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Narcissa
NARCISSA
Time almost came to a stop in the relaxing atmosphere of the forest. The sounds of flying-types filled the air, combined with the chatter of others in the area and the quiet flow of a nearby stream... That was as peaceful as any place could possibly get. There, in the middle of the woods, covering themselves from the sun using the shade provided by the trees, were a trainer and her Liepard, lying on the grass for a quick rest before taking off in their way towards the next town.
The human's appearance was not above that of an average 16 year-old, except perhaps looking more fit than usual. She was tan, with green eyes and a long, blond hair tied into a ponytail that reached down to her waist, and was wearing a simple blue top with matching shorts that barely managed to hide her still-forming curves. The grass tickled her legs and back because of that outfit, but she did not mind.
Her Liepard, on the other hand, was far beyond the average of her species, or so she always believed. Even in the shade, her dark purple fur managed to shine with a mesmerizing beauty, the spots of creamy-yellow on her side doing so even more. Her slim, well-kept body only added more to her motives for boasting about her own appearance, and her knowing that was enough to turn her into the envy of her trainer's other two female Pokémon, and the desire of the three males. Yet she really didn't care about the thoughts of the former, and had no interest in any the latter. For this Liepard in particular, no one deserved her attention other than herself.
Tired of resting, the feline got up and left. Her trainer did not mind, for she knew how whimsical her Pokémon was, but was also well-aware she always came back. Besides, the human thought, her Liepard deserved anything she wanted. After all, she was her best Pokémon. Perhaps she had overdone it on spoiling her so much when she was a Purrloin but, all in all, she knew about a Liepard's personality, and was aware hers could have turned out much worse.
Her Liepard kept her walk through the woods until she arrived at the stream that had been making the murmur of flowing water. She took a few steps on the moist grass and got to the edge, looking down at the water to see her reflection. It was there, in the light provided by the absence of the trees from earlier, that she got a chance to look at herself better. The gleam of her fur was incredible, - she thought as she observed herself with pride - she was certain there really was no other living being in all creation that could be any more beautiful than her. She thought herself so beautiful, she even got the feeling her reflection was actually staring at her in disdain, as if, compared to herself, she fell short on looks. Not even the world's most gorgeous and vain Milotic could stand next to her without looking hideous... That was Narcissa. And anyone who knew the name's origin knew it was quite fitting for her.
"Well, look at yourself," She told her reflection with a slight purr, "So incredible... I could sit here and look at you all day, and I'd never grow tired of you."
She was not lying when she said this. If she didn't know her trainer was hopeless without her (And the boost to her ego knowing that brought her was enough to keep her by her side), she would stay there forever, lost in her own appearance. Perhaps it all came from the praising and worship she had received since she was born that she was egotistical, egomaniacal even, but she preferred to think she simply gave herself what she deserved for being such an exceptional Pokémon.
"If only someone else like you existed..." She sighed, "That stupid Manectric keeps coming on to me... But I don't want him. If it were possible, I'd have you... You are the only one that really deserves my attention... The only one I desire..." She, indeed, felt nothing for anyone but herself. And she had tried proving herself that, but there was only so much that she could do alone and it was far from satisfying.
"Well, that could be arranged!" She heard herself speak. Awe-struck for a moment, she looked at the stream. Had her reflection said that? How was that possible?
"Did..." She muttered in excitement and tension. She had no idea what had just happened, but if her reflection was alive, that meant the one thing she wanted could be real. And she liked that. "Did you just... Talk to me?"
"Well, yeah! I'm over here, though."
She quickly turned around, realizing the sound was coming from behind her, only to see herself. That radiant fur and thin appearance that she knew belonged to her were there, standing right in front of her! Except this was no reflection...And she could not believe it. She jumped back a little, almost falling into the stream because of the muddy edge, but managed to stay dry. Was what she was seeing true?
"You... Are you... Me?"
"Well, sort of. I can be anyone I want!" The other Liepard answered, "You see, that's kind of my thing," She continued before being enveloped in light and turning into an Absol. Or at least what could come close to an Absol, as the usual sickle-like tail was replaced by a bushy white one, "I can become anyone and anything!... As long as I'm looking at them! Otherwise, I kind of get some stuff wrong..." Saying this, she was enveloped in light again and turned back into her.
"Then, what are you?"
