No matter how much I try to downplay it, one thing is always true: beasts always drive me fucking wild.

For nothing is this more true than my own pokemon team. Each of them—males, every one—has their own special appeal, their own enticing wildness. As much as I like to command them in battle and pretend that I take the lead in public, playing at the usual trainer and trained dynamic, the truth is that I adore being fucked into the dirt like the breeding bitch I am. I love being plowed, being used to sate their bestial instincts. I even give them children.

Things don’t always start off this way, though. Tonight was supposed to be a simple training session under the moon, helping Torracat work through some new moves. Nothing untoward was meant to happen.