Ah, Verdanturf Town. Though it wasn't as exciting a place as Slateport or Petalburg, just about everyone in Hoenn could agree that it was one of the more peaceful places to live in. There was so much grass covering the ground there that it seemed that there was no such thing as dirt, mud or rock, except for the mountains to the north which Verdanturf was nestled against. In the spring the area was heavily populated with flowers and shrubbery of all kinds, and not to mention berry plants which many wild Pokemon loved to no end. Trees were all around, surrounding the town at every side except for the east and north. But the most important feature of Verdanturf town was the superior airflow and wind pattern which provided the town with the purest air known to man. In fact, this feature was so well-known that whenever one remarks about heading out to get some fresh air, they are always reminded of Verdanturf Town.
Alright, that last bit might be pushing it.
Anyway, the town, as usual, was quiet on a typical Saturday afternoon. The shops were open, the Pokecenter received visitors and patients alike, and all around citizens were enjoying the bright and cheery day. Children were out and about in the town with their friends or parents while other people like tourists and the elderly took to the grand pastures and fields over yonder. It was very peaceful out there as well, and there were plenty of Pokemon to observe or catch if one desired.
In one particular grove, far from the eyes and ears of the common populace, there resided a group of Pokemon belonging to a particular trainer. Two large heavyweights, a Nidoking and a Machoke, were grunting and huffing as they grappled with each other in a form of friendly competition. Being that they were known as powerhouses, it was a good idea to keep training and practicing for whatever battle might approach them. Standing off to the side in his own little world was a Gallade who was either referring the two sparring Pokemon or simply keeping an eye on them to make sure that no trees fell under their weight. He didn't seem too happy to be babysitting these two, but without a trainer present he did what he could to keep the group together. The final member of this four-man-band was a Houndoom, and he was all by his lonesome sprawled out on a sunny rock. The dark/fire type didn't look to happy for some reason, and he kept glancing towards some openings in the grove as if anticipating someone's arrival.<|im_end|>
For many, Verdanturf Town was a place of peace and happiness to escape the harsh world beyond its beautiful flowered borders, and a place that Pokemon and people alike could always bring back their best memories with just one breath of its pure air. However, for Mignonette, that was especially true.
Her happiest memories were far from peaceful, but they certainly were eventful; there was no doubt that had her first trainer Pokemon been with her at the moment once she stepped into the town's boundaries, he would immediately recall it as well. After all, who could forget the first time they had sex and enjoyed it beyond anything else? Forget human men, no one else could or even dared to understand the utter loyalty and prowess that male Pokemon could offer instead. To everyone else, Mignonette was just another ordinary trainer. Perhaps not just a regular trainer, considering that just a glance up her curvy athletic form always drew second (and often hungry) gazes after her, but with only the sight of her ample rear as the last sight of the female trainer, that would be all they could know. No one else would be the wiser about her more intimate attitudes towards her Pokemon...
It was well understood in the world of Pokemon that breeders were exceptionally close with Pokemon, sometimes even more than trainers could ever be. It was necessary, considering that they would always be around said creatures, but for Mignonette, it was something she had grown to utterly trust and devote herself to once she had decided to be a trainer instead. That mindset only proved even more correct once she had given herself to her Houndoom, and thus sealed the deal once and for all.
So the buxom trainer was in a high mood a few hours later once she left civilization behind her, having finished her accustomed shopping and restocking; Mignonette was more than eager to reunite with her beloved boys as she walked the familiar path to the nearby groves of trees removed from the actual town itself. Already, before she even see her team of Pokemon, she could hear them; the low grunts and growls of what could only be Hercules and Caesar, her Machoke and Nidoking respectively.
So when the female trainer finally came into view, she was wearing a knowing smirk on her face, dark gray eyes scanning the clearing and making a quick head count of her team of four; Mignonette was hardly looking to expand it any time soon, not with satisfaction and the hard work these four did that would be worth forty other Pokemon. All in all, each of them were behaving as usual, but it couldn't be helped that she might have a slight bias towards one of them that she called out to,"Asmodeus, dear."
Her husky melodic voice carried across the sparring as she gave a gentle wave towards the two muscular Pokemon to simply continue. The trainer's other hand was busy unwrapping the light cashmere scarf from around her neck and freeing her torso partly from the tight flower-decorated leotard and stockings with a smooth unzip down the front of her torso past her navel. It was only in the privacy of her Pokemon and the wilderness that Mignonette would even dare such a risqu action, exposing herself to them in invitation like this, and she was in particularly good mood as she walked leisurely towards the sunbathing Houndoom. The afternoon sun filtering through the treetops caught the creamy white tone of her skin and only emphasized the tantalizing curves of her bare large breasts the closer she came to Asmodeus.
"Are you playing nice with the others, hm?" she gently cooed at the devilish Pokemon, settling herself down neatly next to him with a loving hand caressing down his sleek fur and then another stroke down his dark orange underbelly. Of course she didn't skip over also running her fingers lightly over his obvious sheath and the large tight black balls, a soft giggle escaping past her smirking lips.
"I missed you too, my dear Asmodeus," Mignonette then leaned down to murmur against the Houndoom's neck, one hand still absently stroking his side as her head turned to motion to the other Pokemon on the team to also come over to her. They might as well sit through the show the sparring duo was putting on for them, and she would rather enjoy it with the company of her Pokemon up close against her.
Lancelot was swiftly becoming her closest confidant; the most reasonable of the four when Asmodeus was being moody, Caesar was simply just being a lovable brute as always, and Hercules was too single-minded in showing off his strength. Giving the Gallade the same welcoming warm smile, Mignonette waited before he was in reach before sneaking in a quick kiss against the Pokemon's green helmet and wrapping a lean arm around his waist.
"They haven't been at it for too long, yes? I'm sure you've been doing a wonderful job keeping them from hurting each other, Lancelot," she purred lightly in approval, drawing the Pokemon backwards into her lap; conveniently, his red triangular protruding from his back neatly fitted into the trainer's cleavage, letting her breasts press lightly against his back.<|im_end|>