A backhand from the gigantic Tyranitar knocked the beast’s maw aside in the nick of time.
Charzilla’s atomic breath scorched a swathe of apartment complexes to ashes.
Titan Tyranitar didn’t stop the assault, and bodily threw itself into the other kaiju with a deafening roar.
The duo wrestled atop the city.
Buildings didn’t collapse, they were utterly pulverized beneath the weight of the dueling goliaths.
Skyscrapers were like cardboard boxes strewn about a wrestling ring.
In less than a minute, tails, feet, and errant claws demolished the entirety of a dozen city blocks.
A heavy tail swipe was countered by Charzilla, digging claws that could slice concrete like paper into the rock-type’s tail.
A roar of triumph and a roar of pain both echoed through the city, shattering glass for miles around.
The Charizard unfurled its wings, each hundreds of feet long, and launched itself into the sky with his passenger in tow.
It was like nothing you’d seen before.
”Cut. Cut!”
”Great scene, you guys!”
”Literally perfect.”
The director turned around in the chair, looking at you and your Pokémon.
”That goes double for you, Zoroark.”
The dark-type let the illusion for a moment longer before dropping it.
The destroyed cityscape at the feet of the Charizard and Tyranitar on set dissolved before your eyes.
Left in its place were the few physical props and set pieces the Pokémon actors actually needed to interact with.
“Sure you got all the shots you need?”
”Absolutely!”
”I can’t believe how much money she’s saving us!”
The fox-like Pokémon shook her head, twirling her vibrant crimson mane left and right and ran her sharp claws through it like a comb.
”Better than anything the techies could’ve done with a green screen.”
”I’d betcha hundred bucks she didn’t miss a thing.”
“Damn.”
You looked at your friend.
”That good?”
Zoroark bounced up, standing to her full six foot height.
Unusually tall for a Zoroark and wholly unmatched in creating illusions.
And your lover.
She gave you a fang-filled smirk and nuzzled your cheek with hers.
How did you get so lucky?
”Under budget and ahead of schedule!” The director exclaimed. ”Damned if I can remember the last time this happened.”
”You two head on out. We’ve got more than enough footage today.”

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Only once out of earshot and alone in the halls of the studio did your friend speak.
”Easy peasy.”
Haughty as her tone was, she wasn’t wrong.
“I don’t think an entire pack of other Zoroark could pull that level of detail off.”
You turned to your right to look at her, about to continue your sentence, and you halted in your tracks.
The voice you heard was definitely coming from your side.
You spun around, searching the immediate area for where your friend really was.
Only when you came full circle did you see the redhead at the far end of the hallway, leaning against the studio’s exit.
As usual, a sly grin adorned her face.
Quiet as a Skitty.
Deceiving people was second nature to her.
Proving your point, as you walked closer you realized that she was bigger.
The already tall woman now stood at seven feet. The gray tips of her ears high enough to graze the doorframe.
The dark-type chucked as she idly played with her breasts.
”Something wrong, Anon?”
“Yeah,” you said, patting her side as you walked past, “someone might see that.”
”Oh?”
Red claws scraped against the ground as the trickster walked alongside you, entertaining herself for all of ten seconds before growing bored.
” Why would you be worried about that?”
”Not worried, just…”
You’d long gotten used to her teasing in public.
But the risk of people finding out you fucked your Pokémon was always at the back of your mind.
Consensual or no, there was stigma against such things.
”Wouldn’t it be nice if I was big?” She blurted.
You continued walking to your car, fishing for your keys in your pocket.
You chuckled, moving aside your wallet to finally snag your prize.
“All the more to love.” You answered.
Just as you took the key ring out an incredible earthquake rocked the city.
Cars bounced, pedestrians collapsed and cried out, and leaves audibly shook on their branches.
Your keys dropped to the ground and you lost your balance trying to grab them because of another tremor.
You panicked, looking around for your partner.
The city was near a fault line; the fear was always in the back of your head.
A shadow overtook the parking lot, blocking the morning sun.
Your eyes didn’t need to adjust to the change in brightness to see the cause.
You reeled in fright, unable to put a height on the foxy Pokémon now before you.
Zoroark was perched atop the studio like a hawk, staring down at you.
Cracking support beams and crumbling concrete stole her attention from you, and she looked down as the entire studio collapsed beneath her incredible tonnage.
Dust filled the air; a lungful of the powdered grit sent you into a coughing fit and your watery eyes instinctively shut themselves.
As you waved the air clear, you could barely squint up at the giant girl.
Her usual smirk was gone.
A sadistic, evil grin took its place.
The girl readjusted her weight and gracefully leapt into the air.
Her landing was just as graceful.
But destructive.
Her sharp talons tore gashes in the street.
Power lines ripped at her ankles, street lights exploded in sparks, and cars crumpled like paper beneath her.
The screams were instantaneous; you could hardly hear the cries of people and Pokémon above the chaos the dark-type caused.
The little people and Pokémon at her feet were the first unlucky littles to catch her interest.
Whether they wanted to catch her or defend themselves was irrelevant to the giantess.
