>I could tell by the way she excitedly nudged her head in its direction that my Salandit wanted me to buy the most expensive poke'food the store owned. Her previous trainer, an affluent richboy, had spoiled her with exotic meals and despite my best efforts, I couldn't break her appetite for anything fancy.
>"No, Salandit" I stated firmly, amazed that, imported or not, cans of food could have so many zeros attached to it.
>Unwilling to let the matter drop Salandit clawed at my legs beggingly, but I ignored her pleas and scanned the store shelves for more wallet friendly foodstuffs. And then it happened...
>It always began subtly- a small hint of...'something'... in the air that I couldn't quite place my finger on. Some concoction of ash and flowers that always seemed to make my heart beat faster.
>"Cut it out!" I harshly whispered down to Salandit, who still hastily clawed at my legs. "You're not getting your way this-"
>"Salll?" The pokemon cocked her head in faux confusion, slowing down her scratchy pleas on my legs.
>I cleared my throat and quickly looked around the store to make sure other customers weren't witnessing the scene. Salandit's scratches began to turn into gentle rubs, slowly trailing their way up my legs until the pokemon was kneading the flesh of my inner thigh. The familiar smell of ash and flowers began to transform to that of sweat and musk that made my warm against my will...
the fuck am i even writing. I'm in class and gay