"I'm what you call a Ditto."
"A Ditto..." Narcissa said lowly, staring at the perfect replica of herself with an interested look. Could this be what she was looking for? "So, tell me... Do you like being me?"
"Oh, you're good-looking! I wish you ate a bit more, though. You're too skinny!"
Narcissa huffed a little, feeling offended, but decided not to say anything about it and went to her next question, "And... What brings you here?"
"Well, I heard you say you desired no one but yourself, so... I decided to help you out!"
"Out of nothing but good will, I'll bet," She growled, looking at Ditto. She could see a lustful glow in those eyes that were identical to hers. And she knew what the transformation wanted.
"Eh... A little feel-good is all I ask. As far as I see, we're both winners!"
Narcissa looked her up and down... Indeed, her very image. Though she was annoyed by how her voice was used by the Ditto. It was perfectly identical, but the fallacious Liepard had no speech craft whatsoever. And so, she decided to cut her short in the only way that would lead to what she wanted. Not saying another word, she quickly closed in on her double and pressed her muzzle against hers, locking them both in a kiss the true Narcissa had been eager to feel for far too long.
Ditto barely had any time to react to this , simply taking what she was being given and opening her mouth for Narcissa's tongue to slip into and feel. She felt her tongue massaging her own, wrestling with it and warming her body up. And soon, Ditto felt what she was sure Narcissa was feeling at the moment as a warm feeling spread across her body and heated her loins. Soon, she even felt something moist between her legs. She just knew what that meant.
Narcissa took no time in pressing against Ditto once she felt her arousal coming in, quickly making her replica lay on her back in the grassy ground and beginning to lick her all over, the feline tongue starting off at Ditto's neck and slowly trailing down her body, then back up in a slow, sensual motion. Ditto closed her eyes and let out a soft mewl as Narcissa's taste muscle massaged her front, teasing at the feline nipples in her body before moving down to the area around her pussy and staying there.
Ditto's pleasure was building up at a fast rate, feeling Narcissa taste her pussy lips and softly massage them with her tongue, being rewarded with more of her delicious juices. A bead of sweat slid down the side of Ditto's head as she moaned in enjoyment. That Liepard knew what she was doing, but it was no surprise. After all, that was her body. Ditto twitched a little as she felt Narcissa's tongue begin to prod her entrance, threatening to enter her while teasing her clit at the same time, these new actions bringing the copy Liepard a new array of sensations.
Narcissa simply listened to the pleasured moans and the pleas for more that Ditto gave her and continued to oblige, but she herself was feeling an urge, a need for that same pleasure that she was having a hard time controlling. She could feel her own sweet fluids dripping down between her inner thighs, and an unbearable heat filling her insides. No longer able to resist herself, she went ahead and climbed on Ditto, positioning herself so they were face to face, which was not really an issue as they were of the same size, and began rubbing her own wet pussy against Ditto's, their lips and clits rubbing together and bringing them both to a whole new level of pleasure.
Ditto clamped her eyes shut and moaned at the feeling while Narcissa began humping against her in a thrusting motion, matting both their furs in sex fluids, but having her coat dirtied did not make her stop. On the contrary, the feeling only drove her to keep on.
The real Liepard simply leaned her head back in pleasure, feeling her climax inch closer and closer for every thrust she took. Determined, she began humping harder at the same time Ditto tried to push her hips up against hers, the grinding motion finally triggering what they were looking for. No longer able to hold back, both Liepard climaxed with a loud meow, coating each other with their juices. Especially Ditto.
Worn out, Narcissa climbed off her peculiar partner and slumped down next to her, panting and trying to catch her breath.
"Just... Like I thought..." Narcissa murmured calmly, "Great..."
"I have something else..." Ditto replied, panting as well. She, however, seemed to have regained a lot more stamina, "Lick me clean, please..."
Just to thank Ditto, Narcissa did as she was told. She inched closer to her and began licking her pussy lips again, lapping up both their juices from them before her tongue met a most strange thing. She had to shuffle back, a little surprised, when she noticed a lump coming from Ditto's crotch, and slowly growing until, in the spot where her cunny once was, now stood a proud, seven inch-long erect member resting on an average-sized sac. Narcissa simply stared at it, having to admit she was not expecting this twist. But she decided to see where it could lead nonetheless. After all, Ditto had been a nice, submissive toy. She didn't see a reason not to reward her .Or... Could Ditto still be called a "Her" in this case? No... A he. At least now.
