A mighty legendary like Zekrom is nothing to be trifled with, especially when they have reason to believe you mean to bring their peers harm. Looks like Zekrom has found such a nefarious group of individuals, and has no intent to let their efforts continue.

I guess this is the first non-fetish/pornographic post I've made, even if it is technically a prelude to lewd things. Regardless, I think this looks awesome,  nappywolf did an incredible job with this (their upload can be found here), and it's nice to have an actually badass picture of Zekrom without any kink stuff in it. I can even use it as an icon! (Which I am currently doing)

This is technically the first in a series of three images, the other two are not as innocent as this one however, you've been warned, especially if you're not familiar with what I post. If you're not into ageplay stuff, just leave it at this image and move along.

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This was definitely the place.

Even if Zekrom hadn’t been able to vaguely sense his counterpart’s presence within the innocent looking building, all the clues and research he’d done had made it perfectly clear that despite all attempts to imply otherwise, this was no ordinary daycare center. Its exterior may have looked the part; cheerful, welcoming signage and decorations around colorful walls, a fenced off playground around the back, the innocently looking lobby that could be seen through the large front windows, it was all seemingly standard, but it was all a facade.

The first clear oddity one would find if they looked into the establishment was its location, out on the edge of town, and what was largely an industrial sector at that. It wasn’t immediately obvious, but it was also a good ways away from any residential area, at least a 45 minute drive from the nearest normal house. For a service that theoretically required a twice daily commute to utilize, that was a bit of a tall order for any sort of family unit when it was placed in such a remote location, even the nearest rural homestead Zekrom had discovered had been over a half an hour away, so he seriously doubted any country folk were giving them any of their already dubious business.

The second issue with this place only compounded the first, as Zekrom had been unable to find any sort of evidence of advertising, or even a way to get in touch. No website, no application process, no phone number, nothing. It wasn’t even on any map, physical or electronic, recent or old, the only external reference the legendary dragon had found to this place was the land’s legal documents and permits, which had all exclusively claimed this plot of land was home to a “storage warehouse”. A clear sign of underhanded handovers and hush money if Zekrom had ever seen one.

Then there was all the smaller oddities, like the playground looking as if it had never been used, the size being much larger than any daycare Zekrom had ever seen, and the fact that it was surprisingly difficult to find, boxed in by other large buildings with only a single road leading onto the street.

The first time he had stumbled across this place, it had been in the dead of night, without a single sign of anyone around for miles. Today however, he had covertly staked out the building for about an hour now, watching the occasional pokemon touch down or pull up in a vehicle before entering, most likely the “staff”, given that he had yet to see any of them leave, and that they were all alone.

More importantly however, as soon as he had arrived, he had finally felt that familiar tug in the back of his mind, the immaterial signal that his twin soul was near. It was quite a relief to be honest, even if it did make it clear that Reshiram was in serious trouble. She’d been missing for months at this point, and after hitting dead end after dead end trying to find her and her abductors, Zekrom had begun to grow discouraged, but now he’d finally caught up with her. He still had no idea what sort of operation had managed to kidnap and disappear a legendary pokemon of their caliber, but that could be handled later, his counterpart’s safety came first.

And so here he was lying in wait. The more cautious side of himself insisting that it would be better to wait until whatever means had been used to transport his cosmic opposite returned and took her away from what was undoubtedly a well guarded facility, while his more emotional half wanted to get her away from these freaks as soon as possible, no matter how difficult a fight it may prove.

That latter course of action, as unwise and reckless as it seemed on the surface, quickly began to seem like the better option as he considered his circumstances. He had no way of knowing how she was being moved, and secretive tunnels or worse yet, teleportation could very well be on the table. If they managed to get her away, and noticed him scoping them out, then it was entirely possible for her to vanish again, and he couldn’t allow that.

The more he thought about it, the more unsure he was about even his ability to follow a simple van or such without drawing suspicion, stealth had never been his strong suit. That just left one option, a frontal assault before they could realize he had found them and either prepare or disappear entirely. He couldn’t miss this chance, Reshiram was in there, and he was going to get her out.

Zekrom waited only a few minutes more, concentrating as he tried his absolute hardest to identify where exactly within the large structure Reshiram was currently being held. Launching himself into the wrong room would only cause more trouble than necessary, so he needed to get this right…

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…There. Second floor, to the right of the back wall. She was a few feet away from the exterior, out in a hall at worst.

The black dragon didn’t dare waste another second, his tail revving to life as he set his jaw. Power coursed through his body as his muscles tensed in anticipation. The quiet whirling of his onboard generator steadily grew in pitch, and the very instant it reached its peak, Zekrom shot forward like a lightning bolt, arcs of electricity bouncing across his body as he flew.

Zekrom grit his teeth as he collided with the wall, feeling it strain and crack before finally buckling, chunks of cement and broken pieces of rebar flying through the air as he crashed through the reinforced structure. Sparks flew through the air as rubble scattered across the floor beyond, their source quickly glancing about the room for any sign of his objective, fully believing himself to be ready for anything he was about to see…