Guzmania [Guzma x Reader]

Guzmania

Plumeria tasking you to pamper her Pokemon wasn't an uncommon occurrence. You've held a reputation as a naturally talented groomer ever since you first joined Team Skull and the admin was dazzled by the impeccable presentation of your own Pokemon. It wasn't long before the other grunts solicited your expertise as well, seeking you out to be taught a technique or two.

Life in Po Town isn't glamorous, but Team Skull is like family.

Squatting on the second-floor foyer of the reclaimed mansion, Plumeria's Salazzle sits in front of you, faced away. You scoop another heaping of the expensive scale moisturizer, wondering how on earth Plumeria procured it. You realize 'theft' tops the list of possibilities and stop questioning it, working the glop into a thin layer between your hands before applying it to its back, working it in with the practiced motions of your fingers.

"Thanks for holding still for once, Salazzle." The creature turns its head to look at you at the mention of its name, intelligent eyes blinking. Conversations with Pokemon were always one-sided, but at least they understood human language and it was a way to pass the time. "Is it all this rain putting a damper on you? I guess it mustn't be pleasant, being a fire-type and all."

As if agreeing, Salazzle's long maw stretches wide open in a yawn.

"Yeah, I feel that way too." You glance over at the second floor balcony. Rain was still falling - it hasn't ended for a few days now - and although it's around midday the sky is dark enough to be mistaken for nighttime.

The mansion appears empty but for you and Plumeria's Salazzle at present. The air smells stagnant, the long unwashed, musty carpeting unsuited to the tropical humidity of the region. Smears of colorful paint mark the walls here and there, an assertion of Team Skull's claim on this mansion and the city surrounding it.

"You know, I have a secret," you start, trying to fill the mansion's eerie silence with idle talk, "I have somebody I like." Salazzle turns to look at you again, seeming marginally less sleepy than a moment ago. You smirk, finding the prospect of a Pokemon being intrigued by such seemingly human affairs humorous.

You apply another generous coat of lotion to the base of the Salazzle's long tail, smoothing out the solution in an even coat toward the tip.

"Don't get too excited, there's not much more to say. I'm pretty sure he barely knows I exist. It must be nice being able to just make yourself smell good when you want to be noticed." The Salazzle shuts its eyes and skews its head slightly, approximating a shrugging gesture.

You reach the end of its tail and look down to appraise your work. Its ebony hide gleams in the low light and it looks quite show-worthy. Plumeria will be pleased.

"There you go, all done. I hope you realize you're the most spoiled Salazzle in all of Alola."

The Salazzle chitters affirmatively, springing to its feet and relishing in the joy of movement once more. You allow it a few moments to stretch out before you reach into your pocket to retrieve its Pokeball.

Interrupting, it whips around and moves in toward you. It begins rubbing its smooth, rounded head beneath your chin, not unlike a contented Meowth with its beloved owner, tail thrashing back and forth happily. You hug it in response.

"I'm glad you appreciate it." You can't help but smile at being lavished with affection. "Alright, I'm going to send you back into the b-"

It doesn't stop. In fact, Salazzle's marking grows increasingly more vigorous with each passing second, involving its entire body in the motion. It amuses you until you feel a cool, slimy sensation against your skin, causing you to panic.