Well, well, another M-rated story? But I promise, there will be no actual sex in this one. It'll be more... ecchi-like? But yeah, certainly no sex.

"Naaate, I'm so glad you could make it!"

As soon as he came into her view, the pink-haired girl in the white hat could not suppress her emotions, and ran as fast as her delicate legs could allow, making her presence known to the boy she was unceasingly grateful to. A gasp of surprise escaped from the young man; while he knew that Yancy was somewhat on the emotive side, he wasn't entirely accustomed to being greeted with a hug-tackle combination.

"H-Hey Yancy… You, uh, you sure are happy to see me," he replied, resisting the urge to push the girl away; even as he could swear that the very air of his lungs was being wrung out of his body, he decided against doing anything to upset her. Though Yancy was normally calm, sweet and mild-mannered, she harbored a temper comparable to that of a Hydreigon.

"Nate, Nate, Nate, I'm always happy to see you, silly-willy," she chirped, still holding on to Nate, unaware of the heads that turned as they passed by; Nimbasa City did tend to be more crowded on weekends. Releasing the boy from her clutches, Yancy suggested in an excited voice, "Come on, come on, let's ride on the ferris wheel! Follow me!"

Whether Nate wanted to ride with her or not, the choice was not his to make. He didn't have the chance to properly respond as the pink-haired girl tugged him along by his wrist, like a pet on a leash.

As always, he maintained a friendly façade as the attendant ushered Yancy and him into the ferris wheel's Poké Ball-shaped carriage, where they sat as the large mechanism began its rotation, gradually lifting the twosome higher and higher into the clear skies. The sunlight that filtered through the glass of the windows began to make Nate drowse – for reasons that he could not easily explain – and he was just about ready to fall asleep before his drooping eyelids were startled open by a sudden weight landing on top of his body.

"Yancy? What're you doing?!"

The girl simply smiled, and replied, "Oh, I just felt so lonely sitting all the way on the other side, so I thought I'd sit a bit closer to you… You don't mind, right?" while leaning her back against Nate's chest.

"B-but you're kind of, well, sitting on my lap! I'll move over if you want…" She wasn't heavy enough to flatten Nate just by sitting on him, but he couldn't help but notice that Yancy was pressing quite a bit of her weight against the center of his lap… home to a part of Nate that was very sensitive to being touched, or in this case, smothered.

"No… no. This is just fine. I don't mind sitting on you, my little Nate," she sang in a voice most cloying and syrupy, "but I need to get juuust a little more comfy."

She began to wobble her petite rump against her personal boy-shaped chair, and as she began to get more comfortable, Nate found himself getting less comfortable. He wasn't sure if Yancy knew about it, but his groin was beginning to take heed of the fluctuating pressure that she was applying, and if this kept up for much longer… he would suddenly find himself wishing that he brought along a spare pair of pants.

However, Yancy seemed blissfully unaware of her friend's predicament; she couldn't see the way his cheeks were beginning to flush with redness, or how his mouth was clamped shut in a desperate effort to keep silent. She wasn't completely oblivious though, as she felt a small protrusion poking at her backside. She realized that Nate was actually enjoying this teasing of hers, and she couldn't help but find it cute that the boy was trying to hide the fact.

"Yancy, please… You're h… hurting me..." Nate whined, too engrossed in the heat of the moment to realize that their ride was coming to an end. Yancy giggled, "Don't worry, my sweet little honeybunch, it won't hurt as much once-"

The conversation was interrupted as the carriage's door swung open, with the ride's attendant looking on, trying not to think anything of the current situation as Yancy jumped off of Nate's lap, the two awkwardly stepping out of the ferris wheel to meet solid ground once again. As the tent that had formed in his shorts began to recede, Nate was particularly grateful that their ride had been a short one. Yancy was a very good friend, he could not deny, but as far as he was concerned, she would have to remain as that and nothing more. As they walked around the city together, Nate noticed that she hadn't said a word since they had gotten off the ferris wheel. In fact, she couldn't even look him in the eye.

"Umm… you okay, Yancy?" he asked.

The girl in the hat coyly eyed the ground at his feet as she answered, "I-I guess… I don't know what came over me, and… you're not mad at me, are you?" Nate smiled as he shook his head. While the ordeal had made him more than a little uncomfortable, he wasn't one to hold grudges.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Nate!" Yancy jumped about excitedly. "I'm so glad you understand… And to show how sorry I am, I'll give you a Pokémon I caught when I was working overseas the other day! You don't need to give me anything In return… it's my gift to you."

"Okay…" replied the boy. He didn't quite know what to expect; while Unova was home to many varieties of Pokémon in this day and age, there were still quite a few that could only be found in other regions. Reaching into her pockets, she retrieved an ordinary Poké Ball, observing the capsule suspiciously.

As she looked at the ball, the memory came to her. This Pokémon had seemed cute when it was roaming in the wild, but when Yancy had brought it to the room she was staying at, its true colors were revealed, and they were most unpleasant… but this was the only Pokémon she had brought with her today, and she didn't want to disappoint her friend any further.

Hiding the worry in her voice, she handed the Poké Ball to Nate as she spoke, "Here it is! It's… it's a Pokémon from the Hoenn region… it's a very nice place to go if you like swimming."

Nate took the capsule, curious to find out what was inside. He wanted to guess that it was a Water-type; why else would Yancy have mentioned swimming? The boy decided to keep the ball safe in his bag, saving the surprise for when he was at home.

"Oh… you're going to open it later?" Yancy asked. "That's okay… but if the Pokémon gives you any trouble, any at all, just call me and I'll give you another one instead!"

Nate nodded, and Yancy hugged him tightly once more before the two parted, off to do their separate tasks.

As Yancy made her way back to the studio she worked at, the nagging thoughts were starting to gnaw at her mind again. She could only hope that her Pokémon would be better behaved under the tenure of a more experienced trainer.