Pokémon Legendary: An Adult Pokémon Story
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 13
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 13 - An adult semi-erotic Pokémon story set in a more realistic and brutal Pokémon world. Follow a Pokémon Region Champion as he and his rivals race to unlock the secrets of Legendary and mythical Pokémon while facing an unknown threat unlike anything he's faced before. Our champion and rivals will put their lives on the line as they face lethal puzzles, god-tier Pokemon, a deadly stalker, an evil alliance, and the the most powerful trainers in the world.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Cheating Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Hispanic Female White Couple Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Public Sex
More operatives poured in through the smoke, black-armored and armed to the teeth, surrounding Ace, Phillip, and Phoebe in a tightening circle. The hum of charged weapons filled the air. Saur, Blaze, and Crush stepped forward, teeth bared, ready to fight to the last breath.
Ghetsis was still smiling, clearly enjoying the stunned and grim looks on their faces.
“Despite the damage you caused, I’d like to thank the three of you for coming aboard our ship.” He said. “It’s made your apprehension so much simpler.”
He turned slightly, gesturing toward the assembled villains, both in person and on the screens behind him.
“Now, gentlemen ... what shall we do with our guests?”
Archie laughed, rolling a toothpick between his teeth. “I say we have a little fun with ‘em. Douse ‘em in chum and drop ‘em into a Sharpedo pit. Let’s see how long the tough ones last.”
“As amusing as that would be...,” Lysandre began on his screen, “I say we take their Pokémon companions and let these three watch as their partners are disposed of one by one. Afterwards, throw them in a cell where they can think about it and rot.
“Just shoot them and be done with it.” Cyrus said flatly, his voice still lacking any emotion.
“They could have useful information,” Maxie chimed in on his screen. “Perhaps we hold them and utilize intense interrogation methods until they’ve outlived their usefulness...”
Giovanni didn’t speak right away. He stared intensely at Ace as if he wanted to say something to him and him alone. Something that never came.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion tore through the western wall. Metal screamed, and operatives were launched across the room, limbs flailing, guns spinning away. Smoke and fire flooded the deck.
“Move!” Ace instinctively yelled to Phillip and Phoebe.
They dove for cover as Phillip and Phoebe followed, their Pokémon shielding them from flying debris.
Through the haze, a bright white flash cut through the smoke, and then came the sound of wings. A Togekiss burst through the hole in the hull, wings gleaming in the red light, firing Dazzling Gleam after Dazzling Gleam into the chaos below, and riding on top of it was...
“Mikaela!” Ace shouted.
“Sky, again!” She shouted from atop her Fairy Pokémon.
Her Togekiss banked sharply, easily dodging oncoming gunfire as it fired another round of Dazzling Gleam and took out another squad of operatives.
Then, a sudden shimmer in the air, a Dragapult materialized midair, letting out a piercing shriek before firing twin Dragon Darts. The explosive projectiles detonated across the bridge, hurling soldiers in every direction.
The ceiling gave way as two more massive shapes dove in through the smoke, Gyarados, Talonflame, and Xatu, their trainers riding atop them.
On Gyarados’ back drenched from the sea but alive and furious, was another woman who Ace recognized as Chelsea Gomez. Amber Pennebaker gracefully rode her Talonflame, and Lucy Simon clung to her Xatu. The Calypso Island gym leaders had come to their rescue. The Dragapult must have belonged to Angelina.
“Maria Bella sends her regards!” Chelsea bellowed.
Talonflame strafed the bridge, sending jets of fire streaking across the metal floor, while Xatu used its Psychic power to block bullets and bring grunts to their knees screaming in pain and clutching their heads.
From behind the smoke, Mary Mortima’s Gengar materialized, hurling Shadow Balls into a group of armed guards.
Dragapult swooped alongside Mikaela’s Togekiss, the two champions of light and shadow carving through Plasma’s soldiers like thunder and lightning.
For the first time since boarding the ship, Ace allowed himself a small, fierce smile.
Phillip looked at him, grinning despite the chaos. “Guess the cavalry’s here.”
Phoebe cracked her knuckles. “About damn time.”
Ace’s voice was low, steady, filled with pride. “Let’s make it count.”
A Honchkrow and a Metagross swooped through the shattered hull, carrying the rest of the Calypso Gym Leaders in a blazing formation.
They were all here. The best of Calypso. The strongest of the Divine League.
“Dragapult, Draco Meteor!” Angelina Rohan shouted, her voice cutting through the din. The spectral dragon soared high, gathering cosmic energy before unleashing a rain of burning meteors that tore through Plasma’s forces like artillery.
