Throwing aside all doubts, you charge toward the showboating fire bird, plump breasts and belly bouncing with each step. All that fat's built up from months of arena wins, and you're not about to let it end here!
...That's what was going through your mind, anyway. Halfway through your charge you realize what a dumb idea this is and begin to slow down. The Blaziken, sensing your indecision, leaps through the air right toward you! Grinding to a halt, you manage to stop right in front of where he lands, but you didn't expect the spinning kick from his crouched position, swinging up to strike you right in the jaw! You intstantly topple over, world spinning before you come to with the Blaziken standing above you, looking smug.
"Ooh, sorry about that one. Looked like it hurt." Irritated, you reach a hand up to rub at the scorch marks left behind on your cheek. The Blaziken stands over you, eyeing you up with hunger in his eyes. It's obvious who's going in who now, but the question arises of how he's going to take you. You're not going to fit past that beak of his unless you're in smaller pieces, and you shudder at that thought. No, you'd much rather go one of the other ways, even with the loss of dignity involved. You can smell that avian musk even from down here, and you couldn't help but notice that cute butt as he was leaping through the air. At least, of all the preds you could lose to, this one's pretty sexy. You've always worried about being dominated by some big brute.
