Mean And Teasing Sexymon~

Here you were. . . In a sauna. . . With your naked, alpha-male of a Zeraora sitting in front of you without a towel on. Your curiosity had gotten the better of you, so you asked him what his opinion was of Poképhiles- people who have a romantic or sexual interest in Pokémon.

'Poképhiles??? You mean 'FREAKS'? Being attracted to Pokémon has to be one of THE saddest, most pathetic kind of DEVIANT GARBAGE I could EVER imagine. He says, and it seems honest despite his few seconds of hesitation to answer. But hey! At least YOU'RE pretty normal, Master. 'Cause BOY, hanging out like this would be SO WEIRD if you weren't. . . Again, honesty with a hint of hesitation. You nod, seemingly accepting his answer.

Later, you both return to the hotel room you were sharing. Of course, Sango takes half of the bed and leaves you the other half. You stare at him for a second too long and he chuckles. I swear Master, sometimes it's like you jus' GAWK at me like some kinda FAG or somethin'. What's up with that? You were about to answer when he interrupts you. Wouldn't that be rich? You? My trainer? Some cock-suckin' bitch? Hehehe, at least it wouldn't be like being into PAWS or something- Pfff-HAHAHAHAHA!~ He laughs at his remarks and you just chuckle and get into bed, facing away from Sango.

Later, you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night. The sky outside is dotted with stars. From the snoring behind you, Sango is sound asleep.