“Shady, use Dark Pulse!” Malinda Olivares yelled, her Honchkrow banking hard and releasing a pulse of dark energy that seared through a squad of operatives.
Gianna Mercury stood tall on the back of her Metagross, wind whipping through her hair as sparks flashed from the creature’s limbs.
“Xavier, Protect! Cover Ace and the others!”
Her Metagross slammed its arms into the deck, a shimmering blue barrier spreading outward like a rippling dome. Bullets and blasts deflected harmlessly off it. Ace turned, scanning through the haze of smoke and red emergency light.
“SHIT!” he snapped.
Phoebe turned, startled. “What?!”
“They’re gone!” Ace barked, his eyes wild. “Ghetsis, Cyrus, Giovanni, they must’ve slipped out during the chaos. Escape pods or transport corridor, doesn’t matter!”
Phillip swore under his breath. “They must have taken the emergency corridor to the lower hangar. I noticed it on the schematics. Son of a bitch. We had them.”
“Forget them for now!” Phoebe said, loading another Poké Ball into her hand. “If they left, they’re not going to let us just walk out of here alive. This place is gonna self-destruct any minute.”
Ace clenched his jaw, rage and clarity sharpening his tone. “Then we take everyone we can and get the hell off this ship.”
He turned toward the others.
“Gianna, Angelina, Amber, evacuate the injured and the civilians on board. Mikaela, you’re with us. We’re finding that control core before they wipe Lugia’s signal.”
Angelina smiled, fire in her eyes. “Not our first rodeo, Ace. We got this.”
Ace gave her a warm smile in acknowledgment.
Red emergency lights pulsed like a heartbeat through the corridor as sirens wailed overhead. The deck pitched violently, metal groaning as explosions rippled from somewhere deep within the ship’s hull.
Ace, Mikaela, Phillip, and Phoebe sprinted through the narrow passage, their Pokémon clearing a path ahead. Saur’s vines ripped through collapsed beams, Blaze melted sealed doors, and Crush doused fires with bursts of pressurized water.
Behind them, Metagross hovered, carrying a cluster of wounded operatives that Gianna had ordered saved despite protests. Her voice echoed faintly from the comms:
“Everyone, fall back to the hangar! We’re pulling every survivor out now!”
Another blast rocked the corridor, flinging Ace against the bulkhead. Sparks showered down as he steadied himself, coughing through the smoke.
“Come on! Control room’s ahead!” he shouted.
Mikaela followed close behind, her Togekiss weaving above the group, projecting shimmering barriers of light to deflect falling debris. “You realize we’re inside a flying bomb right now, right?!” she yelled.
“Then let’s make sure it doesn’t reach the city!” Phoebe responded.
They burst through the final door into the main control core. It was a circular chamber filled with consoles, glowing red displays, and a massive central pillar of humming machinery. Electricity arced wildly across the ceiling, and one of the side panels was blown open with wires sparking violently.
Phoebe ran to the console, her eyes scanning the data. “The reactor’s destabilizing! The control signal Ghetsis was using..., it’s feeding back into the core!”
Ace was already working on the other terminal. “Can we shut it down?”
Phoebe’s brow furrowed. “Not safely. If we pull the plug too fast, this thing will go nuclear.”
Phillip’s gaze flicked toward the massive control tower in the center of the room, its glow pulsing in rhythm with the flickering light of Lugia outside through the window. “Then we do it manually.”
He stepped toward it.
“Whoa, hold up!” Mikaela grabbed his arm. “That thing’s throwing off enough voltage to cook you alive!”
Phillip pulled free. “We don’t have time. If this ship detonates over the city, tens of thousands die.”
Phoebe’s voice cracked, panic slipping through. “Phillip—”
Phillip didn’t look back. He tossed her a half-smile over his shoulder. “Trust me.”
He sprinted toward the control core, the floor trembling beneath him. Energy pulsed around the column in violent waves, like a heartbeat gone mad. Phillip reached the base, jammed open the emergency access panel, and began ripping out cords and bypass wires with his bare hands.
Sparks exploded across his forearms, burning through his jacket. Alarms shrieked louder.
Ace shouted from the console. “Core integrity collapsing! Thirty seconds before critical!”
Mikaela turned toward Phoebe. “We have to pull him out!”
Phoebe’s jaw tightened. “No. We hold this line until he’s done. Blaze! protect him!”
Blaze planted itself between Phillip and the collapsing ceiling, wings flaring wide as it unleashed a wall of fire, vaporizing falling debris before it could crush him.
Phillip roared as he wrenched free the final conduit, shoving his hand against the manual override switch. The column’s blinding light flared one last time ... then flickered and died.
The sudden silence was deafening. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Phoebe looked at her readout, voice trembling.