Pokémon attacking her were swatted away as easily as a child swats away gnats.
Their trainers shared their fate, thoughtlessly batted and flung into the air alongside whatever else happened to catch her shifting interest.
Few beings managed to make it indoors to relative safety.
Whoever wasn’t thrown like a child’s toy was pulped by her heavy tread, leaving craters in the asphalt.
A blaring horn to her left caught her attention.
She didn’t bother stepping over the buildings in her path; she made a show of bulldozing them with her thighs.
If the crumbling apartments slowed her progress at all, you couldn’t tell
She growled as she emerged on the other side of the block, towering over her prey.
Her victim had been trying to escape, but the remains of the buildings she walked into fell into the roads, blocking all hope of safety.
She plucked a bus filled with shrieking passengers from the avenue below.
After examining it for a moment she noticed a large gas station at the nearby intersection.
Without far more force than necessary, she wound up like a baseball pitcher and rocketed the makeshift baseball into the pumps, causing an explosion that plumed the sky.
You stood in the parking lot, unphased.
“Eh.” You remarked, walking for your car.
”You’re too nice.” You continued, entering the vehicle. “Impish, but you’ve got a good heart.”
“We both know you wouldn’t act like that.”
The titan swiveled her head towards you, and you stared back at her.
In her mouth was a saliva covered food truck dented and torn with bite marks.
Zoroark swallowed her snack.
She went from merciless to mischievous in a heartbeat.
The dust cleared up.
Screams in the streets turned to cheers.
The fox leaned against a nearby skyscraper, one of the few things taller than her for miles around, and began massaging her nipples.
A deep coo reverberated through your vehicle, shaking it.
Claws from her right hand traced lines through her fur down between her legs.
The teal bangle in her hair bounced back and forth against the building behind her as she rocked her head.
Going knuckle-deep with a finger made her knees buckle.
“Yeah, that’s more you.” You said to no one in particular.
It was tempting to pull your pants down and join her, but you had enough sense to keep your composure.
Someone might see.
The monstrous Pokémon sauntered to a building with a water tower atop it.
One you weren’t aware existed just a moment ago, but you couldn’t be sure.
Exploiting details people naturally missed was how she was so effective.
Using other buildings for support, Zoroark spread her paws apart and lowered her feminine lips to its target.
Her soft, content sighs were loud enough to be heard for blocks.
With exaggerated slowness, the Pokémon carefully brought her butt against the rooftop beneath her.
Her cushiony rear spread out across the sun-warmed stone beneath her, adding to the pleasantness of being so intimately filled.
Masonry crumbled as her hands gripped the buildings’ edges tighter, but they held.
Wetness dripped from her womanhood as she raised herself up.
Windows shattered as she let herself fall back down with a satisfying thump.
Unbothered by the tingling glass, she increased her pace.
Her facial expression contorted between pleasure and unbridled ecstasy.
Her toy wouldn’t last long and she decided to make the most of it.
Heavy pants and a lolling tongue made her look even more animalistic.
Between the sounds of heavy flesh slapping the concrete rooftop, her animal grunts got louder and louder.
After a piercing howl she began speaking in barely coherent English between thrusts.
”Ooohhhh... Almost…”
”Almost as big as m-my trainer!”
She continued slamming her hips down on the building below, bringing a hand in to hold up a crumbling wall as the floors began to pancake.
The supports holding up the water tower warped and sagged with each downward crash of her thighs.
The Pokémon couldn’t take it anymore.
Her moan was a roar to those around her.
Sexual fluids mixed with the water of the crumpled, crushed tower wedged between her folds.
The one building she still used for support collapsed, and her weakened knees couldn’t handle the weight.
None of the manmade structures around her could handle the rough play and she careened forward.
The water tower’s struts snapped away and everything beneath her was powdered by her mass.
Dust, grime, and all manner of fluids stained her fur.
“Very impressive.” You congratulated her.
A certain part of your groin especially thought so.
But she wasn’t done yet.
”M-My trainer is Anon!” She shouted to the city.
”I love Anon! We fuck all day!”
”He lives at-“
“Alright, that’s enough!” You shouted.
“Way to kill the mood.” You scolded.
You batted at the feeling at your shoulder.
Sure enough, you hit something solid.
Her touch somehow made these sensory-intense illusions all the more extreme.
The visions faded.
The skyline returned to normal.
The dusty smell of the air was replaced by the stuffy interior of your car.
And your auditory hallucinations were replaced with the uncontrollable snickering of the Zoroark in your passenger seat.
“Shoulda known this gig would spur your creativity.”
You turned on the car and began to drive out of the parking lot.
“Good job.” You complimented. “Great attention to detail on that one.”
“You tired?”
She shook her head back and forth, swinging her feet up on the dashboard and leaning her seat back.
As you pulled up to the intersection you noticed a hand slinking forward across the glove compartment.
Just inching forward.
Slow and steady.
You slapped it away.
“Not while driving.”
More snickers came from your friend.
“Save it for the bedroom.”
”Oh, just you wait, Anon.”
”Just you wait.”