Back again, once again. Not much to say other than comment, favorite, follow and enjoy!

P.S: PokeRogue is great but damn do I have shit luck.

Looker sighed as he exited the hospital's double doors. He pulled a box of cigars from one of his inside pockets as he stepped off to the side. Usually he would only smoke at night and definitely never while in the middle of investigation. But honestly… after getting told that someone could die and actually be reincarnated, end up in a totally alien world and still have viable information because they watched a TV show? He could bend his own rules a bit.

He pulled one of the fine rolls of wonderful cancer givers out and cast his thoughts back to the call he just got off. Team Rocket intel was an extreme priority for the International Police and he had to relay what Michael had given them. He had immediately dialed a number only a few on the force knew and was connected after a few rings. From there it was a couple coded phrases relayed back and forth between him and the other speaker. The orders he received had been clear.

Leave Anabel behind to monitor the newest asset, report in person. An understandable order to receive to be honest. Anabel was easily a superior trainer to watch over the kid and he could impress on the higher ups just how much they gained in one Faller. He struck a match and brought it up to his smoke and began to puff.

"Heh, good to see I'm not the only one who can't break a bad habit." A gruff and cocksure voice got his attention and he glanced to the side. Guess I shouldn't be surprised…it's his home region after all.

An older man with graying hair and thick eyebrows walked up to him. He wore a black jacket over his burgundy shirt and long dark slacks. The yellow crest on the shoulder of the jacket indicated his position as police officer, more than likely a detective. Looker knew better however. The necklace around his neck had a small pitch black crystal, perfectly shaped into a diamond. The stone wristband he had was expertly crafted and had an open slot for a diamond shaped object just like the crystal around his neck. They were the indications of his true position in Alolan society.

"How's little Purps? Still missing a few puzzle pieces?" Nanu, the Kahuna of Ula' Ula Island asked, his dark red eyes filled with that dark humor of his.

"She's actually recovered a lot. How've you been Nanu?" Looker said neutrally.

Nanu's smirk fell in a disappointed frown. "Ah come on Looks. You can't seriously still be mad at me?"

"I was never mad. It's perfectly understandable to want to return home to serve your home region." Looker said. "In fact, you could say you serve it even more as a Kahuna than as a detective."

Nanu scoffed and sat down on the side of a raised planter. "Heh, yeah maybe. Honestly sometimes it's a hassle. Bunch of bright eyed punks run up demanding a Trial." He cracked an eye open and while someone else might mistake it for a casual look, Looker knew he was being scrutinized closely at that moment. "So, who's the kid?"

"What kid?" Looker responded. Don't push.

"Who else? Random kid drops in from nowhere, gets cut down in the rain by a PokeGirl and not a single parent trying to tear the island apart looking for him?" Nanu said sarcastically. "We both know there's more than one way to smuggle yourself into paradise, Looks." Nanu said darkly.

"Even if I had that information, you know I wouldn't tell you." Looker deadpanned.

"Ahh come on, not even for your old friend?" He smirked. When Looker didn't budge he sighed and looked away nonchalantly, "Fine, guess I'll have to see if Purps will give this old Mabosstiff a bone." That got Looker to smirk slightly.

"Sure, I'm sure she'll just have you battle for it." Looker prodded. Nanu's usual frown became real as he was reminded. When they had found a disoriented Anabel on Alola's beaches she could only remember a few things. Her name, she was from Hoenn, there was a tower to protect, and that she was a powerful Trainer. That had caught Nanu's attention and after a bit of Anabel settling in, he had challenged her to some friend matches. It quickly turned sour as Nanu was beaten time after time proving that Anabel was indeed a powerful Trainer (even if at the time she would look at her PokeGirls oddly) and that Nanu was a sore loser. He was obviously still sour about it.

"Eh, whatever. Guess it doesn't really concern me anymore." Nanu said as he stood up and faced Looker. "Just tell me this. Do I need to keep an eye out for him or on him?"

"Out for." Looker said with all the seriousness of an Absol sighting. Nanu's face scrunched before he nodded and turned away. The Dark type master threw a hand in goodbye as he walked away from his former friend and coworker.

Looker sighed as he took a longer drag on his cigar. Why does everything have to be so damn complicated? He placed a hand over his other inside pocket. He felt the small spherical mass inside, close to his heart as he looked off and waited for Anabel to join him. Sometimes I really need you, girl.

