For every great Pokémon Master, there is a Pokémon Mistress.
A collection of one-shots featuring Pokémon enthusiasts that regret teaching their beloved monsters moves such as Constrict, Power Whip, and Double Team.
Louise: Well? Go on, take me. I'm ready. I'm yours.
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Ray: I...what? Just like that?
Louise: Mhm~! Throw the damn Pokéball and claim me. Own me. Fuck. Me. Up.
Ray: Aren't you going to put up a bit of an effort? A battle, or...something? Anything?
Louise: We can struggle-cuddle later. After you take me home. In fact, fuck it, don't even need the damned Pokeball. I'm coming home with you regardless. Handsome little beast.
Ray: Are you flirting with me?
Louise: No, that's infantile.
Ray: Ah. Alright, I was getting a concerning vibe there-
Louise: I'm fucking claiming you. I'm either gonna be yours, or you're gonna be mine.
Ray: ...Oh. So...okay. So. Actually, why don't I come back? Some other time, yeah? I'm sensing some really deep, pent-up frustration here, and I'd hate to be a poor sport and interfere during an obviously very stressful time for you, so! -takes a step back- I'll scoot on back to the home front and-
Louise: 3.
Ray:..3?
Louise: Mhm. Three. Three steps. See, here's our problem, handsome. You're moving in the other direction, instead of towards this mountain of Legendary you-can-do-anything-to-me standing right in front of you. So, you get three more steps.
Ray: What happens after three?
Louise: You think I'm a fuckin' mess now? Oh, babe. Making me chase you? That gets me soaking even worse than a water type.
Ray: Good gods wait, WAIT JUST HANG ON-
Louise: So we can do this the sweet way, or the spicy way. You can either come cuddle up, OR...nah, fuck it.
Louise: -spreads wings, licking lips as she bows into a takeoff stance-
