POKEMON: Flames Of Devotion

Chapter 3: A Joke Loves Sugar

F/B - Favorite Breakfast

P/C - Preferred Car

Narrator's POV

After eating F/B, both Y/N and Chloe started doing our everyday chores. Chloe settled with doing the dishes and vacuuming the living room while Y/N made the beds, worked on his garden, and even mowed the lawn. While Chloe did the dishes, a bit of water splashed on her tank top which passed through the fibers of her tank top, covering her cleavage with water. "Ah shit. I loved this top." She growled as she took her top off and tossed it on the counter, completely unaware of the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. However, she was also oblivious to the fact that Y/N was watching her from the kitchen window while mowing the lawn with a hardened stare. Despite this, Chloe didn't seem to notice until now. She simply smiled and waved at him, blowing a kiss in the process before going back to washing the dishes. Her behavior still prompted Y/N to question if Chloe was not like other Houndooms.

Chloe's POV

"Shit!" I exclaimed as I accidentally sprayed some water on my boobs. "Fuck." I growled as water dripped from my boobs, but I just shook my head and continued washing the dishes without caring about my boobs being drenched with water. "I bet he's still staring~." I giggled while I looked up to see Y/N struggling not to look. I reached for my phone and turned up my music to the max, Y/N paused and I can tell the sudden blast of the music shocked him but he just continued mowing the lawn.

"He's so silly~." I laughed as I still did the dishes, though I wanted to understand something. What was Y/N's life before I came? From what he told me, he was renowned as the best Pokemon Trainer in all of 1273 Rockefeller City, but apparently, the invention of the Anthro-Ball cost him his career. I can understand why he'd hate Dr. Byschoppeson for inventing the Anthro-Ball. But at the same time, I find it admirable that Y/N is still looking on the bright side of things. Even though he's not as popular as he used to be, he's still the best man I can think of. I'm lucky I get to be his woman and I'm almost certain I'm lucky he has a woman like me. Back off bitches, Y/N is off-limits because he's already reached his limit when he met me~.

Little Dark's POV

I was floating around in space as I had a notebook and pen in my slimy hands, trying to come up with outfits I could dress up in to compensate for having a new universe.

"What about a female counterpart?" I asked myself, morphing into my humanoid form, except with a G-cup chest and certified Grade A hips. "Something's missing...oh! Got it!" I exclaimed, tapping my lips and morphing them into plump, purple-lipstick-covered kissable lips.

"FEMALE DARK!" I exclaimed, my boobs jumping up and down in the process. "No, wait. Something else is missing too!" I exclaimed, extending my nails into beautiful glued-on galaxy-styled nails. "Maybe some hair would work too?" I asked myself as beautiful lustrous galaxy-styled hair formed on my head. "Maybe some heels too," I said as two purple heels formed on m my feet. "And..." I fixed my voice box, giving it a seductive female voice.

"And voila! Perfection~" I said, performing a chef's kiss as I put my hands to my hips and shake them around teasingly. "And a unitard to go with it!" I giggled as I morphed a galaxy-styled unitard on me. "I can get used to this~," I said, teleporting into a strip club, and started twirling myself on a stripper pole.

"The old galaxy-reflecting cape look is getting old now. Let's go for a makeover shall we?" I gushed, grinning as I finally crafted a brand new outfit to wear to fit right in with my new universe. "But...people will start simping for me..." I pouted, squeezing my boobs in between my arms as I started loving my female form. I just sighed and morphed back into my slime form, my voice going back to normal.