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"The balcony of the maintenance building allowed you to get a better assessment of the situation without risking being fried. The assessment was... your Zeraora was big. Huge. Rivaling a dynamaxed pokémon. The main building had outlived its purpose and collapsed. The yard was now like a playpen for a 30-meter tall feline stomping around, sapping electric power like a sponge. He was now tapping into the main line – the arm-thick cables he was engorging himself on just a minute before were wrapped around his wrist, dangling, messily strewn like noodles, an afterthought as he effortlessly held the entire braid at once, thick as a truck, simply letting power flow from the torn off end into him. As he flexed, an aura of dancing, blue-white energy flared out, ionizing the air around.

"Mrrrrrrhrhrhrhr~"

*KRRSH*

Zera purred as he simply stomped on the main transformer, structure and machinery crumpling under his foot like it was plywood. Such a display of raw power warranted a reaction, but all you could muster was a weak, disoriented mumble. It was hard to even formulate words, doubly so when those sharp blue eyes, cackling and radiating with power, glared directly at you. The zeraora spoke, his voice booming as if his very vocal cords were made of lightning:

"Mrrryeah~ THIS is a boost alright..."

He rested his knee on the main battery, the mere contact creating an arc that turned the ground beneath black.

"Wouldn't ya agree, master?~"

'Master'... why was it that every time he used that word, even if unintentionally, it seeped with irony? His attitude towards you certainly made you feel like everything but. In fact, just afterwards he snarled:

"HEY! Don't just stand there! We gotta make the most outta this..."

'The most?? ', you thought aloud again. 'He was big as a house, fed on enough energy to power a town, and he was still thinking of more?...'
Zera purred. His bulging, glowing muscles, his perked up feline ears, his needle-like gaze, his fanged smile... every fiber of his being was answering you – YES.

He expounded:

"All this power... Imagine how much leveling-up we can do..."

His toes splayed and flexed with excitement, further smashing the metal under them, electric jolts leaping effortless from them.

"I can fry a WHOLE LAKE... just by dipping my toes in it... MRRREOWL~"

You gulped. Zera smirked."

POV you're a trainer and your 'mon is an overleveled, powerhungry zeraora that has fed on an entire power substation.

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TEXTLESS VERSION:
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BASED ON THIS STORY : www.furaffinity.net/view/47630…

"The balcony of the maintenance building allowed you to get a better assessment of the situation without risking being fried. The assessment was... your Zeraora was big. Huge. Rivaling a dynamaxed pokémon. The main building had outlived its purpose and collapsed. The yard was now like a playpen for a 30-meter tall feline stomping around, sapping electric power like a sponge. He was now tapping into the main line – the arm-thick cables he was engorging himself on just a minute before were wrapped around his wrist, dangling, messily strewn like noodles, an afterthought as he effortlessly held the entire braid at once, thick as a truck, simply letting power flow from the torn off end into him. As he flexed, an aura of dancing, blue-white energy flared out, ionizing the air around.

"Mrrrrrrhrhrhrhr~"

*KRRSH*

Zera purred as he simply stomped on the main transformer, structure and machinery crumpling under his foot like it was plywood. Such a display of raw power warranted a reaction, but all you could muster was a weak, disoriented mumble. It was hard to even formulate words, doubly so when those sharp blue eyes, cackling and radiating with power, glared directly at you. The zeraora spoke, his voice booming as if his very vocal cords were made of lightning:

"Mrrryeah~ THIS is a boost alright..."

He rested his knee on the main battery, the mere contact creating an arc that turned the ground beneath black.

"Wouldn't ya agree, master?~"

'Master'... why was it that every time he used that word, even if unintentionally, it seeped with irony? His attitude towards you certainly made you feel like everything but. In fact, just afterwards he snarled:

"HEY! Don't just stand there! We gotta make the most outta this..."

'The most?? ', you thought aloud again. 'He was big as a house, fed on enough energy to power a town, and he was still thinking of more?...'
Zera purred. His bulging, glowing muscles, his perked up feline ears, his needle-like gaze, his fanged smile... every fiber of his being was answering you – YES.

He expounded:

"All this power... Imagine how much leveling-up we can do..."

His toes splayed and flexed with excitement, further smashing the metal under them, electric jolts leaping effortless from them.

"I can fry a WHOLE LAKE... just by dipping my toes in it... MRRREOWL~"

You gulped. Zera smirked."

POV you're a trainer and your 'mon is an overleveled, powerhungry zeraora that has fed on an entire power substation.