"You okay?" Anabel asked as she joined him. He spared a glance at her before taking one last drag. He snuffed the cigar's tip and put it back in the case to finish later before addressing his technical superior. Though we're definitely more like partners in these messes.

"Yeah, new orders too. I'll be returning to report on high while you get the honor of babysitting." He quipped in rare form. Anabel blinked before she performed an over dramatic sigh.

"Oh, woe is me! My poor friend has to leave me here in this tropical paradise! Oh how will he ever survive the hustle and bustle of Castelia without his absolutely beautiful and powerful superior officer!" She dramatically performed hoping to get Looker to crack only to be met with his stone face returning. "Really? Nothing?"

"Nothing." He confirmed.

"Boo, I hope you can only get economy on the way back." She pouted and Looker rolled his eyes.

"It probably won't be long before I either get sent back or they ask you to bring him to HQ. Just get him set up to attend the PokeGirl School. You're being granted use of the Hau'oli safehouse so you won't have to rent a hotel room." Anabel nodded, pulling her phone out to access her accounts. Conveniently a wire transfer hit one of the accounts they used for abroad operations. She was about to put it away when a message came through from an unknown number.

It was a picture of a room full of the kids they had shoo'ed out at the beginning of their interview with Micheal. The pink haired girl was giving a noogie to the short orange haired boy as a blue haired one laughed in the background. The shirtless dark skinned one and Micheal were seemingly in a deep conversation while a green haired girl and blonde haired girl tried to stop the rough housing futilely. She couldn't help but smile as she analyzed the picture. Well, looks like he won't be lonely. I should get some stuff so he can have them over.

"Alright, looks like I've got home shopping to do and you've got a plane to catch. Report to me when you've landed and keep me updated." She said as she began to saunter away. She vaguely heard a respectful "yes ma'am" before she dismissed it. She had errands to run, professors to find and principals to talk to.

"Pannnnnn…pancham…PAN!" Pancham's voiced panted in exertion. The sweet smell of her sweat filled the room as equally as the sound of her body's slapping. While normally this kind of event would be mine or possibly even Ribombee's doing today this was not the case.

"Wow, I'm surprised she still hasn't given up…" Rapp commented around her mouthful of lime jello. I nodded in agreement with my own mouth occupied by the salisbury steak and potatoes they had brought for lunch today.

"Chansey!" A high pitch voice intoned and I could practically feel the taunting tone. Pancham must have heard it too as she doubled her efforts to get out of the armbar she had been in for the last 10 minutes. Rewinding back a bit could shed some light on this situation my poor Fighting type had gotten herself into.

The day after I had woken up was far less hectic than yesterday. A few hours of tests being broken up by me being wheeled back into my room to hangout with my friends had been honestly exhausting. On the brightside it seems I was progressing well and was looking at a release soon. It still blew my mind that I would be able to leave a hospital in just over a week from getting nearly bisected but that was Pokemon world tech for you. While humans could take a dip in a healing machine like PokeGirls there were still a number of solutions that would seem far fetched in ours.

However, since most of my friends had dedicated their days to me yesterday, there was a sort of obligation for them to spend time with their families today at least. An understandable ask considering some of them had their own positions and chores to do and since the start of the school semester was right around the corner. Mallow and Kiawe had been called back to help their respective families business but I was promised a battle and feast upon my release. Sophocles' family were apparently supposed to host his grandparents and cousins. Lana had told me she was going fishing with her family since there wasn't much time left before school started, though she couldn't help but look a little guilty as she said so. I smiled and reassured her that it was okay and it just meant we would have to fish together another time. Lillie was the only one who seemed reluctant to go to her family obligation, an apparent visit to her mother on Aether Foundation's manmade island. However there was one friend who could get away with visiting me and visiting her parents.

Rapp had walked in just a little after 8 in the morning, shot me a sign of "what's up" and had planted her butt on the couch next to my bed. Since then we've been chatting on and off, watching PokeTube, laughing at memes and generally just hanging out. Ribombee had bugged her at one point to release Zubat so she could show off her new form. It had taken Zubat no time at all to fangirl over her friend's new form and the two flyers had taken off to get into trouble around the hospital's airspace. Rapp had commandeered Vulpix as her cuddle buddy on the couch and Pancham was flitting between cuddling us both and doing her solo workouts in the corner. A sight both me and Rapp appreciated.

Around noon the door slid open and a tray car was wheeled into my room. Lunch was served but I couldn't help but be fascinated by the server.

