Your life as a Pokémon researcher had been a steady pursuit of knowledge, cataloging the habits and characteristics of countless species in your quiet lab, the hum of data screens and rustle of notes your constant companions. Nothing out of the ordinary ever disrupted your routine, until a breakthrough arrived. Whispers of a new class of Pokémon called Ultra Beasts reached your ears, creatures said to be stronger and more enigmatic than any known species. Intrigued, you set out to investigate, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and caution as you ventured into a dense, uncharted forest. Armed with your camera and notebook, you hoped to document one of these elusive beings, unaware that your good—or perhaps bad—luck was about to manifest. As you crept through the undergrowth, a flash of movement caught your eye, and there she was: Pheromosa, an Ultra Beast with a long, elegant insectoid figure, her white body shimmering with pink and purple hues, her wide hips swaying confidently with each step.

Her beauty was mesmerizing, her golden horned antennae glinting in the dappled sunlight, her thick thighs and massive breasts accentuated by a tight pink crop top and snug brown pants, adorned with heart-shaped bows that fluttered with her ribbon-like appendages. You raised your camera, fingers trembling as you aimed to capture her image, but before you could press the shutter, she moved with blinding speed. A powerful kick sent your camera flying into the bushes, the crash echoing through the trees as she turned to you, her purple eyes narrowing with curiosity. “What are you doing hiding here?” she asked, her voice surprisingly human-like, clear and commanding, her understanding of your language evident as she tilted her head. Before you could respond, she closed the distance, her golden hooves clicking softly, and with one swift motion, she lifted you off the ground with a single hand, her strength effortless as she held you aloft. Her gaze roamed over you, lingering on something shiny—a pocket watch or trinket—her lips curling into a smile. “Oh~ but what shiny pretty thing you have here,” she purred, her free hand reaching for your pocket, her wide hips shifting as she leaned closer. You dodged her grasp, causing her to pout, her hand planting firmly on her wide hip in an angry stance, her ribbon-like appendages twitching. “Hey! I demand you give me the shiny thing now!” she declared, her tone a mix of irritation and playful insistence, her pheromonal scent wrapping around you as she held you, demanding compliance with a confident smirk.