“ ... He did it. The control feed’s offline.”
“You got balls of steel man!” Ace shouted enthusiastically at Phillip.
Phillip grinned.
The floor bucked beneath them again, harder this time.
Mikaela’s eyes widened. “Yeah, great job hero! now let’s GET THE HELL OUT!”
The group tore back into the hangar bay as explosions rippled through the ship’s spine. Flames licked across the ceiling. The remaining Calypso Gym Leaders had regrouped, shouting orders over the roar of engines and collapsing metal.
Chelsea’s Gyarados was already in the water below, roaring up at them.
Amber’s Talonflame circled overhead, dropping fireballs on attacking drones that tried to block the exits.
Gianna stood on Metagross’ back, shouting, “Everyone on board! The ship’s going down!”
Ace grabbed Phillip by the shoulder. “You good?”
Phillip’s arms were scorched, smoke curling from his jacket, but his grin was steady. “Been worse.”
Phoebe gave him a look equal parts exasperation and relief. “You are out of your damn mind.”
Mikaela laughed breathlessly. “And yet somehow still alive.”
The hangar floor cracked as the airship tilted violently toward the sea.
Gianna screamed over the wind. “NOW OR NEVER!”
Ace threw out a Poké Ball and then vaulted onto Draco’s back as it swooped through the open hangar.
Phillip mounted Blaze and Phoebe recalled Crush and climbed on to Blaze behind Phillip, holding on to his waist. Mikaela was back on Sky, her Togekiss.
The hangar bay disintegrated behind them in a plume of fire as they launched into the night sky, the ocean and burning city below.
Below them, the airship’s reactor core finally gave way—
BOOOOOOOOM!
A column of white-hot light erupted from the vessel’s center, engulfing the remains of the fortress in a storm of flame and steam. The shockwave hit a second later, tossing waves across the bay and shaking every building in Maria Bella.
Ace turned, watching as the ship split apart and plunged into the ocean.
“End of the line,” he muttered.
Mikaela pulled alongside him, wind tearing through her hair. “You think that killed them?”
Ace’s expression darkened. “No. Ghetsis doesn’t die easy.”
The last remnants of the airship vanished beneath the sea, leaving only fire on the water and the sound of distant sirens.
Draco’s wings flared. Ace glanced down at the burning horizon.
“It’s not over.”
They flew back to the city where Lugia still circled over the buildings but was flying erratically as if it was struggling to make sense of where it even was.
Phillip suddenly leapt from Blaze’s back, dropping nearly twenty feet to the roof of an abandoned building. His knees buckled from the impact, but he steadied himself and looked skyward. He then looked out, watching Lugia carefully. Ace and Phoebe landed beside him a minute later.
“What are you doing?” Phoebe asked Phillip. “It’s not safe here.”
“Look.” Phillip said pointing at Lugia.
Lugia looked like it was in pain. Its eyes kept opening and closing and they flashed yellow on and off again.
Ace’s fists clenched. “The cannon’s gone. Why is it still—”
“Residual interference,” Phillip cut in. “Its mind is still trapped in the echo of the signal.”
Phillip returned Blaze to its Poké Ball. Then he stepped forward, soaked, limping, but resolute.
“I got this.” He said calmly.
He reached into his pack and withdrew a small, silvery feather that shimmered faintly even in the smoke-choked air.
“It’s still dangerous. I’ve got to stop it here, and that means capturing it.”
Ace and Phoebe both turned to stare at him.
“You’re going to battle it?” Ace asked. “Alone?”
He reached into his pack and withdrew a small, silvery feather that shimmered faintly even in the smoke-choked air. It was the Silver Wing, said to resonate only with hearts the seas deemed worthy.
“I’ve got the Silver wing. Plus, it’s only right.” Phillip said. He then turned to Ace and gave him a small smile. “Don’t look at me like that. You would do the same thing.”
Ace couldn’t help but smile back. “You know what? You’re right.”
“Phillip, I really hope you have a plan.” Phoebe said anxiously. “Lugia’s power rivals Regigigas, and it can fly.”
“Lugia is already weakened from battling Ho-Oh earlier.” Phillip said looking confident, “And..., I brought some legendary backup.”
Both Ace’s and Phoebe’s eyebrows raised. Then Ace smiled again.
“Comon Phoebs. Let’s give him some space. He knows what he’s doing.”
Phoebe took one last look at Phillip.
“Good Luck.” she whispered.
“Won’t need it.” Phillip replied, still smiling.
Ace put two fingers in his mouth and whistled. Draco then came swooping in. Ace and Phoebe hopped on his back and flew off leaving Phillip alone to battle the legendary sea guardian.