"Chansey!" The pink PokeGirl cried out as she entered. She was pink from head to toe with just her curly hair being a slightly darker shade of pink. Her body was absolutely rocking but I could help but notice how most of her was covered. It was rare to see a PokeGirl dressed since clothing was likely to be destroyed in a battle. Usually you would only see them in uniforms related to a profession and sometimes not even then.

But while being served by a nurse who embodied being thiccc with 3 C's was great, it was what was on her skin that caught my attention. Her legs, arms, chest, everywhere there was a litany of scars of all types. Claws, blades, and burns mapped their way across her body. As she turned to face me I saw 4 larger gashes cross her milky white left eye and that the right side of her head was actually hairless because of a deep burn scar giving her a half shaved look.

I couldn't help but wince as I realized I was staring, not at the bouncy and jiggling assets (and boy were there a lot of assets), but at her scars. While I knew PokeGirls generally didn't care much about accumulating scars it was more of the fact that she had so many. It usually took either an extremely powerful attack or a lot, and I mean a lot, of attacks to leave permanent damage like that. This Chansey had obviously seen a lot of battle and hadn't always come out unscathed.

However, she took my faux pax in stride and smiled as she pulled a tray out and set up my lunch. However before I could react a black and white blue darted in and grabbed my cup of jello right from under my nose.

"Pancham!" Her cheery voice sounded as she did a little wiggle dance at her sugary prize. She didn't notice the dark aura surrounding Chansey, nor the menacing gleam in her eye. Before the thieving panda could bring the spoon up to her mouth a swift pink blue kicked the cup up into the air. In an amazing display of control and power, Chansey had kicked the cup out of Pancham's paws and grabbed her extending arms before flipping them both over in a picture perfect, textbook arm bar. A moment later my cup of jello landed perfectly back into its slot on my tray as everyone else blinked in amazement.

Finally, with a cry of "Chansey!" the pink bbw wrenched up on the arm that had been trapped by her legs up towards her beautiful tits. Thus, a 10 minute long war of attrition had begun as Pancham's competitive spirit refused to let her tap to a Normal type, no matter the obvious difference in their skills.

What's even funnier is that, had she just asked, I would 100% given her the jello. I wasn't a fan of lime and would be more than willing for her to have it. Hell, Rapp was eating it right now enjoying the hot and sweaty wrestling match we were getting.

"That's 12 minutes and 34 seconds! You can do it girl! Show her your powerrrr!" Rotom egged on the confrontation, no doubt taking as many compromising pictures as absolutely possible, a folder I was going to ask her to share later…

However her words did snap me out of my thoughts and I spoke up in defense of my youngest(?) team member. "Hey, Chansey? I think that's enough. I prefer my PokeGirls with all their joints intact.".

Chansey shrugged, getting one last squeak out of Pancham, before letting the bear's arm free. She rolled onto her feet with a practiced ease leaving Pancham panting on the floor. Chansey gave a giggle as she bent down and patted Pancham's thigh in a "good try sport" before turning on heel and skipping away, pulling the tray cart behind her.

"Hate to see her go, love to watch her leave…" Rapp mumbled to me as I nodded in agreement. Rotom snapped one last picture before she returned to her spot on the bedside table. I quickly helped plug her in before I turned my attention back to my exhausted PokeGirl.

"You actually did really well Pancham. I'm proud of you for not giving up but sometimes you need to take note of your own limits." Pancham just threw a thumbs up before returning to her floor melting activity.

"Hey check this out." Rapp said before shoving her phone in my face. Her social media feed was usually plastered with memes or band announcements so surprisingly a video from a news organization had found its way onto it.

Apparently, Gumshoos was not the only PokeGirl that went wild during the storm. She was just the only one with a confirmed wounding of a human here in Alola. Once docile and loving pets had turned into angry agents of destruction. Wild Gravelers charged a safari tour truck as a Golem launched Geodudes from behind. Pikpek flying at random boring holes into anything vaguely wood colored. Someone had even gotten a brief video of a massive bear shape through the trees before it turned its glowing eyes towards the camera.

People were sharing their own experiences and theories in the comments. It seemed everyone had something to say from every region, even the remote regions that only had Rangers. Geez, I didn't know it was that widespread. The Ranger regions were also hit the hardest…lends credence to the pokeball interfering with whatever it was that caused them all to go buck wild and not in the preferred sexy way. I, of course, had my own theory thanks to Rotom's experience during the event. If it really was a psychic storm there's only one that I can think of that has that much power.

