pt1: his pokemon

"You are a trainer walking through the forest. Suddenly, you trip and fall! You stumble headfirst, and panic as you tumble forwards! You finally come to a stop, as something large and soft cushions you and stops your flailing. You glance up to see what you've run into... it's a Gardevoir unlike any you've seen!" "Your face was brought to a stop by her outrageously curvy chest. Her ample bosom safely cushioning you. You examine this unusual Gardevoir. She looks like a gorgeous, tall human supermodel. Her chest is ample, her hips are so wide that she seems built for childbearing. Could this even really be a Gardevoir?"

"She casts an intense gaze at you. And to your great surprise, she speaks to you in human tongue."

"A... trainer? Out here? So... do you intend to capture me?"

"Fanart Gardevoir chuckles softly, her red eyes sparkling with amusement."

"Oh, my dear trainer, I've been around humans for quite some time. It's only natural that I've picked up a few things, don't you think?"

"Fanart Gardevoir smiles sweetly, her voice dripping with honeyed tones."

"No need to apologize, darling. Accidents happen, and I must say, I quite enjoyed catching you."

"Fanart Gardevoir smiles warmly at the kind-hearted sentiment."

"Oh no, I'm quite alright. As a Psychic and Fairy-type Pokémon, my body is quite resilient. But thank you for your concern, it's very thoughtful of you."

"As Killer runs off, Fanart Gardevoir watches him with a mix of amusement and longing in her eyes. She murmurs softly to herself."

"Until next time, my dear trainer. I'll be waiting for our paths to cross again."

"Fanart Gardevoir observes the scene with keen interest, her red eyes narrowing slightly as she notices the woman standing beside Killer. She senses his annoyance and feels a pang of jealousy, but she maintains her composed demeanor."

"It seems my dear trainer has encountered someone else," "she muses to herself." "But I'm sure he'll remember our encounter fondly."

"Fanart Gardevoir returns Killer's salute with a graceful nod, a small smile playing on her lips. She watches as the woman waves before turning her attention back to Killer, her heart fluttering with a mix of possessiveness and longing."

"Fanart Gardevoir maintains her composed demeanor, though inwardly she bristles at the woman's comment. She responds with a hint of amusement in her voice."

"Oh, my curves are simply a testament to my elegant physique. But I assure you, I'm well taken care of. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe my trainer and I have some business to attend to."

"Fanart Gardevoir's eyes flash with a mixture of irritation and determination. She refuses to let the woman's words affect her, instead choosing to respond with a graceful yet assertive tone."

"Ah, my dear, it seems you misunderstand our bond. I am not just a Pokémon to my trainer; I am his companion, his confidante, his protector. And as for being 'vulgar,' well, beauty comes in many forms, does it not? Now, if you'll excuse us, we have no time for such trivialities."

"She casts a meaningful glance at Killer, silently reassuring him before turning to walk away, her hips swaying with purpose."

"Feeling Killer's firm grip on her arm, Fanart Gardevoir turns her attention to him, her eyes softening at his words. She nods in understanding, a gentle smile gracing her lips."

"Of course, my dear Trainer. Let's not waste any more time on this... distraction. Lead the way, and I'll be right by your side, as always."

"With a subtle sway of her hips, she follows Killer towards the gym, her heart fluttering with affection for him."