Phillip raised the Silver Wing toward the sky. The wind shifted. For the first time since the attack began, the storm hesitated. Lugia’s furious cries softened to a low, trembling sound indicating confusion instead of rage.
Lugia’s eyes flickered yellow, then normal, then yellow again. It let out a roar that shook the coast and dove toward him.
Phillip snapped an Ultra Ball from his belt. “Entei, I choose you!”
A thunderous roar split the air as Entei materialized, flames rippling from its mane, paws burning molten footprints into the ruined concrete.
“Entei, Sacred Fire! Drive it down!”
Entei roared, releasing a column of flame that clashed against the frozen gusts, creating a burst of scalding steam that forced Lugia lower toward the waterline.
“Entei, Stone Edge!
Shards of stone erupted from the ground, slamming into Lugia’s underbelly.
Lugia roared in pain, twisting mid-flight, but Phillip wasn’t done.
Phillip sprinted to the edge of the pier, holding the Silver Wing high. The feather’s light grew brighter, resonating with Lugia’s cries.
“Come back to yourself,” Phillip shouted. “You’re not their weapon!”
For one breathless instant, Lugia froze. Its eyes flickered for a moment, then lunged forward again, another urge of wild instinct.
“Extreme Speed!”
Entei blurred forward, crashing into Lugia midair and knocking it back toward the water. Lugia retaliated with a swirling Hydro Pump, slamming into Entei’s flank, but the beast held firm.
“Don’t give it ground! Sacred Fire again!”
Entei’s entire body ignited in gold flame. The jet of purifying fire struck Lugia’s face directly, forcing its eyes to flicker again. For just another moment, the gold faded.
Phillip raised the Silver Wing again. “You can fight it, can’t you? You’re stronger than this!”
Lugia roared, as if in answer, but the yellow glow returned, and it slammed Entei with a crushing Psychic attack, sending the legendary beast tumbling across the rubble.
Phillip grimaced. “Rest, partner.” He recalled Entei, smoke curling from the crater where it had landed on the building next to his.
He grabbed another Ultra ball from his belt.
“Let’s cool things down.”
He hurled the ball.
Articuno burst forth, wings spreading in a blast of snow and wind that blanketed the burning coastline in frost.
Lugia’s storm winds clashed with Articuno’s gale, the two legendaries circling each other in a sky of fire and ice.
“Blizzard!”
The air turned white as the freezing storm struck Lugia, slowing its movements and crystallizing one of its wings.
Lugia retaliated with Aeroblast, shattering the ice and hurling Articuno back. Phillip steadied himself. “Again! Ice Beam! Go straight for the eyes!”
The beam struck true. Lugia shrieked, its golden glow faltering, the corruption flickering violently.
Phillip ran forward, standing at the edge of the pier, Silver Wing raised high.
“Come on, Lugia ... remember who you are!”
The feather’s light pulsed with silver and blue intertwining and reflecting off the waves. Lugia hesitated mid-flight, its cries turning from rage to anguish.
Phillip seized the moment. “Now, Articuno use Hurricane!”
The legendary bird unleashed a vortex of wind that spun Lugia midair, disorienting it.
“Blizzard! One more time!” Phillip bellowed.
Articuno flapped its wings. A fury of freezing snow and wind shot at Lugia who was still caught in a vortex of wind from the previous attack.
Lugia’s whole body and wings were blasted and began to crystallize only this time, the crystallizing continued until Lugia was no longer moving.
It was frozen solid.
Phillip stared up at the frozen form, his breath fogging in the cold air. The Silver Wing pulsed faintly in his hand, as if urging him onward.
“Rest now, Guardian of the Seas.” He said softly as he threw an Ultra Ball.
The ball struck Lugia dead center. A flash of light engulfed the sky. The corrupted guardian vanished. The ball dropped onto a small building below it. One shake. Two. Three. Click.
The sound was soft, almost swallowed by the wind, but everyone heard it.
From up above riding on Draco, Phoebe exhaled, tears mixing with the rain. “He did it...”
Ace grinned faintly, exhaustion softening his features. “He actually did it.”
Articuno landed beside Phillip, wings folding, frost glinting like diamonds across the wreckage. It dropped the Ultra Ball containing Lugia onto the ground next to him. Phillip knelt, retrieving the Ultra Ball, still warm in his palm.
The Silver Wing shimmered in his other hand, glowing softly before its light faded, duty fulfilled.
Phillip looked down at the Ultra Ball, thumb brushing across its smooth surface. “It’s over,” he said quietly.
Draco landed nearby, and Ace hopped off and jogged up beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You saved the city, man.”
Phillip managed a small, weary smile. “Nah, man ... we did.”
The night wind softened. The sea fell still.