When Dragonite arrived back at the site of her cave, a bunch of her girlfriends were there waiting for her, barging her with questions.

"Did you find him?"

"Is he back?"

Dragonite just took out the Pokéball she'd been carrying, and showed it to them proudly.

Her dragonite girlfriends looked at her confused, and she motioned them to take a step back. They did, and Dragonite wound back her arm and tossed the Pokéball.

There was a whirring of energy, and out of the Pokéball appeared Evan, still writhing and moaning in agony.

The Dragonite's looked down on the unfortunate human male, just starring at him in awed befuddlement.

Dragonite looked up at the girls proudly.

Evan realized he was being watched, and managed to pull himself to his knees, still clutching at himself agonizingly, the pain fading much slower than he needed it to. Seeing all these girl dragonites looking down at him intently, he could only blush.

The other dragonites looked at Dragonite in question.

You caught a human?

You caught a BOY!?

Dragonite looked at the boy. She didn't really want a Pokéman if she was being honest, but there was something else he had that she did want back.

She motioned with her paws for him to hand it over. It took him a few moments to realize what she was getting at, but after a moment, through the numbing pain, he realized. Unevenly, he pulled himself to his feet; reaching into his pocket, he withdrew his own dragonite's Pokéball and handed it over.

Dragonite looked at it satisfied, gently tossing it up a few times, feeling its weight.

Then she tossed the Pokéball letting the male dragonite inside out.

As the energy vanished from the air, it became clear that things were not all alright. The Male Dragonite was there, but he was still writhing, clutching at his weakspot, roaring in agony.

Dragonite looked over at Evan.

How hard did you hit him?!

Evan shrugged. To be fair, it had been a heavy Pokéball.

Honestly, she couldn't complain, seeing him in this state was kind of hot.

The Male Dragonite looked up as he noticed all the lady dragonites watching, covering their mouths to hide their giggling. He roared out in humiliation, but the male vulnerability he was putting on display for these girls would continue to be displayed, because right now, he hurt!

There was the sound of clattering rocks to the side, and all turned to look to see Evan's Bulbasaur racing across the cave toward his trainer. As Bulbasaur positioned himself protectively in front of the boy, he glanced back at Evan as if to say, This is the last time I'm sticking my vinewhipers out for you, just saying.

Dragonite turned her attention back to her old crush, writhing on the floor and moaning, fully surrendered to his humiliating fate.

Yeah, he was probably going to need to see a Nurse Joy.

She looked at the Pokéball in her paws sadly. It had never been going to work out anyway. Slowly, she placed the Pokéball in Evan's hands, and looked at him decisively.

Take good care of him.

Evan looked at her, realizing the weight of the situation. He nodded.

Then... "Dragonite, return."

As Evan made his way from Dragonite's cave and into the night toward the nearest Pokémon center, Dragonite watched him go sadly. Nurse Joy would fix her former crush right up, that was certain, but she was a wild Pokémon, and now he was not. Perhaps she would see him again, someday on the deep horizon, or someplace poetic like that, but things between them would never be the same, because he had been captured in a way she never would be.

As she watched him go, the dragonite girlfriends came out beside her, they looked at one-another as if absorbing their thoughts.

And then they all burst out laughing.

Males. Weren't they just something else?

THE END