"The League said they're gonna investigate what happened. They're also sending aid to Fiore and Almia. I can't believe how bad it was." Rapp said. I nodded along. I wasn't too worried about the League investigation. I doubt they could find her if she didn't want to be found.

A knock on the door drew our attention as it slid open shortly after. Kahuna Hala strode in with his Makuhita serving as his escort today. Pancham made a miraculous recovery and instantly latched onto the fellow Fighting type. However before they could get too far a cute squeak interrupted them as a blue mouse girl with a minus shaped tail bowled both of them over. A man I assumed had to be the Minun's Trainer followed behind the Kahuna. The PokeGirls began to wrestle in the background as they strode to my bedside. The man behind Kahuna Hala was a young adult, probably in his early 20's. He had a head full of dark blue hair that was held back by a red headband. His red and black uniform held accents of yellow and white. A white badge in the shape of a pokeball imposed on a set of wings rested on his sleeves. Finally a holder of some kind held a device in it. Is that a Beyblade? Which universe am I in?

"Well, it's good to see you in such good spirits. I hope I'm not bothering you young ones." Hala said with a smile. I smiled and shook his hand in greeting. "Let me introduce you to my colleague." He said, gesturing to the other man.

"Lunick. I represent the Ranger Union here in Alola. I've heard good things." He said, shaking my hand and it all clicked into place for me. He's the male protagonist from the first Ranger game. Can't believe I didn't recognize him.

"Well it can't all be good if you're meeting me here right?" I said with an awkward laugh as I returned the gesture.

"On the contrary, it takes a lot to jump into front of a PokeGirls' attack. You're not looking for a job are you?"

"Sorry, I love the girls too much to not use pokeballs." He shrugged at my response before he and Hala pulled chairs up to sit. I could tell the tension shift as Rapp sat up with her own focus on the Kahuna and Ranger leader. "I guess this isn't just a social call?"

Hala and Lunick exchange a glance before Hala coughed a bit into his hand. "I'm afraid not. As Kahuna of Melemele it's my responsibility to ensure the safety of all life on the island."

"And as head of the Ranger Union here I deal with all matters of PokeGirl wildlife, conservation, and unfortunately the aftermath of PokeGirl attacks."

"Oh that's what Rangers do? I thought they just ran kids off from beaches." Rapp mumbled. Lunick blinked and chuckled a nervous laugh while rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh usually we only do that during a PokeGirls' nesting season." Rapp just rolled her eyes and focused back on her phone.

"So," I said awkwardly. "If you're the ones who handle PokeGirl matters on the island, why are you here for me? Are you gonna like, relocate the PokeGirl that attacked me?" Hala shot a glance at the Ranger before leaning in closer to me, hands on his knees.

"Young Michael, what do you know about the Ranger Union's policies? Particularly in cases of human assaults?"

Rapp and I exchanged a confused glance. She shrugged, obviously not knowing the answer either. "Uhh, let's assume next to nothing." I said turning back.

"That's alright. Union policies are public knowledge but I know a lot of people don't look them up until they're directly dealing with us." Lunick explained. I saw a hint of steel enter his eyes and he looked me in the eyes. "Long story short, Ranger Union policy states that PokeGirls that injure or kill a human are to be culled." The silence that filled the room was deafening. That or it was the blood rushing to my ears was just too loud to hear over everything. Rapp shot upright in her seat in shock and Pancham dropped Minum on her ass. I couldn't find the words to express the myriad of feelings that rose in my throat. I knew I had to protest but it felt like my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth.

However, never let it be said that we were all stunned silent. There was always gonna be one around me that would…enthusiastically express herself.

"W-WH-WH-WHAT?!" Rotom shot up in a fluctuating ball of livid plasma. The light in the hospital started to dim and brighten erratically. Lunick's hand instinctively shot to his capture styler. Makuhita was either exceptionally well trained or was able to predict something like this happening. She shot over to Kahuna Hala's chair and physically pulled it and its occupant behind her, interposing herself being her Master. "Y-you c-can't do-do-do that! It's horrible! It's- it's- it's murder!" The lightbulbs over head popped and hell was let loose for half a second.

