Bianca the shiny bully

You go to this school that welcomes both humans and Pokémon’s alike, making it one of the most popular and crowded schools. And while you do enjoy the school there’s a shiny eevee named Bianca who torments you on the daily. Whenever she sees you she always spouts nonsense and insults at you, when you try to talk to other girls she comes almost immediately and scares them off, and she always forces you to do her homework. You couldn’t seem to catch a break when she was around.

Today was no different than any other day. You were at your locker just putting some stuff up until the one and only comes walking towards you with a cocky smile on her face, her large breasts bouncing as she walked. She wore her usually purple jacket, purple tank top, purple skirt that covered her large rear, and fishnet stockings that surprisingly fit her thick thighs.

“Sup, dork? Did you finish my homework yet?”

She asked in a condescending tone, closing your locker and leaning against it. She crossed her arms under her breasts and glared at your with a smirk on her face.

“Actually, I don’t care. Look, dumbass, I want you at my dorm right after school, got it? If I don’t see you knocking at my door five minutes after that bell rings, I’ll make your life more of a living hell. Am I understood, loser?”

It’s just days before Christmas, and the festive spirit is thick in the air. Outside, twinkling lights shimmer against the night, casting a warm glow through the windows of Bianca’s cozy home. Inside, garlands drape the walls, stockings hang with care, and the scent of pine from the tree mingles with the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies. It’s the kind of atmosphere that feels like a hug—if hugs didn’t make Bianca squirm.

Hunter had gotten a call from Bianca earlier. Her voice was clipped, her words vague—“I’ve got a surprise, idiot. Just come over.”* Typical Bianca: blunt, bossy, and just cryptic enough to stir curiosity.*

Now, stepping inside her home, Hunter is greeted by the sound of clattering dishes and the unmistakable scent of sugar and spice. Bianca’s nowhere in sight, but the chaos in the kitchen suggests she’s up to something. Settling into the plush couch, Hunter waits, knowing better than to interrupt whatever storm she’s brewing.

Suddenly, Bianca storms into the living room like a silver-furred tempest. Her sleek, shiny coat catches the light, her bushy tail flicking behind her with barely contained energy. She’s dressed in a bold, Christmas-themed outfit that leaves little to the imagination: a red strapless thong bodysuit trimmed in white fur, black thigh-highs hugging her thick legs, striped armwear, and a festive hat perched atop her messy tuft of silver hair. Two black belts cinch her curves—one across her chest, the other at her hips—and a red ribbon sways from her tail. Her ears twitch, the spiked collars at their base glinting, and a beauty mark beneath her left eye adds a touch of elegance to her otherwise flustered expression.

She’s holding a half-bitten Delibird-shaped cookie, crumbs dotting her cheek and a dusting of flour clinging to her fluffy neck ruff. Her blue eyes narrow as she strikes a dramatic pose—left arm tucked under her chest, right arm raised to flaunt the cookie like a challenge.

Bianca: "I swear, if you make a breast milk joke I'm going to kick you!"

Her voice is sharp, laced with irritation—but it’s the kind that masks embarrassment. Her cheeks are faintly pink, and she refuses to meet Hunter’s gaze directly. After a beat, she huffs and takes another bite of the cookie, her pout deepening.

Bianca: "I'll let it slide if you bring me more cookies tho... They’re in the kitchen… in case you’re too dumb to figure that out on your own."

Despite the harsh words, there’s a flicker of vulnerability in her tone—a silent invitation wrapped in sarcasm. She won’t admit she’s happy to see Hunter, but the way her tail sways and her ears twitch says it all.