It pawed the ground with one talon in appreciation. The limb came down scarcely a foot from her body, grass and dust getting kicked up.
The would-be legend tamer slurped and sucked and kissed the tip of Zapdos's cock as it continued fucking her, noting that more and more precum was beading out of its tip. She gulped it down eagerly, part of her mind aghast at how fervently she'd thrown herself into this. She was supposed to catch Zapdos, not fill herself with its cum...
But that was concern for later. After a sharp, insistent trill, Zapdos bucked into her a few times, she moaned, and then the bird hiked itself out of her mouth and up from her breasts. She had a few seconds to wonder what was up before the legendary's cock pointed at her, tensed, and then absolutely painted her with cum.
Chrissa gasped as warm, wet, sticky seed coated her body. Zapdos's cum pooled in her breasts and the dimple of her navel; it trickled down her arms and thighs and made her whimper as it slid down the cleft of her sex. It coated her face, its fragrance all-encompassing, and it clumped in her hair. A dual-sensation of erotic excitement and absolute embarrassment wended through her as Zapdos gazed at her smugly. The message was clear: she had intended to capture the legend, but instead it had marked her as its own. Indelibly so. Oh, once she returned to civilization, she could scrub herself clean and shampoo her hair clear, but somehow, that wouldn't be enough. Deep down, she would still consider her body marked--Zapdos's forever.
Chrissa leaned back with a sigh, redolent with the Galarian bird's cum, and expected that to be it--up until Zapdos showed it had more in mind for her. The trainer yelped as a long, firm beak took her hair firmly, and she winced as it dragged her across the glade. "Ah--augh, ow! Ow, h-hey!" She stumbled along in an awkward, half-crouched position to avoid the pain of having her hair pulled, and was only partially successful. She shot a fearful look at Slicer, but it wasn't to be; the Honedge was still out cold.
On the far end of the glade was a huge pile of dried grasses with a depression in the center. It could only have been the legendary's nest. Zapdos flung Chrissa onto it and her breath left her with a whump. As she struggled to rise, a firm pressure on her back kept her pinned on her hands and knees, Zapdos leaving its foot there--and then her heart quickened as she felt something nudging the sensitive outer folds of her sex.
This was the legend's nest... nests were for sleeping in, but they were for another thing too.
Mating.
"Hey..." Chrissa said, her voice uncertain. Her eyes flickered about the trees, seeking some refuge. "H-hold on."
The pressure on her back increased incrementally and she grunted; Zapdos answered her pleas with a contemptuous squawk. Chrissa thought she understood what it was trying to tell her: she'd had the audacity to come into its nest, try to steal it away. Well, if she wanted to spend time in its nest so bad, then she would spend time nesting with Zapdos--
With all the attendant duties.
The pressure on her back was unyielding, and the teasing sensation against her pussy was maddening. She could feel the tip of Zapdos's cock stirring up some of the slick cum it had coated her with. She hissed out despite herself.
It was true... she had been the one to harass Zapdos first, and in such a sanctuary as its nest as well. And if she had to admit it, the truth was that the whole scenario was enticing, in a raw, wild way. Being at the mercy of such a powerful creature... being the recipient of its attentions, and finding herself coated in its cum, it was...
She relaxed and stopped putting up her token resistance. It seemed it was going to happen one way or another, so why not listen to her body and make the most of it?
Zapdos seemed to understand what the relaxed tension in her body meant, and it trilled triumphantly, the sound piercing--and then it thrust into her.
Chrissa nearly collapsed as, for the first time, she was penetrated by a pokemon. Her body quivered appreciatingly around Zapdos's long spear. She crooned out wordlessly, appreciatively, and Zapdos matched the sound, its own noise exultant. Zapdos bucked into her again and again, her body shaking as their hips mashed together, her world rocking with every thrust. It didn't take long before Zapdos built back up to the power and speed which she'd observed through her binoculars.
Before long, the Galarian legend was a blur, the orange and black of its feathers and cock bleeding together as it slammed into Chrissa with a speed unmatchable. Her face was completely contorted in need, her eyes trailed up and focused on nothing, her tongue lolling playfully from her mouth. Cum still glistened all across her body and squelched as Zapdos fucked more of it into her with every push. It acted as lube and eased the journey.
Holy fuck, she had never experienced anything like this. Zapdos's cock was big, very big, and though it lacked features like spines or a knot, it more than made up for it with a dominant, assertive drive that absolutely claimed her. For a few short minutes that seemed to stretch for days, Chrissa wasn't a trainer, an explorer, or anything of the sort. She was merely a willing, empty-headed vessel brimming with nothing but pleasure, Zapdos's feral onslaught fucking any thought right out of her as soon as it entered. When she came, it finally broke her down, and she gave up any last pretension of composure as she whined wordlessly in orgasm. The bird itself came a second time, this time directly into her womb, and left her feeling languid and full.
When Chrissa blinked back to coherence, the moon was high and the air was dark and Zapdos was keeping her close in its nest. Slicer was nowhere to be found--had they gone for help? She wasn't sure. But she was too weary and cold to even try to escape, so she didn't bother.
But sleep wasn't in the cards for her either. With the lazy air of someone getting a midnight snack, Zapdos yawned awake and fucked her, there in the nest, a second time. Chrissa just breathed out shallow, stuttering gasps, raising her ass for it. And then, an hour later, it fucked her again--and after a short doze, yet again.
A good night's sleep? She wished. By the time dawn came and Zapdos was preening itself, Chrissa was so weak she could barely stand, having been kept awake through getting fucked five separate times throughout the night... each one leaving her with an orgasm.
Zapdos left for its customary race around the Wild Area in midmorning and somehow, Chrissa managed to find the strength to stand. Her gait crumbling, she shambled out of the glade, cognizant that her clothes were gone and her pack left behind. All she had was Slicer's poke ball.
Her Honedge met her outside the glade, humming in worry and alarm. Perhaps Zapdos had chased them out while she was incoherent after the first coupling. When they came up to her, clearly worried, she patted them, mumbling something, and recalled them.
A few hours later, she was back at the camp run by Violet. The yellow-haired trainer and her cute Electric-types looked concerned, but not surprised. She had the good grace not to say 'I told you so' as she drew up a hot, steamy bath and let Chrissa settle down into it. The trainer nearly fell asleep in the warmth, but eventually summoned the strength to scrub herself clean of dirt and lingering pokemon cum.
But somehow, she didn't think she'd ever really leave behind what had happened here.
Violet lent her a few clothes, which Chrissa threw on with thanks, and then she curled up on an offered bedroll for a long, long sleep.
"So," Violet said when Chrissa finally woke. "Are you, erm, going to try again...?"
Again? Chrissa's mind suddenly popped with visions of herself surrendering to the passionate ravages of a beast...
She shook her head. No, no, that wouldn't do. In fact, she... she couldn't believe what had happened. It didn't feel real.
"Nah," she said, affecting a too-casual cadence to her voice that utterly failed to mask just how preoccupied she was with her recent excursion. "I might just go back to Motostoke and do some odd jobs, see if I can catch a shiny. You know how it goes."
Violet nodded wordlessly. Oh, she knew all right. In fact, while Chrissa had been out, another young woman had swung by her camp, confident she was going to catch the legend. Violet wondered how long it would be before that young woman staggered back...
And just how many times Zapdos would stuff her full of cum in the meantime.