She slowly leant forward again and began by licking the other Liepard's shaft right in the underside of the tip, moving her tongue back and forth in that place until the first few beads of pre began to show and then changing to lick the entire length. Ditto simply closed his eyes, being more accustomed to this kind of treatment, and murred softly, feeling the smooth, warm tongue run over his hard meat. He began slowly pushing his hips upwards again, humping the air as a natural reflex to Narcissa's actions.
Narcissa herself felt a certain satisfaction from pleasuring her partner that was entirely new to her. Not once had she really taken a male's member in her muzzle, let alone licked one, but she had seen others do it, and had, perhaps unconsciously, learned from them. But the satisfaction it gave her... The warmth of his length, the sweet-salty flavor of his ever emerging pre... The musk of male that came from him, combined with that of her own juices from earlier all mixed in her to the point she felt herself becoming aroused again, perhaps even more than before. She didn't even realized when it was she started actually sucking on Ditto's member, and she wouldn't have noticed if Ditto hadn't let out a groan and pushed into her mouth at that moment. It all piled in her, and in turn, awoke a new curiosity in her self. Slowly, she let Ditto's member slide out of her muzzle, not before giving the tip a very strong suck right before it finished getting out of her mouth.
"Why'd you stop...?" Ditto asked in the midst of his panting, and looked up to see Narcissa, turned around and raising her behind at him, giving him a clear view of her pussy and tailhole, her tail flagging to the side in invitation. "So... You want that?"
"Do I look like I don't?" Narcissa rudely answered, wiggling her rump to provoke her partner while a sly smile formed in her face.
"Okay..." Ditto answered as he got behind her and mounted her, positioning the tip of his member at her entrance. Narcissa shuddered at the feel, hoping he knew she was still a virgin, despite anything she might have done earlier. But he knew. After all, he had been in her exact same body minutes earlier.
Carefully, Ditto began sliding into her, finding the task extremely easy due to all of their fluids still covering both their parts. He kept pushing in, listening to her whimpers. For the first time, she didn't sound so confident in herself. Finally, he felt herself touching something harder that prevented his advance. The time had come. He bent forward and gently nipped the scruff of her neck, then thrust in in one quick motion. Narcissa moaned in the bizarre mix of pleasure and pain that filled her at that moment, the latter slowly diminished as Ditto started out with gentle, soft pushes, slowly sliding out until just the tip of his member was in, then sliding back into her at the same speed, the small amount of blood that trickled down her once-virgin pussy dissolving in the puddle of her juices below them.
Ditto began gradually picking up the pace, increasing the speed as to help her pleasure, but making sure her walls could still adjust to him without her taking any harm. Narcissa closed her eyes and meowed loudly when she felt the tip of Ditto's member begin pushing against one particular point inside of her that brought her more pleasure than the rest. Noticing this, Ditto focused on that point, speeding up even more until his hips were a blur against hers, making sure he kept touching that spot she seemed to like so much as the female's breath got heavier. She was close to finishing. And finally, that one stronger thrust from Ditto did the trick. Narcissa's orgarm hit her again, her body shaking in sensation and her walls hugging Ditto's member while her juices squirted out. And, now that he had pleasured her, Ditto finally let go, his own orgasm hitting him. He bit down a bit stronger on her, as he gave his last thrusts, his hot seed spilling into her womb as he kept humping against her until he was done.
Finished, he pulled out of her, a light enveloping him as he gradually went back to his regular shape.
Still basking in her afterglow and with the former Lierpard's seed seeping out of her, Narcissa looked at Ditto. He was ugly, sure, but she didn't feel any disgust. "Thank you..." She purred, "For making my dream come true..."
"Anytime, now!" Ditto happily replied, climbing a tree with his peculiar shape and disappearing.
Narcissa got up and caught her breath, then got to the task of cleaning herself up. If her trainer saw her like this, she'd lose her permission to leave forever. Yet she thought of everything she could do once she got back... Now that she had felt a male inside of her, she could tell: She had plans for that Manectric.Chapter End Notes:Next: Positive reinforcement
A team's new member isn't quite living up to expectations so his trainer asks a more experienced Pokémon of his to help him get stronger... By any means necessary and avialable for her
Time almost came to a stop in the relaxing atmosphere of the forest. The sounds of flying-types filled the air, combined with the chatter of others in the area and the quiet flow of a nearby stream... That was as peaceful as any place could possibly get. There, in the middle of the woods, covering themselves from the sun using the shade provided by the trees, were a trainer and her Liepard, lying on the grass for a quick rest before taking off in their way towards the next town.
