Many first in a Pokémon journey are memorable, with a key defining moment being the highlight. It may come from a trainer’s first catch, the first time they spy an exceptionally rare species, or winning a gym badge. Others may experience some rare event out in the wild that few ever witness, involving hundreds of Pokémon with pure mysticism in the air. Though for Lisa Fille, while it was an uncommon sight, it wasn’t anything extraordinary to stumble across in nature: Predator eating prey. Out in the wild, it was the way things were for Pokémon, and when Lisa first bore witness to it, not three days after her Pokémon Journey started, she knew she wanted to see more of it.

A large Scolipede was fighting an agile Furret, and seeming really into it. Lisa had camped out a fair distance away, guaranteeing her safety (she could very easily end up on the menu, being 11 at the time). She crouched, black skirt folding against heavy calves, undergarments brushing the tall grass beneath. She adjusted her signature green vest and visor and squinted, a Poké Ball at the ready should she have to battle her own way out of the scuffle. Tugging at her white undershirt the fan herself in the hot day, Lisa kept her eyes on the interesting battle, having no clue what was about to transpire. She was getting into the fight, trying to glean possible tips watching the two wild Pokémon spar and quizzing herself on their types and what advantages she could make for herself. Her thoughts were interrupted when Scolipede suddenly piled onto the Furret, using its immense weight to finally down the foe. Lisa cheered from her vantage point, thinking the conflict was over and the two would part ways, just as trainers did with their Pokémon, but was surprised to see Scolipede linger.

The giant Bug-type shifted off the dazed Furret, who looked up, Lisa seeing surprise and fear in its eyes. She heard it squeal loudly as Scolipede lunged down, its buggy mouth agape with pincers extended. Lisa flinched when nearly half the Furret was quickly devoured head-first into the hungry Scolipede’s mouth, shocked and terrified yet unable to look away. For the next minute she sat in rapt silence as the Scolipede dined, the writhing Furret gradually being slurped and gobbled up. The thick gulps were quite audible in the otherwise-quiet clearing, and after the last bit of flickering Furret tail was gone, it all culminated in a heavy, slimy swallow. Lisa tracked the distinct bulges of Scolipede’s lunch down into its midsection where Furret vanished forever, and now the girl was extra grateful the big bug didn’t see her! Long-after the Pokémon wandered off, Lisa sat rooted to the spot, trying to process what just transpired, looking at her own three Poké Balls.

She didn’t know it at the time, but she liked seeing the victorious predator devour the defeated prey. It wouldn’t leave her mind, and she was fascinated whenever she came across a similar scenario. She’d started to wonder if she should start treating her own Pokémon to such a reward, when they conquered their adversary. The spunky red-head had those thoughts and feelings stir in her as he reached adolescence and beyond, while continuing on her otherwise-basic journey in the world of Pokémon: Lisa hailed from the Alola region, always dressing and traveling light for hot weather. Unlike her nonidentical twin sister Christine, Lisa was happy to depart Alola as soon as she could, as she felt all the interesting stuff in her island home was well-explored. So she spent her nascent Pokémon trainer years going through various regions, battling some, catching some, and finding out in particular all the predator/prey relationships that existed out in the wild.

Throughout the course of her journey, Lisa acted on the thoughts of rewarding her Pokémon with whoever they defeated. If she didn’t want to catch it, and if nobody was around… Well, it certainly saved on Pokémon chow she had to buy for her creature friends! Her Pokémon loved her, for the teen-aged trainer provided them sustenance they would hardly be able to acquire on their own, and anything beat that dry food they were normally allotted. From region to region carried on, and her Pokémon grew via their unique diets, via evolution, or both. And when Lisa reached adulthood, the girl becoming a woman, sporting a decent bust and buttocks to go with her ever-chubby figure, she knew their meals would have to extend to more than just one Pokémon at a time.

And how much enjoyment she got, feeding her Pokémon and watching them devour hapless prey.

