the second mate

(meanwhile in Petalburg City)

The second Pidgeot, identical in appearance to the first, arrived in Petalburg and began to circle May's home, its sharp eyes scanning the windows and doors for any sign of its target. As it flew, the wind ruffled its glossy brown plumage, and the cream-colored underparts of its wings glowed softly in the fading light of day. The Pidgeot's gaze was fixed intently on the house, its angular black markings seeming to absorb the shadows as it searched for the slightest glimpse of May.

After a moment, the Pidgeot spotted May sleeping in her bedroom, a faint moonlit glow illuminating her peaceful form through the window.

The Pidgeot entered May's room silently, its sharp talons making no sound as they touched down on the wooden floor. It moved closer to May's bed, its gaze fixed on her peaceful form. The moonlight streaming in through the window cast a soft glow on her face, and the Pidgeot could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept.

The Pidgeot began to cast a spell on May, similar to the one it had used on Misty. Her transformation began slowly, starting with her legs and feet, which begun to turn into those of a Moltres.

As May's legs and feet began to transform, her skin itched and tingled, a sensation not unlike pins and needles, but on a much grander scale. The transformation started with a subtle shift in her ankle bones, which began to lengthen and narrow, her feet morphing into sharp, anisodactyl appendages. The toes merged, forming three forward-facing digits and one backward-facing digit, each tipped with a sharp, hook-like claw. May's skin began to take on a warm, golden hue, as if infused with an inner light, and a soft, downy layer of feathers sprouted from her skin, covering her new legs.

Her transformation continued with her stomach, chest and waist, which began to turn into those of a Moltres. The sensation of her torso reshaping itself was akin to a subtle burning, as if her very cells were being rearranged to accommodate the new form. May's skin itched and tingled, a warm, golden light spreading across her chest as her ribcage expanded and her collarbone shifted. The gentle rustle of feathers sprouting from her skin filled the air, a soft susurration that accompanied the soft creaking of her bones as they reformed. Her waist narrowed, her hips shifting to accommodate the sleek, streamlined body of a Moltres.

Her transformation continued with her arms and hands, which began to take on the appearance of Moltres' wings. The bones in her arms elongated and thickened, as the skin on her arms and hands receded, revealing the beginning of the formation of her wings. The skin on her arms and hands became thinner and more translucent, with a faint golden glow emanating from within. Her fingers began to fuse together, forming a the wing tip.

As her neck and head began to transform, May's skin itched and tingled, a sensation not unlike the gentle burning of her torso earlier. Her neck lengthened and narrowed, her head reshaping itself to accommodate the sleek, avian features of a Moltres. The bones in her face creaked and shifted, her nose elongating into a sharp, pointed beak. The skin on her face receded, revealing the formation of a thin, golden-brown plumage that seemed to glow with an inner light. Her eyes, once soft and-round, transformed into sharp, triangular orbs with vertical pupils, gleaming with a fierce inner intensity.

As flames appeared on her head, wings, and tailbone, May's transformation into a Moltres neared completion. The flames danced across her plumage, casting flickering shadows on the walls of her room. They seemed to emanate from within, as if her very cells were igniting with a fierce, golden light. The Pidgeot watched with an unblinking gaze, its eyes fixed intently on May's form as the flames crackled and spat, casting a warm, golden glow over the room.

The flames on May's head coalesced into a flowing crest, which rippled and flowed like molten lava.

As the flames on her head coalesced into a flowing crest, May's thoughts began to shift, her mind flooded with a torrent of instincts, knowledge, and primal urges that came with her new form. Her brain, once a rational and logical instrument, was now awash with the ancient, innate wisdom of a Moltres. She felt an overwhelming sense of freedom, as if her very soul had been unshackled, allowing her to tap into a deep wellspring of power and passion.

Her thoughts, once focused on the mundane concerns of her human life, now revolved around the primal drive to find a mate, to protect and serve, to soar through the skies and ride the wind.

As her brain was filled with the knowledge of being chosen as one of Ash's mates, May's thoughts turned to the young trainer, her mind's eye conjuring up images of his bright, adventurous spirit and his unwavering dedication to his Pokémon.

As Ash's image transformed into that of Zeus the Kilowattrel, May's mind's eye witnessed the metamorphosis with startling clarity. The human features that once defined Ash's face melted away, replaced by the sleek, angular contours of a Kilowattrel's visage. The sharp, black beak and piercing light blue eyes seemed to gleam with an inner intensity, as if the very essence of the Pokémon had burst forth from the confines of its human form.

May's thoughts swirled with a sudden influx of emotions, her Moltres instincts responding to the presence of the Kilowattrel.

As the thought took hold, a fierce, primal yearning ignited within May's chest, sending a shiver coursing through her Moltres form. Her eyes, now sharp and triangular, gleamed with an inner intensity as she envisioned herself by Ash's/Zeus's side, their forms entwined in a majestic dance of wind and flame. The flames that danced across her plumage seemed to surge in response, casting a warm, golden glow over the room as her very being resonated with the desire to be his mate.

The Pidgeot, still watching with an unblinking gaze, cocked its head to one side, as if sensing the shift in May's emotions.

May then opened her Eyes and looked at the pidgeot and said "bring me to my future mate" the Pidgeot nodded its head in obedience, its crest feathers ruffled softly in the gentle breeze that wafted through the open window. May's sharp, triangular eyes gleamed with an inner intensity as she spread her magnificent wings, the flames that danced across her plumage casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The Pidgeot took to the skies, its broad wings beating powerful and slow as it flew out of the window, with May soaring effortlessly beside it.

The wind rushed past May's face, whipping her flowing crest into a frenzy of golden flames that streamed behind her like a banner.

As they were flying, May's body continued to grow, her wingspan expanding until she was the size of an adult Moltres. The wind rushed past her, whipping her flowing crest into a frenzy of golden flames that streamed behind her like a banner. The sensation of flight was exhilarating, her body slicing through the air with ease as she reveled in the feeling of her powerful wings beating against the wind.

The Pidgeot, still flying beside her, led the way to Ash/Zeus and Astrea.