The Pokémon region of Pleasuredea

Encounter Eighty-one: Magnemite

Marnie strolled through a peaceful park in the Galar region, her signature punk-rock look contrasting with the serene surroundings. The black and pink hues of her outfit made her stand out as usual, but today she wore a soft, playful smile. A curious Magnemite floated by, catching her attention.

Marnie crouched down to meet the Magnemite at eye level, its magnets spinning slowly. "Oi, what's a cute little one like you doin' here, eh? You lost?" She reached out and gently patted the floating Pokémon, which buzzed happily in response.

As she held the Magnemite, Marnie sighed with a mix of exasperation and determination. "Augh, sometimes I feel like people think punk girls like me don't like havin' fun! But, honestly..." She grinned mischievously, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "...I just wanna squeeze a cute trainer's bumcheeks—y'know, only if they're cool with it. Consent and all that!" She laughed to herself and hugged the Magnemite, who spun its magnets in approval.

Just then, the Magnemite buzzed and floated higher into the air, leading Marnie down the path. Intrigued, she followed it until she spotted another trainer sitting on a bench. It was Marlene from the Pleasuredea region, her face flushed as she fiddled nervously with her Pokéball keychain.

Marlene's outfit—a delicate mix of pastel blues and whites—was a sharp contrast to Marnie's bold punk attire. She noticed Marnie and immediately turned redder than a Cheri Berry. Her thoughts had been spiraling moments ago. I just... I really wanna pet someone's soft, cute buttcheeks... and maybe... maybe they could pet mine too? Gently, of course! Oh gosh, why am I even thinking this?

Marnie approached her with a confident strut, the Magnemite circling above. "Hey, you alright? You look like you've just seen a ghost Pokémon or somethin'." She plopped down on the bench next to Marlene, her mischievous grin ever present.

Marlene stammered, trying to compose herself. "O-Oh! Um, hi! I'm fine, really... just... uh..." She avoided Marnie's piercing yet kind gaze, her thoughts betraying her again. She's so cool... and her attitude is kinda cute too... what if she—

Marnie leaned back, crossing her legs. "Name's Marnie. What's yours?"

"M-Marlene..." she squeaked, clutching her keychain tighter.

"Well, Marlene, you seem nice enough." Marnie smirked, leaning in a little closer. "Let me guess—ya got somethin' on your mind. I'm good at pickin' up on that sorta thing."

Marlene froze, her cheeks blazing. "I-I, uh... it's nothing, really! Just... um..." She took a deep breath, deciding to test the waters. "D-Do you ever think about... um... being close to someone? Like, uh, hugging or... um... petting?"

Marnie raised an eyebrow, then chuckled softly. "Aye, you're a bold one, aren't ya? Can't lie, I do like a bit o' closeness. Ain't nothin' wrong with wantin' to give someone a good squeeze—if they're cool with it, o' course."

Marlene's heart skipped a beat. "R-Really? You think so?"

"'Course I do!" Marnie gave her a playful nudge. "Tell ya what—how 'bout we start with somethin' simple, yeah? Like this." She reached over and gave Marlene a friendly, warm hug, her cheek resting briefly against hers. "There. See? Nothin' to stress about."

Marlene melted into the hug, her nerves easing. "T-Thank you, Marnie... that was... really nice."

Marnie pulled back, her grin softening into a genuine smile. "Anytime, Marlene. Us girls gotta stick together, yeah? And hey... if ya ever wanna talk about soft, cute things..." She winked, "...you can count on me."

Marlene fidgeted shyly, her cheeks flushed as she turned to Marnie, who was leaning casually against the bench, her usual cool demeanor intact. "S-So, Marnie... I was wondering about something..." Marlene began, her voice trailing off as she fiddled with the hem of her skirt.