No Feelings Allowed (Raihan x OC, NSFW)

07 - The Smallest Change

Little less smutty, a little more fluffy this chapter... And an important step for the lovely OC.

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It was a cool, clear spring day in Hammerlocke, which meant it was the perfect time to get some good exercise. Naturally, Samantha included her Pokemon—some of them, anyways. Proper training would have them all in the Wild Area facing the toughest opponents they could find, but in the city streets it was a far more tame jog along the cobbled stones or gravel path of the parks nestled along the lower levels that overlooked the massive wild area to the south. Being that her Golisopod and Tyranitar were, by no means, good joggers, she let them remain at home to rest. Her Froslass, too, if only because her strength was in special attacks and she floated, so jogging did little to help her improve in any way. Toxtricity sometimes came along, but his body structure made jogging a long time difficult, so he'd done his sprints in the courtyard of the apartment and then collapsed on the couch in a messy heap of tired Pokemon.

That left her Arcanine and Lucario, who were always up for a good run. Her fire-type enjoyed sprinting ahead, going at ridiculous speeds to burn off his immense energy that never really ran out even after an hour. Since her runs were only thirty minutes at most, he would still be a bouncing bundle of joy by the end. Lucario was far less energetic in terms of running, but she'd been steadily building his endurance over the years, and the cardio helped improve the time he could spend in battle in the event it went on a long time. It didn't happen often, but she wanted them to be ready. That, and she just liked to keep in shape herself—and keep strong.

"Last sprint, let's go, Lucario!" she barked suddenly as they hit the "marker" she'd set in the park's path. One hundred meters lay between them and the end, determined by the stairway that served as the entrance to the park, or at least one of them. The redhead pumped her legs harder, pushing her body to go faster. Her Pokemon did the same, lunging forward and starting to overtake her. She already knew he would win, the fighter type naturally faster—but her Arcanine was truthfully the fastest, and just as they neared the end he came up from behind in a blur and passed by the fountain. He made a wide loop to turn around, bounding through the trees and brush to prance up to them, hardly even panting while they slumped over, exhausted.

She really needed to work on Arcanine constantly showing off. He was becoming a bit of a dick. Her Lucario agreed, barking some harsh words to the fire-type, who only smirked as if to tell him he should just be faster then.

"Oh, hush, we all know Arcanine can whoop all of us. Probably even a Rapidash at this point," she snorted, leaning back up to put her hands behind her head, opening her lungs up. A cool breeze blew through, mixing with the sweat drenching her body and attire, and it felt great. It was probably one of her favorite parts of jogging, the cool-down. She imagined Lucario's was just the fact it was over and now he could get to the really fun part: eating.

"Um... excuse me?" a voice called out, and the redhead turned to find a teenaged girl and her friend. They looked a bit nervous, glancing to their phone and then to her and her Pokemon.

She raised a brow, confused, "Uh, what's up? Do you need some help or something?"

"This... is this you? Sorry, you just look so much like the lady and you have the same Pokémon, too," the girl giggled shyly and held out her screen. Samantha's other brow lifted when she saw an all-too familiar photo. It was the one Raihan had taken. Her "Galarian Knight" debut. She internally groaned. It was still circulating around? Hadn't he gotten it taken down? Or was it too late?

"I, uh... I'm surprised that's still a thing," she chuckled nervously, using her shirt to wipe some sweat from her brow. Even with her hat, dribbles kept coming down.