She was some suit's bratty daughter who sneaked out of their home to be a Pokémon trainer, a fine piece of jailbait from a more tolerant city. She had the tightest Sudowoodo and the perkiest little Voltorbs in Fula; barely legal in most regions! Pikachu and I used to double-battle her at the end of every successful gym challenge when I was around there, and once in a while we’d even have the entire team run a train over her, part of official Pokémon “training” of course. In time, she learned how to raise an Onyx better than any Rockclimber in Sinnoh. She wore a minidress with a sexy garterbelt every day so we told her real trainers don't wear panties, and since she was constantly getting lifted off the ground you’d get a glimpse of her shiny Cloyster mid-flight as some legendary Pokémon (who really just looked like a male in a fursona) abducted her. It was surreal. She was constantly getting captured by criminals and bullies almost every other day too. It was ridiculous, like a constant porno. /vp/, you have no idea.

And she was a good friend.

>Pika-pi!