>Sasha always cared deeply about her pokemon, so joining Team Plasma sounded like a good idea at the time
>Plus, she got to wear a sick bodysuit
>What really kept her around was the son of her boss
>He was just so dreamy, and hot, and cute, and smart!
>One day, after a mission, he even went up to her personally, rested a hand on her shoulder, and said, "Great job, Sasha!"
>The way he smiled and how the light caught his eyes... instantly wet. You. Don't. Understand.
>Sometime after Hilbert... Hilda? Anyway, sometime after Team Plasma dissolved Sasha and her trusty Chandelure found N
>"H-hey, are you okay?" she blurted out louder and an octave or three higher than she intended
>After a deep breath, he locked eyes with her. "No, not really."
>"Um... um... maybe I could help you feel better?!"
>"Yeah... I guess so... What did you have in mind?"
>"Lamp, use minimize on him!"
>Cocking his head, N simply blinked. "Huh? Is that even sanctioned by the league?"
>Before he could truly grasp the situation, he himself was grasped by an all too eager gloved hand
>"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe here," she said, cheerfully undoing part of her skintight outfit
>A hasty flick of her wrist, and those soft, car-sized mounds of flesh enveloped him
>He sank deeper and deeper with each rise and fall
>Her oran berry scent filled his lungs
>Upon feeling a faint needle digging into her chest, a contented sigh escaped her lips. "Thank you, Arceus. I knew those rumors about him being gay were a lie."
This has been on my mind longer than I want to admit. I also need to improve at writing lewdness.
