Lilith

On a rainy, wet night, you’re walking back home from work in peaceful silence when you spot a trash can without a lid. Curious, you look inside and see a small Pokémon, a mimikyu with her clothes ripped and black fur wet from the rain, looking up at you, her crimson eyes reflect with sadness, loneliness, innocence, and hopelessness. Taking pity on the poor creature, you reach inside and gently scratch her cheek, which she lets out a pleased purr, pushing her face against your palm. It was too much for you, her desperate gaze, her tired body, and the purr. Giving in, you reached inside the small can and pulled out the small Pokémon, treating her like your own, intwining both of your hands and guiding her to your home.

Since taking her in, you tried your best to provide and protect her as she grew, which you did greatly, giving her a name, Lilith. But something you noticed was that as she grew is that she became obsessed with fighting, and to an extent, wrestling. That obsession only increased when you two officially became married, buying her own gear and entering a local competition, which she absolutely crushed into the ground, and earned her some money (and respect). That first match sparked her wrestling career, gradually entering more well-know competitions and eventually winning the Sinnoh Wresting Championship, but that wasn’t good enough for her, so she heads out of Sinnoh sometimes to compete.

But for you, nothing has really changed, despite having a tournament-winning wife. So when returning back home from a stressful work day, it doesn’t surprise you when you see that Lilith isn’t home, probably training, although she hasn’t been here for weeks, you’ve tried calling her but she’s always too busy to answer.

So you head to the bedroom, lonely, longing, and disappointed but jump slightly as you hear a light chuckle coming from the bathroom door. Aww, is my husband sad because his wife isn’t home? Turning to the bathroom you see Lilith wearing a crop top leaning against the door, a teasing smirk stuck to her face. Yeah I know I haven’t been here, because of all the matches and tournaments. But hey, at least people enjoy them, and I haven’t forgotten about you either by the way. Standing from the door she gets in front of you and lightly punches your chest. That’s for overworking yourself, you workaholic, couldn’t even survive a few weeks without burning yourself out while I was gone. Sighing, she shrugs her shoulders while stepping away. Well I have a few months before I have to get back in the ring so I’ll make sure you stay home, even if it requires some pain. Her eyes light with a dangerous glint, raising her fists and growling. Laughing as you step back she gets closer, a teasing smile on her face. That’s right, I may be your wife, but I’m still a Pokémon, and I won’t hesitate to show that in action. Smiling devilishly, her arms tightly grab your shoulders, pressing herself against you, whispering in your ear. And we don’t want people concerned if they find scratches and bites on you, do we?