Well, hello, it is me, Kai. Yeah, that trainer you all have not heard about. You know I am not interested on being famous, I want to focus only in my problem: to leave behind my phobia to ghost-type Pokemon. Or at least, forget all about it.
Since I just left home quite a few weeks ago and won the White Snowflake Badge, I'd like to tell you all/I'd say that I'm fine with the adventure. Like, I mean, we rescued a poor little Miltank who was treated as a bad girl in the ranch. Well, Hatsu -my Drifloon- and Eirien -a Vulpix- and I thought that the problems were all over, but that wasn't true. A few days later, we started to see that Pilary got ill, apparently for no reason. She was sick with fever and felt tired. She kept telling us she was ok, but we all knew that was not true, not a bit.
But... what could we do?
"Trust me, I'm fine! I just... Need to rest," she kept saying. Two days later, we arrived at Aegir, one of the biggest cities in Garaden.
Unfortunately, Pily fainted on her feet, but luckily, we were close to a Pokémon Center. What a relief!
"So... What is it? Is she going to be ok?" Four hours, four hours stuck inside a blank room in the Pokemon Center. Pilary was sleeping soundly, apparently better, but fever was still there.
"I think so. Where did you find her?", the doctor said. I could not answer; if I told anyone we helped her escape from that ranch, they would think we were just like criminals. "I'll be honest. She has not been milked. Miltanks need to get milked every day, and, if you do not have that in mind, or if you do not knew anything about that, you should better reconsider being a trainer. You need to worry more about what you do! To think about consequences! "
"I'm... sorry, I had no idea... So, what we can do now?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The doctor stood up and walked outside the room. A few minutes later, he returned back with two glass bottles, each in one hand. He gave me both.
"Oh... Oh, no, no, y-you're not going to say that I...".
"I will not touch her. She's your Pokémon, after all".
"That's no fair!" Hatsu claimed with her cheeks flushed, red like tomatoes.
"He'll need to do it if you want to see your friend get better. I mean... Fluid retention is a serious issue. She'll get worse if you do not hurry. You all are so lucky you got to Aegir quite fast!"
"I don't get it," Eirien said, "from where is he going to milk Pilary? What is that "milk" stuff?"
"You better not ask", Hatsu answered with a poker face, "Ok, I get it, it is for her sake. Good luck and all."
"Wait, you are not helping me!?" I shouted, but Hatsu and Eirien were already walking out of the infirmary.
"We'll be around! Bye bye!"
"Hatsuuuu! Oh shoot..." I looked over Pilary, who was reclined over the bed, with a heavy and loud breathing. "So... You're serious about this?" I asked, but the doctor himself disappeared behind the door, following both of my companions.
"Hmmm..." Pilary moaned uncomfortably.
"... OH YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!".
From that day on, I learned a valuable lesson: worry more about what your pokémon need every day, and be gentle with your hands.
Very gentle.
Crazy, don't you think? I'm working with a group of friends to make a story about moemons. Do not get the wrong idea; it is a quite serious project! I just wrote a non-canonical idea I got in my head. I hope you like it!
And, yeah, it is a world where every pokémon has been transformed into humans. And very cute ones at that!
See you later!