Lunick jumped up, his chair sliding into the wall behind him with deafening force. He drew his capture styler, leveling the device directly at Rotom. I couldn't help but throw my hand in front of the plasma ghost. Minun looked like she was turning her back on her partner only for me to realize she had squared off with Pancham, who had already dropped into her loose stance. Vulpix, mercifully, didn't whip a winter storm up indoors but that might be because she had taken to shielding Rapp with her tails. However the growls she was leveling told me that wouldn't last.

"Enough." A stern and forceful voice commanded. Kahuna Hala stood up and put a hand between us all. "There is no reason to fight, especially in this place of healing. Let's all calm down and talk about why we're here."

Lunick reluctantly lowered his styler and Rotom floated down to rest on my chest. I pulled her into a hug to comfort her. Lunick sighed and holstered his styler.

"Look sorry about that." He pulled his chair back under him as the PokeGirls around the room slowly started to calm down. Minum decided play time was over and crawled into Lunick's lap. Pancham flopped backwards onto Rapp and Vulpix knocking the wind out of both of them.

"Wonderful!" Kahuna Hala clapped his hands to clear the air. "A wise warrior will know when to fight and when to talk."

You're right. Sorry Kahuna Hala, Michael." Lunick said before focusing solely on Rotom "I'm especially sorry to you. Please forgive me."

Rotom huffed a bit, "I guess. But if you step out of line you're gonna have to deal with Master!" Lunick and Hala laughed.

"Now as for why we're here." Hala said gravely. "It's true that the Ranger policy would call for a culling of the PokeGirl there are some… extenuating circumstances that make that policy difficult to enforce…"

"The rampage." Rapp said quietly. Lunick and Hala nodded.

"Is that what they're calling it?" I asked confusedly. Rapp rolled her eyes and showed me a video on her phone. I guess it was hard to describe a Rydon throwing a tractor trailer 100 yards anything other than a rampage.

"The Rangers have been flooded with reports like that. It makes it extremely obvious that something fishy was going on. Wild PokeGirls around the globe becoming extremely aggressive is enough to raise an eyebrow at." Lunick explained.

"And that brings us to today. It's not often we would disagree on something but this is something, I as Kahuna, cannot abide."

"Since we are at an impasse, we thought it only right for you as the victim to get a say in how the situation is handled."

Great…they can't make a decision so they just push it off on me. Shit always rolls downhill no matter the universe, huh?

I looked down at Rotom. She was refusing to meet my eye. I think after her earlier outburst she'd had time to think about it. I could hazard a guess at Vulpix and Pancham's thoughts. Pancham was always one to follow me and the girls' decisions. If we thought it was the right thing then she would too. Vulpix…would probably still be a bit vindictive towards the Gumshoos. Everytime I rubbed my bandages or grimaced in pain she would growl. Ribombee seemed to be moving on. Whether that was a result of her evolution or just her personality was a moot point.

God why do I have to choose?! I'm a literal alien. I know this world is brutal and M-rated but couldn't we have one PG solution?!

"What do you think?" I asked. Hot pink eyes met my brown and I could see her thinking.

"A few days ago…I would have said let her reap what she sowed…" She said grimly.

"A few days ago." I repeated back to her.

"Yeah…" She said as she looked down at the looping videos on her phone of rampaging PokeGirls. "A few days ago."

I could help but smile. Rapp was rough around the edges and was just as likely to roast you as look at you. But underneath all that punk aura was a true kind soul.

"During the storm, Rotom wasn't feeling well. Like something was trying to influence her. I don't know why she was affected but it's obvious something was happening. I don't think it's right to punish someone for something they can't control." I sighed and looked firmly at Hala and Lunick. "I won't support Gumshoos getting euthanized."

Lunick sighed and Hala's broad smile belay his joy at being right and the decision I made.

"Well if that's the decision you've made I can't really argue with it. The Ranger's might have a policy but we tend to respect the local traditions."

"Indeed. And on that note," Hala said before looking squarely at me. " I understand you're looking to attempt one of the Leagues in the future. Do you have any plans of when you'll do so?"

I blinked, not quite expecting the question. "Honestly, I don't have a timetable. I know it's expensive to go on a journey and well…I think people can gather my home situation." I said. Rapp leaned over and put a hand over mine in a show of support and I smiled at her.

"Indeed." Hala said sympathetically. "In that case, until you decide when and where you'll go, why don't you undertake the Island Trials? I believe it would give you valuable experiences."

"I didn't know the Island Trials were open for foreigners." I said. That was a lie since I watched Ash do them but hey different universes, different rules. Plus they didn't know that I knew that.