The human's appearance was not above that of an average 16 year-old, except perhaps looking more fit than usual. She was tan, with green eyes and a long, blond hair tied into a ponytail that reached down to her waist, and was wearing a simple blue top with matching shorts that barely managed to hide her still-forming curves. The grass tickled her legs and back because of that outfit, but she did not mind.
Her Liepard, on the other hand, was far beyond the average of her species, or so she always believed. Even in the shade, her dark purple fur managed to shine with a mesmerizing beauty, the spots of creamy-yellow on her side doing so even more. Her slim, well-kept body only added more to her motives for boasting about her own appearance, and her knowing that was enough to turn her into the envy of her trainer's other two female Pokémon, and the desire of the three males. Yet she really didn't care about the thoughts of the former, and had no interest in any the latter. For this Liepard in particular, no one deserved her attention other than herself.
Tired of resting, the feline got up and left. Her trainer did not mind, for she knew how whimsical her Pokémon was, but was also well-aware she always came back. Besides, the human thought, her Liepard deserved anything she wanted. After all, she was her best Pokémon. Perhaps she had overdone it on spoiling her so much when she was a Purrloin but, all in all, she knew about a Liepard's personality, and was aware hers could have turned out much worse.
Her Liepard kept her walk through the woods until she arrived at the stream that had been making the murmur of flowing water. She took a few steps on the moist grass and got to the edge, looking down at the water to see her reflection. It was there, in the light provided by the absence of the trees from earlier, that she got a chance to look at herself better. The gleam of her fur was incredible, - she thought as she observed herself with pride - she was certain there really was no other living being in all creation that could be any more beautiful than her. She thought herself so beautiful, she even got the feeling her reflection was actually staring at her in disdain, as if, compared to herself, she fell short on looks. Not even the world's most gorgeous and vain Milotic could stand next to her without looking hideous... That was Narcissa. And anyone who knew the name's origin knew it was quite fitting for her.
"Well, look at yourself," She told her reflection with a slight purr, "So incredible... I could sit here and look at you all day, and I'd never grow tired of you."
She was not lying when she said this. If she didn't know her trainer was hopeless without her (And the boost to her ego knowing that brought her was enough to keep her by her side), she would stay there forever, lost in her own appearance. Perhaps it all came from the praising and worship she had received since she was born that she was egotistical, egomaniacal even, but she preferred to think she simply gave herself what she deserved for being such an exceptional Pokémon.
"If only someone else like you existed..." She sighed, "That stupid Manectric keeps coming on to me... But I don't want him. If it were possible, I'd have you... You are the only one that really deserves my attention... The only one I desire..." She, indeed, felt nothing for anyone but herself. And she had tried proving herself that, but there was only so much that she could do alone and it was far from satisfying.
"Well, that could be arranged!" She heard herself speak. Awe-struck for a moment, she looked at the stream. Had her reflection said that? How was that possible?
"Did..." She muttered in excitement and tension. She had no idea what had just happened, but if her reflection was alive, that meant the one thing she wanted could be real. And she liked that. "Did you just... Talk to me?"
"Well, yeah! I'm over here, though."
She quickly turned around, realizing the sound was coming from behind her, only to see herself. That radiant fur and thin appearance that she knew belonged to her were there, standing right in front of her! Except this was no reflection...And she could not believe it. She jumped back a little, almost falling into the stream because of the muddy edge, but managed to stay dry. Was what she was seeing true?
"You... Are you... Me?"
"Well, sort of. I can be anyone I want!" The other Liepard answered, "You see, that's kind of my thing," She continued before being enveloped in light and turning into an Absol. Or at least what could come close to an Absol, as the usual sickle-like tail was replaced by a bushy white one, "I can become anyone and anything!... As long as I'm looking at them! Otherwise, I kind of get some stuff wrong..." Saying this, she was enveloped in light again and turned back into her.
"Then, what are you?"
"I'm what you call a Ditto."
