[Pretty NSFW - Very suggestive, but no direct smut scenes!]
🍃 Not even lust can be masked by magic forever.
As a Pokémon Trainer, your job is set: grow alongside your partner, Meowscarada, and take on whatever the cruel world might throw at you.
It...
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2 years ago...
She's doing it again. You only leave the room for a minute to grab a morning snack, and when you return, the first thing you see is your partner burying her nose all in your dirty clothes from the night before. She's propped up on the bed, tail wagging uncontrollably as she digs her face into the deepest reaches of your sweaty, unwashed shirt and a pair of your sweatpants. The one outfit you climbed out of before bed.
"Not again," you huff and hustle over to her to retrieve your clothes. "Cut that out, creep!"
When you try to take back what rightfully belongs to you, your Floragato resists. She grasps the items tighter. You're forced to start wrestling with her, going back and forth with her in a game of tug of war that quickly escalates to your partner swatting your hands and hissing at you. She definitely doesn't wanna give it up. Lately she's been addicted to sniffing your clothes. Seems she isn't keen on cutting down on this issue.
"We talked about this," you grunt, pulling harder. "No more... smelling... my stuff!"
"Floraaa...!"
With one free paw, she brandishes her yo-yo, quickly throwing it out into the air — aimed directly at you. You're too slow to avoid it so that thing, solid as a rock, hits you square on the forehead, doinking you so hard you think you're gonna be seeing stars. The impact makes you drop the tug of war, and instead drop to the floor... making your feline partner the victor. As usual. This cat always gets what she wants, even if it's the most devious things. Your shoes. Your shirt. Pants, shorts, hoodies...
Oh, and don't forget the time she snatched your underwear. You hadn't been wearing them very long but were still subjected to the torment of watching her give them a good ole whiff. Front to back.
"Oww..." You sit up carefully, caressing the center of your forehead where the yo-yo struck. If it can even be called such a thing. She uses it like a murder weapon. "You really gotta quit this..."
Flora disregards you, only interested in enclosing herself in your scent and the smell of stale clothes that certainly need a wash. She goes from sniffing all over your shirt to throwing it on, but of course it's too big for her and hangs on her body like an oversized curtain. Looking over at her, you barely stifle a laugh at how silly she looks. If she wasn't small already, the massive shirt makes her look even tinier.
Right... she always has her adorable moments. Even amidst the torture she puts you through, these moments are commonplace.
"Fine," you sigh, getting to your feet. "You can keep my clothes for now. But I'm doing laundry tonight so you'd better make it count."
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