Prior to realizing how much fun she could have feeding her Pokémon with Pokémon, Lisa would release Pokémon back into the wild like other trainers did. One of the first released was one she’d obtained early in her adventure: A plump and pampered Rattata named Perch, who was all-too-happy to receive the food Lisa had to offer. Raised with humans in a life of luxury, Perch was suddenly thrust into the wilderness to survive on her own with no experience whatsoever. Lisa never knew if she made it, but it gave her the extra slot needed in her party of Pokémon to beef up her team considerably. Perch did end up surviving, unbeknownst to Lisa, and still had thoughts about her former trainer to this day. But one thing Perch didn’t realize that she was lucky to get out while she did, for Lisa eventually stopped releasing Pokémon into the wild. Instead, the Pokémon that she deemed a little too weak or unnecessary to keep around were put to good use. They were fed to their former ally Pokémon, with Lisa all-too-happy to watch every moment of the struggling prey vanishing down into a now-sated Pokémon stomach.

Lisa finally realized all those stirring feelings in herself at 18, and began to “enjoy the show” whenever it was special feeding time. The horny trainer would pleasure herself at the sight of her Pokémon, or wild Pokémon, gobbling up another. And it seemed her own Pokémon were waiting for that moment of revelation! Lisa realized that a Pokémon, like herself, didn’t just hunger for food. The trainer/Pokémon relationships between them grew significantly when the predator got to then participate in slaking mutual lusts, and Lisa Fille was more than happy to finally solve this mystery rattling around her for so long. She considered herself a “predator” now, and officially stopped caring about who or what became her team’s latest meal. Even if that meant fellow Pokémon trainers and their entire team!

The feasts her Pokémon had on those days were very special indeed.

Lisa’s continued adventures seldom involved going further as far as trainer battles and prestige went. She held no interest in chasing badges, stadium appearances, or anything of the sort, and knew she was an average trainer at best. The important thing, she always reconciled, was that she was always fun on her Pokémon adventure. She was far more curious about the many Pokémon mysteries that humans had yet to uncover, and spent most of her time going deep into the wilderness, to areas where human populations were sparse. Only when she went to real wintry environments did she forego her usual skirt and actually dress for the occasion, but most of the time you’d see her in that same outfit, with a grin always on that freckled face of hers. She largely stuck to warmer climates, not every quite letting go of that Alolan weather proclivity.

Regarding Alola, Lisa did return every now and then. Outside several visits she largely kept away from it. Not that she didn’t love her family, of course, but there was just so much to do! Every time she returned she’d show off her team, have excellent Alolan food, and relax to her heart’s content. Her sister Christine wasn’t traveling, but did end up with a couple Pokémon of her own that she loved dearly. The twins’ relationship wasn’t as great as it could have been, but Lisa still loved and respected her sister. A particularly long stay at home, however, made Lisa restless. Her Pokémon, while enjoying food better than dried processed stuff, were getting antsy. She did share in that fidgety nature, too, since both her Pokémon and herself couldn’t sate their other needs on Alola. Christine never gave her any space! Ideas swirled until culminating in a plan that was kicked off by Lisa offering her sister to a friendly Pokémon battle, out in the privacy of a tropical Alolan jungle.

Lisa wiped the floor with Christine, even though she was holding back, using her weakest Pokémon. Frankly Lisa was surprised Christine agreed to it in the first place, since her sister had participated in maybe a dozen battles at most. She thought some manner of cajoling would be needed to trick her sister, but nope! With Christine’s Pokémon wiped out, Lisa allowed her Pokémon to advance, and… Let’s just say Lisa and her Pokémon were able to satisfy many urgent needs they’d been holding out on for weeks!

Lisa stuck around in Alola for another month, explaining away Christine’s disappearance as a sudden urge to see the world, lying that she finally convinced her sister to try it out. In a way, Lisa thought gleefully, that’s exactly what she would be doing! It may be on the thickened hips and rear of one of her own Pokémon, but Christine would finally get to see the world. The rest of the month in Alola was considerably more enjoyable, with Lisa having far more time to herself and her Pokémon to keep up with their habits and pleasures, in a climate that Lisa opined was optimal.

As of now, Lisa Fille the Pokémon trainer was in her 20s and exploring the Sinnoh region in depth. Her income outside family support came in the form of occasionally reporting her unique findings to other researchers, but that was just a hobby at best compared to her life as a trainer. Her Pokémon team was stronger (and heavier) than ever, scoring more victories than defeats. Lisa busied herself in research and discovery of the many mysteries surrounding Sinnoh and its history, and wanted to visit so many places, starting with Mt. Coronet. Who knows what adventures the intrepid Lisa Fille and her hungry Pokémon team will take them next?