Olivia slammed her laptop shut, breath hissing from her in frustration.

It had all started innocently enough, just an attempt to catch up online with some old friends; galpals from school, that sort of thing. But time after time, she kept seeing pictures of all her old friends cuddled up with cute guys or canoodling over candlelight or posing in the sun with their cute boyfriends.

Yep. Their boyfriends.

“Damn it all!” she screamed, not caring who heard her. “It isn’t fair!”

She was spending the evening as she usually did: alone on the second floor of her shop, where she kept a cozy, tidy little apartment. She was the Kahuna of her own island. She was a strong, capable battler. She ran her own small business and, all things considered, she had to admit: she counted herself as pretty fucking hot.

So why was it so hard for her to land a guy?

There were various ways Olivia dealt with her frustrations. Sometimes, if she was feeling antsy, she’d stretch her legs by walking past Memorial Hill to her tapu’s ruins. Other times, if she was feeling combative, she might have visited the nearby cave in order to unleash her pokemon against the wild critters there. Or if she felt down on herself, a little bit of wine would perk her right up.

Tonight, though, she wasn’t feeling especially antsy, or fiery, or even that sulky. What she did feel, though, was lonesome.

Of course, she had solutions for that, too.

Pokemon were useful for cuddling and holding and singing out her woes to. All of her team had been privy to it at one point or another, but this time, Olivia had one teammate especially in mind. With a flash, she released one of her partners from his poke ball: Lono, her trusty Lycanroc.

Lono wasn’t the bipedal Midnight Form Lycanroc she often used for trial battles or the Pokemon League. No, he was her first partner, a Rockruff she’d received as a little girl who had grown into a confident, sandy-maned Midday Form Lycanroc. Lono was sleek, powerful, and forthcoming, a paragon of power who had been her companion since she had been a little girl.

Her pokemon took stock of the room and then fixated his eyes on her, shaking his head and chuffing. He had spent enough time with her to know what to expect at this point.

“Lonoooooooooooooo!” Olivia cried, flinging herself at him and draping over him. “I’m saaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddd!”

Her Lycanroc responded with a mild toss of his mane, a gruff snort emanating from his muzzle.

“Cuddle with me?” Olivia pouted. It never took any more than that to get him to come along, regardless of how much he rolled his eyes.

They made their way to Olivia’s enormous bed, which she flopped on melodramatically as Lono prowled his way up. She grabbed him close, snuggling to him.

“I’m just so lonely,” she whined, burying her head in his fur. The texture of it was something she’d always loved—soft and fluffy, almost downy, even; yet with a unique kind of firmness which left no doubt that the pokemon in question was a Rock-type. “I need a boyfriend, Lono!”

Her partner rumbled as if he couldn’t bear to deal with more of her complaining, but she just kept right on trucking, never letting up about how lonely she was, how she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I mean really,” she pouted, “I think I’m pretty desirable! Men should be lining up to get some of this! At this point, I don’t even need a proper date—I would kill for a good lay.”

His back curled against her stomach, he stiffened, and Olivia giggled at him. “Oh? Do you like the idea of that?” she teased. “Do you maybe want to be my lover, you big strong dog?”

She started coursing her fingers through the Rock-type’s fur. “I can just imagine it,” she murred, “all pinned down under your weight… would you like that? You want to see your trainer speared on your thick red cock?”

Lono got even more tense and Olivia laughed again, continuing her teasing: “What a turnaround that would be, one of the foremost trainers of the region totally dominated by her own pokemon… I’d be your bitch, Lono, wouldn’t I? And who knows? Maybe with enough time spent, I’d even give you a litter of puppies or two…”

She rolled over, sighing and splaying her arms over the bed. “Guh! Here I am, faking sweet-talk on my pokemon of all things! Really, Lono, I just don’t know how you put up with me…”

As she glanced to the side, she trailed off. Lono seemed worked up. “Lono? Boy? What’s the matter?”

With another chuffing sound, Lono rose—and Olivia’s measure of the situation changed. He was sporting an enormous red erection and eying her hungrily.

Her mouth suddenly dried. “Wait, Lono,” she said, “that whole thing… that was just a joke. I was just teasing!” Lono took a confident step towards her, his nose twitching as he sniffed at his trainer. “Come on,” she pressed, “I’m a Kahuna, I can’t actually sleep with my pokemon. It’d be scandalous!”

He wasn’t letting up, getting closer. His muzzle dropped closer to her shorts and she realized he intended to tug them down.

“Now listen up!” she said, making her voice firm. It was the kind of voice that would have halted anyone to hear it. “I am your trainer, Lono, and I won’t be standing for any more of this misbehavior, do you hear meeeeee-eeeeeeeeehhhhh?”