"There you are!"

Emilie ran up to Clorinda, almost running right into her. “You owe me a rematch!” the rising star declared, pointing a finger at the punk girl.

“No, I don’t.” Clorinda replied without stopping. 

Fishnet, who was walking beside their trainer, didn’t even react to the girl running up. Today the shiny Pheromosa was wearing a fuchsia pull-up with black trim; a series of black lines formed a criss-cross pattern across the garment.

“C’mon, ya gotta let me battle you again!” Emilie said, practically bouncing. “Look, I even got a new Pokemon!”

Before Clorinda could protest, the other girl had already pulled out a nest ball and thrown it.

A Flygon popped out and flew alongside their trainer. The dragon Pokemon wore a brown-and-green hook-and-loop disposable diaper matching the pokeball they had been in; the flocked garment looked thick and fluffy. “Fly! Flygon!”

“Yeah, Sandtrap here has really good stats,” Emilie said, pointing at her Pokemon, “The Pokemon breeder that traded them to me said they have ‘all 31’s,’ whatever that means.” She put a finger to her chin. “I’m pretty sure it means they’re super powerful, though!”

Clorinda stopped walking and turned to the red-haired girl. “I’m sorry, who are you again?”

“It’s me, Emile!” she replied, waving her hand. “We battled last week, remember?”

Clorinda resumed walking down the street, picking up the pace a little. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

Emilie frowned. “Aww, what? C’mon, it was a tough battle! You completely swept my team!”

“Doesn’t really narrow it down,” the pink-haired punk responded.

A sly smile crept onto Emilie’s face. “You promised me we’d have a rematch!”

Shaking her head, Clorinda replied, “I’m pretty sure I said ‘nope.’”

“A-ha!” Emilie exclaimed, pointing. “So you do remember!”

Clorinda rolled her eyes. “No, I just have a policy of turning down rematches - for exactly this reason.”

Emilie pouted. “Aw, but you’re supposed to be my rival!”

“No one promised that.” Clorinda said flatly. 

The group reached a corner; Clorinda and Fishnet turned right, so Emilie and Sandtrap followed.

“C’mon, just give me another chance!” Emilie pleaded. “I’ve upped my game!”

The punk girl stopped. She turned to her Pokemon and gave a nod; the Pheromosa reciprocated the gesture.

Fishnet squatted. Making delicate, quiet grunts, the shiny Ultra Beast pushed. Faint hissing and quiet crackling became audible as the front of the bug Pokemon’s pull-up puffed out, while the back started to bulge out and sag. A cloying, almost sweet, funk filled the area.

“Gonnnn!” Sandtrap wailed as they covered their nose with their clawed hands.

Emilie pinched her nose, but otherwise said nothing.

Once they finished, Fishnet stood back up and adjusted their now completely full pull-up. “Ohhh…” they daintily sighed.

“What, is that supposed to drive me away or something?” Emilie asked, crossing her arms. “Well, it’s not gonna work! I’m not going anywhere until you give me that rematch!”

“Heh,” Clorinda chuckled, “I don’t know, looks like it’s working to me.” The punk pointed her thumb behind her to Sandtrap, who was now halfway down the street.

“Wait, no! Sandtrap, come back!” Emilie called out as she chased the fleeing Flygon. She then shouted over her shoulder, “This isn’t over! We will have a rematch!”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Clorinda muttered with a smirk.