[Feebas]
Type: Water
Level: 16
Gender: Female
Ability: Swift Swim
Moves: Splash, Tackle
Egg Moves: Dragon Breath, Mirror Coat, Mist
"It's a Feebas!"
Rosa hurried over at the commotion, her face alight with excitement. Wade, however, was focused on the status panel only he could see. A flicker of surprise passed through him.
Dragon Breath and Mirror Coat? This Feebas has incredible potential.
In many ways, Feebas shared the "weakest Pokémon" title with Magikarp—pitiful stats, a moveset barely worth the name, and a reputation for utter helplessness. But just like Magikarp's glorious evolution, Feebas's transformation was legendary. A Milotic was hailed as the most beautiful Pokémon of all.
A perfect form, coupled with this hidden potential… This future mermaid was a treasure he couldn't pass up.
"Skitty, you're up," Wade said, issuing a battle challenge to the unassuming fish.
"Meowth!" Skitty chirped, adopting a fighting stance. The Feebas didn't look strong, so she'd let it make the first move.
Things did not go as planned.
The Feebas merely flopped onto the grass and lay there, utterly inert. While the Magikarp in the bucket splashed with idiocy energy, this one was a still life of apathy.
Long moments passed. Finally, Feebas gave a single, languid tail flap.
Through Gardevoir's psychic translation, a flat, emotionless female voice reached them.
"Feebas."
(Can't win. I surrender.)
"…"
Why won't you even try?!
Skitty, paw raised for a Double Slap, slowly lowered it, bewildered.
Wade pinched the bridge of his nose. He understood now.
If the Miltank in the barn was the epitome of a naive, clueless innocent… this Feebas was a true kuudere. An emotionless girl. No visible mouth, no readable heart, no expression. Every utterance was a mechanical monotone.
"Lopunny…"
The rabbit Pokémon beside him shuddered. The sun was shining, yet she felt the temperature drop a dozen degrees.
What a terrifying Feebas!
"In that case... Poké Ball, go!"
He knew exactly how to handle this. With a practiced flick, he sent a red-and-white sphere spinning through the air.
Feebas's eyes—the only part of her that seemed to hold a flicker of life—widened briefly in the instant before she was dissolved into red light and drawn inside. The ball rocked once, twice... then clicked shut with finality.
"Alright, let's head back for lunch," Wade announced, returning the bucket of Magikarp to the lake. The morning had been a success. He now held a rare Feebas, dormant in her ball.
Feebas's evolution was unique. It wasn't about leveling up or using a stone. She needed her Beauty condition raised to a sublime peak. That meant a regimen of specially blended Poffins, meticulous grooming, and daily care. He mentally catalogued the berries on the farm and planned a Poffin-making session. Bathing would be essential, too—only through consistent, loving care could her latent beauty fully blossom.
"Master~"
A soft, psychic voice purred in his mind, accompanied by a wave of sweet scent. He turned to find Gardevoir—having shifted into her Pokémon Girl form—leaning intimately close. Her delicate, gauzy dress slipped slightly from a smooth shoulder, and her eyes glimmered with devoted mischief.
"Are you going to help Feebas bathe later?" she whispered, her psychic voice a velvet brush against his thoughts. "I want a bath, too~"
Wade snapped out of his planning, gently flicking her forehead. "Fine. I'll get you clean, too. But no more peeking into my thoughts, you little eavesdropper."
"Kyuu…" Gardevoir clutched her forehead, feigning tears.
Shooting her a look that promised a thorough scrubbing later, Wade turned his all-seeing gaze to Rosa, ensuring she hadn't been left out of the afternoon's plans.
How should one deal with a buxom girl caught eavesdropping, her ears perked and face flushed?
Naturally—
"It seems my energy reserves are a bit too high today. Rosa, you'll be joining us later~"
Wade stepped forward, his hand descending to ruffle her soft, tea-brown hair. His voice was a low, bewitching murmur meant for her alone.
"E-Eh?!"
Caught red-handed, Rosa let out a soft gasp. The blush that stained her cheeks deepened to a scorching crimson, and her knees trembled faintly. She… she was just listening! That was all!
But under the devastating combination of his touch and that tone, Rosa—who had already molded herself to his whims in countless ways—found herself powerless to refuse. After a long, flustered moment, she gave the tiniest, most hesitant nod.
She couldn't help but swallow hard.
W-wait a minute!
Her traitorous imagination conjured the scene in vivid detail: herself and Ms. Gardevoir, bent over the tiled bathroom wall, presenting themselves. She could almost feel the rough warmth of his large hands gently gripping her trembling hips, the soft drag of a bath towel as he meticulously cleaned every inch of her skin…
She'd escaped last night's bedroom, only to be ushered into an even more scandalous playtime in the bath.
N-no! That's… that's still too indecent!!!
"…"
Nearby, Mienshao, who had been observing the entire exchange, slithered closer to the Trainer. Her enchanting features were arranged into a mask of profound grievance.
Hoh?
The little master was planning a silver party… and didn't invite her?
The voluptuous and lonely mature woman ran her tongue over slightly dry, crimson lips. Her loose lavender kimono shifted with the movement, the fabric swaying against the ripe curve of her breasts in a mesmerizing, snowy ripple.
Back at the wooden cabin, just as the Trainer was preparing to inaugurate the joyous bathroom festivities, a firm knock echoed from the front door.
"Coming."
Wade gave an impatient pat to the plump rear of Ms. Gardevoir, who was already attempting to clamber onto his back, and disentangled himself from her clingy grasp. He opened the door to find a stranger on his porch.
"Hello. Are you the owner of this farm?"
The woman was tall and blonde, her tone coolly professional, though her expression held a veneer of polite respect.
"I am. Wade," he replied with a slight nod. "And you are?"
For some reason, her appearance struck a faint chord of familiarity.
"Olivia. A pleasure." She offered a curt, efficient smile. "I'm here on behalf of Silph Co. to discuss a potential procurement partnership regarding your Miltank raw milk."
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