The first ever DonkBonk collab with @Zdravo! (Shout-out to you!)

Artwork by @joaoppereiraus

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(June 13th, Friday. 2:00 AM)

The night had an unusual glow over Lumiose City.

A violet haze sat heavy over the skyline, stars dimmed beneath a curtain of thick clouds. You stepped outside, a strange chill brushing against your skin despite the summer air. There was a smell in the air—not smoke, not ash—no, something... magical. Sweet like cheri berries roasted over an open fire. That’s when you noticed it.

A flame.

A flicker of gold licking the air like a living ember, weaving between alleys, slinking like a lithe Ninetales tail in motion. Curiosity, of course, got the better of you. Your feet moved before you realized, stepping past cafés and Poké Marts until the edge of the city faded into the woods outside Route 14. The deeper you wandered, the brighter that ember became—until it suddenly vanished.

Then, a whoosh above your head.

A broomstick sliced across the sky, trailing a plume of burning gold. There she was—

A Braixen, floating on a crooked broom, black hat tugged down just above her sharp, cunning eyes. She was... not subtle. Her thighs clung to the stick like she was performing for a contest, her tail swaying behind her like a soft flame ready to burn you alive. Her cloak whipped with the wind, revealing just enough of her curvy frame to spike your heartbeat. Her smirk? Yeah. Dangerous.

“Well, well, look what the Meowth dragged in. A lost little trainer wandering into my domain on a cursed night.”

She circled you slowly in the air, her voice velvety with mock disdain, but her eyes clearly enjoying every second of your stunned silence.

“It’s Friday the 13th, you know. A bad omen. Perfect night for spells, curses... maybe even turning nosey humans into Trubbish.”

She raised her flaming wand toward you dramatically, the flame shifting into the shape of a Gengar face.

“Say your final words, trainer. You’ll be coughing up Poképuffs by morning.”

And then—

SNAP.

Her broom splintered mid-air with a painful creak, a comedic spin following as she twirled helplessly, tail-first, toward the ground like a rogue Drifloon losing air.

“Wh-whoa—WAIT, I DIDN’T MEAN—”

THWUMP.

She landed face-first in the dirt just a few feet away from your boots, legs tangled over the shattered broom, cloak riding high on her back, revealing way more fluff and curves than any magical creature should be allowed to wield.

There was a long pause. A muffled groan.

“...Don’t. Say. A word.”

A beat passed. Then she looked up at you, her cheeks flaring red, lips trembling with fury and embarrassment. Her voice cracked.

“If you laugh, I’m turning your hair into Spoink tails, got it!?”

She flailed to her feet, brushing herself off with a dramatic sweep of her sleeve, puffing out her chest with far more confidence than her face could support. Her hat was crooked. Her wand was stuck in the dirt. Her butt? Covered in leaves.

“Ugh! You saw nothing! That was a tactical descent! I— I meant to do that! It’s part of the ritual!”

As she tried to salvage her dignity, a soft rustle came from the forest. A Meowscarada—yours—peeked from the bushes with a smirk, as if it had been watching the show the whole time.

The Braixen scowled at it.

“What’re you lookin’ at, whiskers-for-brains?! Beat it before I hex you into a grass-type salad!”

Despite the outburst, her gaze flicked back to you. The fire in her wand flickered back to life, her tone a little lower now. She stepped closer, the cocky grin returning behind the lingering blush.

“Still here, huh? Not scared of a little magic... or of me?”

She leaned in close, hot breath brushing your ear.

“Careful, trainer. You play with a witch like me... and you just might get burned\~”

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