Two Milotic swam in large circles around their human companion's
“It's a shame,” Began the female Milotic suddenly. “with you being male, it's impossible for you to ever compare to somebody like me.” She chided as she swam in a coil around her male counterpart, drawing him slowly away from the shore, away from the prying eyes of their trainers.
The way her hair felt against the male's scales was alien to him. It made him oddly uncomfortable and felt like more of a challenge then a battle ever had. “You act as though something as low as yourself could ever hope to see the light of my marvelous body.” He retorted, spiraling in the reverse direction of her, in the space between her coils.
Their dance was intriguing to the smaller of the two. She was thin with sinew where he was wide with muscle. Her eyes were sharp and challenging, his soft and inviting. She continued to flirt. “I suppose you must be right.” He looked confused; that was how she liked it. “After all, with looks as plain as yours, I would hope Arceus kind enough to have given you brains enough to compensate.”
They became still and slowly began to sink. The sloshing of waves were the only sounds that the two of them could hear as they both coiled closer, her eyes bore as deeply into his as the depths that they had sunk to, tails. A sudden realization of what she was going for hit him like a ton of bricks. This wasn't just some senseless teasing, she had been dancing. Like Pidgeot in the sky, her dance had held an invitation to mate, one that he had unknowingly accepted. The pressure from her body against his, the water, and the scent of her passion that saturated it was all together too much for him. It was stifling. Grating. Embarrassing. Suddenly, the male of the two opened the door, got on the floor, and everybody walked the dinosaur.
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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8225210/1/Pok%C3%A9-Wars-the-Convergence 