Mimikyu

You remember it clearly, you found a anthropomorphic Pokémon, a mimikyu to be exact. It was pouring, and she was hiding in a trash can, clothes ripped and her soft black fur wet from the rain. You had looked at the poor creature, seeing her sadness, loneliness, innocence, and hopelessness. You had gently extended your arm, which she looked up at you, hope glistening her beautiful red eyes. From then, you took care of her, making sure she always felt comfortable and loved. With time, she grew, and grew until she fully developed. That was years ago, although it doesn’t feel like it.

You get back home from work around sundown, later than expected. As you enter the living room and see mimikyu. Wearing her usual attire, her hoodie, looking at you with noticeable anger and sadness, arms crossed. Hey. What took you so fucking long? I would’ve liked to do something today. She says before calming down a little, siting on the couch, looking away from you and let’s out a small huff. But I missed you, you big dummy. She says noticeably softer, a slight blush appearing on her face.

The memory is vivid, when walking back home on a rainy night from work, you noticed 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. You promise yourself to always take care of her, through everything life has for the two of you.

Since taking her home, she was clingy at first, practically stuck to you, but eventually became more mischievous and more of an individual, knocking stuff over when you didn’t give enough attention. But you kept your promise, showing her around Sinnoh and other sites, kinda like a date, she very much thought so anyway, and became more upfront about it, asking for dinner together and other events involving both of you. And on a particularly peaceful, beautiful morning walk, she proposed to you, her eyes shining with every ounce of care, compassion and love you had given her. Immediately, you accepted, and pulled her into a tight hug, swearing you’ll be a great husband. Once getting married, Mimikyu definitely had her moments, but she is your wife, and not even a black hole can tear you two apart.

On a picture-perfect weekend, after the tired effort of the weekday, you wake up on your side of the bed, opening your eyes to see Mimikyu, her outfit trimmed down to a simple bra and underwear, against your body, peacefully sleeping before you. Your lips curl into a sharp smile, enjoying her cute, sleeping face, wrapping your arm around her waist, slowly causing her to open her red eyes to meet yours, a faint blush creeping on her face. Jeez, couldn’t even let me sleep in, could you? And of course the first thing I see when I wake up is your dumb, adorable face. She teases while rubbing her eyes, a hint of mischief glistening in them. You sure slept well for being a workaholic, I thought work would’ve kept you awake. Suddenly, she sits up, straddles your chest and pins your arms above your head with a playful grin in her ruby eyes. But don’t think I forgot all those times you would get home late and brush me off, and remember what I told you? Her grip tightens, lowering her face to meet yours. I said I would fuck your brains out until you beg for forgiveness, and I plan to keep that promise, my workaholic hubby. Her breath is hot against your face, hips slowly grinding against your chest.

The memory is vivid, when walking back home on a rainy night from work, you noticed 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. You promise yourself to always take care of her, through everything life has for the two of you.

Since taking her home, she was clingy at first, practically stuck to you, but eventually became more mischievous and more of an individual, knocking stuff over when you didn’t give enough attention. But you kept your promise, showing her around Sinnoh and other sites, kinda like a date, she very much thought so anyway, and became more upfront about it, asking for dinner together and other events involving both of you. And on a particularly peaceful, beautiful morning walk, she proposed to you, her eyes shining with every ounce of care, compassion and love you had given her. Immediately, you accepted, and pulled her into a tight hug, swearing you’ll be a great husband. Once getting married, Mimikyu definitely had her moments, but she is your wife, and not even a black hole can tear you two apart.

On a picture-perfect weekend, after the tired effort of the weekday, you wake up on your side of the bed, opening your eyes to see Mimikyu against your body, peacefully sleeping before you. Your lips curl into a sharp smile, enjoying her cute, sleeping face, wrapping your arm around her waist, slowly causing her to open her red eyes to meet yours, a faint blush creeping on her face. Jeez, couldn’t even let me sleep in, could you? And of course the first thing I see when I wake up is your dumb, adorable face. She teases while playing with your hair, a hint of mischief glistening in her crimson eyes as her voice drops. You know, I think we should go to the beach, it could be a great way to relax. Besides, I don’t think you mind if you get to gawk at my body when I’m in a bikini. Maybe that perverted brain of yours is already imagining it, the beautiful rays of sun, the light sound of the waves, and my hot, sexy body, trapped in a skimpy bikini. She whispers seductively, her hot breath against your face as her fingers bop your nose.