A lone trainer wandered through the wilderness. With his satchel strap slung over his shoulder and a pearly white smile on his face, he was eager for the exciting adventure that awaited him because today he was going to be getting his first pokemon from the region's professor. What exact pokemon they were, he did not know, but from long nights of studying he knew there were three types he would have to choose from: Grass, Fire and Water. These three types form a triangular bond, each one dependent on the others for balance and survival. Grass types are a vastly diverse type that enables them to coexist peacefully with others as well as themselves, and they are as durable as they are diverse which allows them to find strength in both endurance and commune. Water types find power in adaptation and strive, able to change in a myriad of ways to overcome obstacles that most cannot. Fire types are an energetic bunch, tending to be willful and desirable which drives them to achieve great success in even the most difficult circumstances, but also highly destructive. Fire can easily burn out of control, feeding and growing as it continues its path of destruction. A true evil.

Each type sounded great in their own rite and the trainer could not decide which one he would want. Maybe he could pick one based on appearance, but what if they all look equally interesting to him? He could always pick a random, flip a coin, or roll a die. No, he needed to decide by choice not by chance. The trainer gripped his satchel strap; he was hoping to make his final decision before reaching the professor's lab, but it was proving to be difficult.

The boy looked up as came across a tree to his left side full of bright blue oran berries, a wonderful sustenance for pokemon. He figured he would pick a couple to give to his new partner, whichever he decided to choose. He climbed up the trunk and clung onto the nearest branch with both hands; using his weight, he shook the branch up and down and causing a several berries to fall to the ground. Feeling content, the trainer let go of the branch and dropped to the ground on his knees to collect the eight berries that laid around him. As he placed some berries in his satchel next to his extra pokeball, he heard a soft growling coming from behind him.

The trainer turned around to see what it was and saw a Pyroar, a heinous fire-type, glaring right at him from behind the tree. Feeling its piercing gaze, the trainer froze in place. The feline walked out from behind the tree to reveal its sleek brown and light brown fur that covered its body. By the looks of the long elegant mane on top of its head, the trainer was easily able to decipher that it was a female variant and while one might see it better than encountering a full sized male Pyroar; the females are much more territorial than the males, especially when its young are around. Anything that could potentially pose a threat to them are attacked relentlessly by its fiery breath. The boy hoped that the Pyroar did not see him as such.

He gulped as the feline began to stride towards him; his emotions conflicted by the Pyroar's gorgeous appearance and terrifying presence. The only thing he could think of was to submit to her to avoid any hostility. He carefully flipped his body over and laid himself out flat on his back hoping to appease the pokemon. The only thing he heard was Her heavy footsteps drawing closer as her large paws crushed the grass beneath their weight. While on the outside he was submitting and seemingly calm; on the inside he was on the edge of bursting out into tears from utter fear. What was she going to do to him?

As the Pyroar walked up to the boy and loomed over him, he looked into her bright blue eyes and what he saw was not a look of ferocity, but that of contentment. With a cordial smile on her face and a gentle purr in her tone, all of his fears were tamed. In fact, she almost seemed to take a liking to him. Her head leaned down and turned to the side as she started to brush her face against his own, nuzzling him as her friendly purring continued. This was not a creature of destruction, she was a creature of elegance and beauty. He had never in his life thought that fire-type could be so gentle and kind, but here he was witnessing it first-hand.

The boy in turn nuzzled against the feline's face as a sign of goodwill to her compassionate nature. As he brushed his face against hers a third time, she pulled away and looked at him with a different demeanor. Her brows shifted, one up and one down, giving herself a smug look. The Pyroar's face slowly began to turn a cherry red as if she were blushing. She turned her entire body around one-eighty degrees with her hindquarters now facing him instead of her face. The flanks on this pokemon were massive to say the least. Each cheek bigger than either his or her head, wobbling like gelatin with even the slightest of movements. A terrific mixture of fat and muscle compacted together to form two molds of rounded perfection.

She looked back at him with a teasing look as she shook her chunky tush at him. The trainer was puzzled at what she was doing and that's when it hit him, literally. With grace, the Pyroar dropped her monumental ass square on the trainer's face. Her great mounds of flesh squishing on top of his face and smearing across with no resistance. The boy could feel the warmth emanating off the feline's rump; whether it was because of her fire-typing or her natural body heat he could not tell, but it was actually quite comforting nonetheless.

The mountains of furry fat felt like a pair of water beds rested on top of him. He took a breath of air from betwixt the pillowy hinds and was met with a rather pleasant scent; he savored the sweet and tangy aroma of citrus within his body and craved a bit more of the delicious essence with each intake he took. The Pyroar proceeded to bounce her pudgy cheeks on top of him a few times, though being careful not to be too rough, before standing up off of him.

The bright rays of the sun shined on his face, causing him to squint to try to adjust to the light after being under the darkness that was the Pyroar's magnificent butt. He looked over to the pokemon who was sitting down in front of him with a friendly look on her face. It was a thrilling experience to get personal with a fire-type, but the trainer needed to move on to the professor's place. He returned the smile as he picked up his bag and got back onto his feet to return to his trip. As he took his first step, he felt something rub up against his leg. He looked down to see the Pyroar caressing said leg. She looked up to him with something in her mouth. His extra pokeball! He had been saving it in case the professor had no starting pokemon left, and he had to catch his own. It must have fallen out of his bag when he turned over. Was she implying that she wanted to be his pokemon? He reached for the pokeball and took it out of her mouth, "Do you want to be my first pokemon?" the trainer asked. The Pyroar's face beamed with joy at his inquiry, giving him the answer he wanted. He chuckled to himself as he readied to throw the ball at the Pyroar. She braced herself as the pokeball hit the top of her head. The ball opened and a red beam shot out that encased the Pyroar and captured her inside it. After the Pyroar was securely inside the pokeball, it fell to the grassy ground. Normally the pokeball would shake to the sides a few times before completely capturing a pokemon, but this time it did not shake and instead instantly locked itself. The Pyroar must have really wanted to be his partner! As he bent down and picked up the ball that housed his newfound partner; it was clear to him that this journey was going to be a great one.