"A Ditto..." Narcissa said lowly, staring at the perfect replica of herself with an interested look. Could this be what she was looking for? "So, tell me... Do you like being me?"
"Oh, you're good-looking! I wish you ate a bit more, though. You're too skinny!"
Narcissa huffed a little, feeling offended, but decided not to say anything about it and went to her next question, "And... What brings you here?"
"Well, I heard you say you desired no one but yourself, so... I decided to help you out!"
"Out of nothing but good will, I'll bet," She growled, looking at Ditto. She could see a lustful glow in those eyes that were identical to hers. And she knew what the transformation wanted.
"Eh... A little feel-good is all I ask. As far as I see, we're both winners!"
Narcissa looked her up and down... Indeed, her very image. Though she was annoyed by how her voice was used by the Ditto. It was perfectly identical, but the fallacious Liepard had no speech craft whatsoever. And so, she decided to cut her short in the only way that would lead to what she wanted. Not saying another word, she quickly closed in on her double and pressed her muzzle against hers, locking them both in a kiss the true Narcissa had been eager to feel for far too long.
Ditto barely had any time to react to this , simply taking what she was being given and opening her mouth for Narcissa's tongue to slip into and feel. She felt her tongue massaging her own, wrestling with it and warming her body up. And soon, Ditto felt what she was sure Narcissa was feeling at the moment as a warm feeling spread across her body and heated her loins. Soon, she even felt something moist between her legs. She just knew what that meant.
Narcissa took no time in pressing against Ditto once she felt her arousal coming in, quickly making her replica lay on her back in the grassy ground and beginning to lick her all over, the feline tongue starting off at Ditto's neck and slowly trailing down her body, then back up in a slow, sensual motion. Ditto closed her eyes and let out a soft mewl as Narcissa's taste muscle massaged her front, teasing at the feline nipples in her body before moving down to the area around her pussy and staying there.
Ditto's pleasure was building up at a fast rate, feeling Narcissa taste her pussy lips and softly massage them with her tongue, being rewarded with more of her delicious juices. A bead of sweat slid down the side of Ditto's head as she moaned in enjoyment. That Liepard knew what she was doing, but it was no surprise. After all, that was her body. Ditto twitched a little as she felt Narcissa's tongue begin to prod her entrance, threatening to enter her while teasing her clit at the same time, these new actions bringing the copy Liepard a new array of sensations.
Narcissa simply listened to the pleasured moans and the pleas for more that Ditto gave her and continued to oblige, but she herself was feeling an urge, a need for that same pleasure that she was having a hard time controlling. She could feel her own sweet fluids dripping down between her inner thighs, and an unbearable heat filling her insides. No longer able to resist herself, she went ahead and climbed on Ditto, positioning herself so they were face to face, which was not really an issue as they were of the same size, and began rubbing her own wet pussy against Ditto's, their lips and clits rubbing together and bringing them both to a whole new level of pleasure.
Ditto clamped her eyes shut and moaned at the feeling while Narcissa began humping against her in a thrusting motion, matting both their furs in sex fluids, but having her coat dirtied did not make her stop. On the contrary, the feeling only drove her to keep on.
The real Liepard simply leaned her head back in pleasure, feeling her climax inch closer and closer for every thrust she took. Determined, she began humping harder at the same time Ditto tried to push her hips up against hers, the grinding motion finally triggering what they were looking for. No longer able to hold back, both Liepard climaxed with a loud meow, coating each other with their juices. Especially Ditto.
Worn out, Narcissa climbed off her peculiar partner and slumped down next to her, panting and trying to catch her breath.
"Just... Like I thought..." Narcissa murmured calmly, "Great..."
"I have something else..." Ditto replied, panting as well. She, however, seemed to have regained a lot more stamina, "Lick me clean, please..."
Just to thank Ditto, Narcissa did as she was told. She inched closer to her and began licking her pussy lips again, lapping up both their juices from them before her tongue met a most strange thing. She had to shuffle back, a little surprised, when she noticed a lump coming from Ditto's crotch, and slowly growing until, in the spot where her cunny once was, now stood a proud, seven inch-long erect member resting on an average-sized sac. Narcissa simply stared at it, having to admit she was not expecting this twist. But she decided to see where it could lead nonetheless. After all, Ditto had been a nice, submissive toy. She didn't see a reason not to reward her .Or... Could Ditto still be called a "Her" in this case? No... A he. At least now.
