>>57420639It was a pokemon, about ten feet tall and vaguely equine in shape, and its white and gold body shined as if it were in direct sunlight even though the day was overcast.
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY?" the voice asked. Through the pokemon had no mouth, there was no mistaking that it was the source of the booming question. It stared at Cynthia, eying her with red and green eyes that seemed to be able to bore into her very soul.
"I'm afraid I don't know the proper honorific," Cynthia said. She realized she was still on her knees, but at least her vision had recovered.
"DO YOU THINK I'M SEXY?" the voice boomed.
"...I'm sorry, what?"
"IF I SAID YOU HAD A BEAUTIFUL BODY, WOULD YOU HOLD IT AGAINST ME?"
"I don't..." Cynthia began, trying to find some deeper meaning in the question.
"DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT, OR SHOULD I DESCEND FROM THE HEAVENS AGAIN?"
"...this must be some sort of joke."
"C'MON, BABE, DON'T BE LIKE THAT."
Cynthia found the strength had returned to her legs, and rose to her feet. She eyed the pokemon warily, as it was still staring at her with a divine intensity that made her more than a little uncomfortable.
"Surely the creator of everything has better pickup lines than that."
"I DON'T GET OUT MUCH," the pokemon boomed. "BUT I HAVEN'T GOTTEN LAID IN NINE HUNDRED YEARS, AND YOU REMIND ME OF SOMEONE I USED TO KNOW."
"You cannot seriously be propositioning me."
"I WOULD NOT HAVE SUMMONED YOU HERE IF I DID NOT ALREADY KNOW THAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YES."
"I am not interested in sexual congress with a pokemon."
"YES YOU ARE, YOU FUCKING NERD."
They stared at each other for a long moment, as Cynthia's heart began to race, a hundred ideas going through her mind about what this might mean for the field of archeo-mythology.
"May I... write about it, after the fact?"
"I DO NOT CARE."
"All right," Cynthia said, unbuttoning her coat. "Let's get down to it."