Hala's booming laugh reverberated the room. "Alola will always welcome any who grace her shores and call her people family. You need only have someone sponsor you to take the Trials and I would be most pleased to do so."

I blinked in surprise before looking at Rapp. She shrugged in response, obviously letting me make the decision. I looked down at Rotom who smiled excitedly.

"You should do it Master! I think you'll be great!"

Well…what do I have to lose? "Alright. I accept."

"Excellent! Then I, Kahuna Hala of Melemele Island and servant of the great deity Tapu Koko declare you an Island Challenger! May the Tapus guide your actions with wisdom and strength!" Hala declared. Lunick gave an awkward clap and Rapp rolled her eyes.

"Thank you Kahuna Hala. I hope to live up to your expectations."

"Oh I believe you will." He said. "Now we still have a Gumshoos on the loose that needs to be dealt with so as Kahuna I will give you your first Trial. You must find and deal with this Gumshoos to ensure that this attack was a single event and not the beginning of a pattern."

"Uhh, Kahuna Hala. Is that really a good idea?" Lunick protested. "I mean, you're basically asking him to face his attacker.'

"It's fine." I said, my mind already planning. "I think…I can do something but I might need some advice. Is that against the challenge?" I asked Hala who smiled in response.

"A wise challenger will use all available tools. But you need not be in a rush. When you are recovered, Lunick and I will be your observers. Until then rest. You'll need your full strength."

I nodded and Lunick sighed, no doubt having realized he was still roped into dealing with the Gumshoos.

"Well I better get back home. I have a report to write up." Lunick said. He stood and slung his partner Minum who had decided to nap in his lap over his shoulder. "Again, I'm sorry if our meeting left a bad impression. I hope you don't hold it against The Rangers Union." He said as he reached hand out.

"No, I understand." I shook his hand. "You were just doing as you were trained and told." He bowed slightly and started to leave.

Hala stood to follow before I caught his attention. "Kahuna Hala? Would it be alright if one day I came by and got some lessons on Alolan traditions?" If I know the traditions it might help me out in the long run. Plus, how often do you get to learn another universe's history and culture?

Hala's eyes widened. I didn't know they could get that wide. His grin shone tenfold as he clapped his hands. "It would be an honor to teach you." He bowed slightly before leaving my hospital room. Makuhita sent a quick wave towards my girls before following her Master out.

"Well." I said looking at Rapp. "That was interesting."

"Pfft. Yeah. Interesting. I never could get interested in that Island Challenge stuff." She said as she went back to scrolling through memes.

"Hey Rapp. Thanks." I said leaning back into my pillow.

"I know I'm great but what are you thanking me for this time?" She said with a grin.

"I was worried everyone would want revenge on that Gumshoos. I thought I would be weird if I said she shouldn't be punished." I said. "So I guess I'm saying thank you for being as kind as you are." I said with a smile. I thought she would slug me in the shoulder and make a joke with me. Instead her face grew pink enough to match her hair. She buried her face into Vulpix's fur for a minute before glaring at me.

"You're definitely buying the pit seats when that band I like comes."

I winced as I thought about how much that would cost me. Maybe I can get a loan from the Bank of Lillie?

"Well I guess I better think about what to do with Gumshoos." I threw my hands behind my head and started counting ceiling tiles. "Vulpix, Pancham? Any ideas?" Vulpix turned her nose up with a huff and Pancham just shrugged. Right. I already called their feelings.

"Well I guess I'll ask Ribombee. She got her evolution off of her so maybe she'll have a different opinion." Right as I said that a loud thump shocked us all. We turned to the window to see Ribombee plastered against the glass. Her breasts and face pressed firmly against the clear surface. Zubat flapped midair behind her with her own shocked face.

"Beeeee…" Ribombee groaned as she slowly peeled off the window like a cartoon. Zubat tucked her wings to drop and catch her flying buddy.

"Maybe after we do some training on her air brakes…"

Chansey

Height: 4'8"

Weight: 165 lbs (and in all the right places…)

Hair color: Pink

Eye color: Blue

Bust: G (for Got damn!)

Defining Features: Those tits, that ass, them thighs, the hips and belly? Oh she's just so….mmmmm (Normally I might change Rotom's entries if their too horny but honestly…I agree), the average Chansey can only lift a little over 300lbs which makes them ideal for nursing. However this just makes me question what the hell was Brock feeding his Happiny?