Freedom?

"Ooh, I have an idea!" Darkrai exclaimed, before snapping her fingers.

suddenly the world around me seemed to distort, and the faint light of the room began to fade. I woke up back on the beach, next to my gear, but the thing is, that my gear towered over me, and the coastline seemed to be impossibly long, and the and beneath my feet was no longer smooth, now resembling a rough gravel.

I began to think about what to do next, but I was interrupted by a wave of damp, warm air behind me. I turned around to see a Pokémon, on all fours, eying me down with a lustful expression. This was especially unnerving because with their head resting on the ground, my face was level with their eyes. This Pokémon's expression seemed especially unnatural, contrasting their large wings, glossy like a white window pane. I recognized this as Butterfree, as wild Butterfree tended to gather around my house, due to the arrangement of flowers I had been keeping on my lawn.

My mind was racing, every thought in my mind conflicting with another. Butterfree are quite small, barely a foot tall in stature, almost like a fairy in appearance, yet this one was unreasonably larger than me! On top of this, every Butterfree I have ran into has been docile, while for this one I couldn't exactly decipher their intention, but their face looked almost predatory looking at me.

Suddenly they extended their hand towards me, salivating at the mouth, but I dodged and began to run towards my backpack to hide.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled, still fleeing from this monster-sized butterfly.

"Mmmm...." The Butterfree moaned, "I was going to, but seeing you run away from me like that really turns me on...." She said, reaching her hand into her skirt.

Ignoring Butterfree's pleasure, I ran into my bag and zipped it shut from the inside. Looking around, there were unopened meals and supplies scattered around the bag, and each meal seemed large enough to feed me for multiple weeks.

"Playing hard to get, are we?" Her voice boomed, as I felt the ground under me shift. I fell sideways, landing on a pile of crumpled shirts. Light began to pour in, and the sky was filled with Butterfree's face. She reached her hand into the bag, and I took cover under the fabric I was standing on. Her arm was shoulder deep in my bag, but she couldn't reach to the bottom.

"Damn it, guess I'll have to get creative." She said, zipping the bag back up.