>>43615060Gods. You *loved* your trainer. Out of all the humans and mons who would have discarded you for being a runt of a feebas, Brandon took exception and saw potential that not even you thought possible. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine you would rise up and become the very few febass to not only evolve to become a milotic, but become the absolute *best* out there. Yet you did, and it was all thanks to *him*. You had no shame in admitting as much, for without him, you would have ended up as some mon's meal, another mere statistic in the cruel, barbaric world you once inhabited. Truly, you found yourself hard pressed to imagine a life better than the one you had now. About the only thing that could make it better would be if you woke up one day to find Brandon to become a handsome milotic himself, coiled around you with those bound muscles of loving coils and-
... Oh dear. You were getting ahead of yourself. You shook your head, sighing as you took a look at Brandon napping against your form. You gave him a short nuzzle, cooing as you rubbed up against his soft skin and hair before pulling back and resting your head against his chest. Really, it didn't do for a civilized mon as yourself to fantasize like that. Brandon was absolutely perfect the way he was, and it was just plain selfish of you to demand anything more of him after he gave so much to you so freely, all on top of the other mons he had his team. *Your* team. Not all of them were as beautiful as yourself, no. But they had their own charm and elan in their own way. Not that much of a surprise, since they *are* Brandon's Pokemon, much like you belonged to him, as he did to you.