Clutched

A high-pitched screech bellows out from the horde of infected, echoing against the colossal outer rock walls of the underground village the forces you to clamp your hands to your ears to bear the noise. Ascending from the crowd of ferals, a massive and brown female bird releases her shattering call once more. It gives you a good enough look of the Fearow's saliva and tongue wobble in her open beak, releasing the hot steamy air of her empty stomach out with a clear intent of filling it. She was tall, taller than all of the ferals that were funneling out of a dug open entrances some of the ground-types made, completely appearing as their alpha. The obvious attribute that clued you in on the avian's gender was the round breasts exposed on her lithe figure. Her violet eyes survey the city streets, attempting to find the easiest prey to snatch up and gobble down without any distractions or guards to oppose her. Her arms hang uselessly down below her, not even needing to use them in her sweep of terror. An ominous aura of crimson glows around her, confirming a folktale for you and other Pokemon.

This monster...was Dynamax'd. The Dynamax phenomenon was rumored to be simply a tale to scare children, but seeing a Fearow larger than any other Pokemon you've seen before had you leaning into believing it now. No one truly seemed to understand how it occurs, but you would have to wait about researching that later. That glowing purple glare of hers suddenly fixates on you as you stand in the open, far from the battle.

Just as you fear, the brown feathered wings flap once more, breaking the air and glides the Fearow like closer to your position faster with each second. She was twice your height, watching talons of her legs reflect the torchlight out to catch you with her booming back wings flapping to gain velocity. Her hands even are outstretched to slice the claw tips through the air on her way over. It was time to run. Attempting to turn around, the pink scaled legs easily catch up to you, not even allowing you the decency to get a padding start. Her talons scrunch together, grasping you tightly from the dirt road to carry you with her in the air. You witness the ground parting its way with you, slowly and surely taunting you with its distant hope fading as the Fearow gains much air in height. She circles above the town with your struggling and yelling body snagged in her talons' clutch, hoping some guard would launch some kind of projectile attack to help save you. But to their own concern, they had ferals on the ground to deal with already.

Movement might have made it worse for you though. Major panicking writhes were close enough to stab your body against her sharp claws, which would lead to a much worse **** than just sliding down that long throat of hers. She grips her talons together again, except vastly tighter this time to constrict out all of the air from your lungs. Your muscles seize together and your bones tremble in the vice pressure. It was a strong grasp to cease your squirming, reinforcing that you were going to be her easy-to-eat prey by pressing her scaled flesh against your furry one. Your eyes roll up with your ribs begging for release as you soaring dangerously high above the city. Would you really want her to just suddenly let you go? The mighty Fearow screeches out once more with outstretched arms, having her belly rumbling about at the cavernous city walls. A big woman like her was going to need more than just you to sate her hunger. It was now or never to be saved.

1. Keep struggling! This is one Lucario who won't be some animal's breakfast!

2. It's over...You're nothing but this Fearow's breakfast now...