She slowly leant forward again and began by licking the other Liepard's shaft right in the underside of the tip, moving her tongue back and forth in that place until the first few beads of pre began to show and then changing to lick the entire length. Ditto simply closed his eyes, being more accustomed to this kind of treatment, and murred softly, feeling the smooth, warm tongue run over his hard meat. He began slowly pushing his hips upwards again, humping the air as a natural reflex to Narcissa's actions.
Narcissa herself felt a certain satisfaction from pleasuring her partner that was entirely new to her. Not once had she really taken a male's member in her muzzle, let alone licked one, but she had seen others do it, and had, perhaps unconsciously, learned from them. But the satisfaction it gave her... The warmth of his length, the sweet-salty flavor of his ever emerging pre... The musk of male that came from him, combined with that of her own juices from earlier all mixed in her to the point she felt herself becoming aroused again, perhaps even more than before. She didn't even realized when it was she started actually sucking on Ditto's member, and she wouldn't have noticed if Ditto hadn't let out a groan and pushed into her mouth at that moment. It all piled in her, and in turn, awoke a new curiosity in her self. Slowly, she let Ditto's member slide out of her muzzle, not before giving the tip a very strong suck right before it finished getting out of her mouth.
"Why'd you stop...?" Ditto asked in the midst of his panting, and looked up to see Narcissa, turned around and raising her behind at him, giving him a clear view of her pussy and tailhole, her tail flagging to the side in invitation. "So... You want that?"
"Do I look like I don't?" Narcissa rudely answered, wiggling her rump to provoke her partner while a sly smile formed in her face.
"Okay..." Ditto answered as he got behind her and mounted her, positioning the tip of his member at her entrance. Narcissa shuddered at the feel, hoping he knew she was still a virgin, despite anything she might have done earlier. But he knew. After all, he had been in her exact same body minutes earlier.
Carefully, Ditto began sliding into her, finding the task extremely easy due to all of their fluids still covering both their parts. He kept pushing in, listening to her whimpers. For the first time, she didn't sound so confident in herself. Finally, he felt herself touching something harder that prevented his advance. The time had come. He bent forward and gently nipped the scruff of her neck, then thrust in in one quick motion. Narcissa moaned in the bizarre mix of pleasure and pain that filled her at that moment, the latter slowly diminished as Ditto started out with gentle, soft pushes, slowly sliding out until just the tip of his member was in, then sliding back into her at the same speed, the small amount of blood that trickled down her once-virgin pussy dissolving in the puddle of her juices below them.
Ditto began gradually picking up the pace, increasing the speed as to help her pleasure, but making sure her walls could still adjust to him without her taking any harm. Narcissa closed her eyes and meowed loudly when she felt the tip of Ditto's member begin pushing against one particular point inside of her that brought her more pleasure than the rest. Noticing this, Ditto focused on that point, speeding up even more until his hips were a blur against hers, making sure he kept touching that spot she seemed to like so much as the female's breath got heavier. She was close to finishing. And finally, that one stronger thrust from Ditto did the trick. Narcissa's orgarm hit her again, her body shaking in sensation and her walls hugging Ditto's member while her juices squirted out. And, now that he had pleasured her, Ditto finally let go, his own orgasm hitting him. He bit down a bit stronger on her, as he gave his last thrusts, his hot seed spilling into her womb as he kept humping against her until he was done.
Finished, he pulled out of her, a light enveloping him as he gradually went back to his regular shape.
Still basking in her afterglow and with the former Lierpard's seed seeping out of her, Narcissa looked at Ditto. He was ugly, sure, but she didn't feel any disgust. "Thank you..." She purred, "For making my dream come true..."
"Anytime, now!" Ditto happily replied, climbing a tree with his peculiar shape and disappearing.
Narcissa got up and caught her breath, then got to the task of cleaning herself up. If her trainer saw her like this, she'd lose her permission to leave forever. Yet she thought of everything she could do once she got back... Now that she had felt a male inside of her, she could tell: She had plans for that Manectric.Chapter End Notes:Next: Positive reinforcement
A team's new member isn't quite living up to expectations so his trainer asks a more experienced Pokémon of his to help him get stronger... By any means necessary and avialable for her