After settling the thoroughly satisfied Skitty into her bed, Wade returned to the kitchen.
Tonight's dinner and Pokémon food wouldn't prepare themselves—
"Master~ Do you need help?"
A small figure materialized in the doorway, peeking around the frame with barely contained curiosity.
Cherry-pink twin tails cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, lovely face. Amber eyes shimmered with eager light, tracking every ingredient on the counter.
Wade's gaze drifted downward. A cherry-pink spaghetti strap dress clung to her graceful, plump form—though "clung" might be generous. The thin strap on one shoulder had slipped half an inch during her stealthy approach, revealing a sweep of porcelain-white skin. The hem barely grazed her upper thighs; any significant movement would surely expose the plush, peach-like curves beneath.
He made himself look away.
Focus. Cooking.
"Alright, Tinkaton. Come help."
He reached out and ruffled the restless little one's hair, smiling at her immediate brightening expression.
Now that Tinkaton had joined them, the farm boasted three pink-haired Pokémon Girls. Their similarities ended at hair color.
One was the natural airhead Miltank Loli, blessed with an absurdly generous figure and a disposition as sweet as fresh cream.
Another was the playful cat girl Skitty, whose fluffy ears and melodic voice could charm anyone out of anything.
And Tinkaton? A violent loli with cherry-pink twin tails, a hammer larger than herself, and enough energy to power the entire farm.
Each of them, the Trainer reflected, was precious in her own way.
"Tonight," he announced, watching the twin-tailed loli examine the ingredients with intense focus, "we're making Poké Puffs."
Unlike the Pokéblocks and Poffins he'd prepared before, Poké Puffs relied on eggs, flour, formula milk, and carefully measured berries. Their primary effect was increasing a Pokémon's friendliness toward its Trainer. Friendliness, like beauty, could trigger evolution once it reached certain thresholds—Pichu into Pikachu, Golbat into Crobat, and so many more.
"Tinkaton. Your first job: crush these berries."
"Okay!"
She snatched up—
Wade blinked.
She'd produced her massive iron hammer from somewhere behind her back. The thing was nearly as tall as he was, its head gleaming dully in the kitchen light. She raised it with obvious glee, preparing to smash the dozens of berries lined up on the counter.
Ah. Right. Even gijinka-form, the weapon remains.
He caught her eager wrist just in time.
"In a bowl," he said gently. "With this." He pressed the proper tools into her hands—a modest mortar and pestle, utterly unthreatening. "Otherwise, your hammer will demolish the entire kitchen. And us with it."
"O-oh..."
"Don't rush." He positioned himself beside her, watching as she adjusted to the unfamiliar lightness of the pestle. It wobbled. Nearly tipped the bowl. "Feel the point of force. The timing. Focus on controlling your strength. This is training, too."
It was true. For all her raw power, Tinkaton's control was... developing. She could wield the great hammer with devastating precision in battle, but delicate operations? Those escaped her. Without finer control, she'd struggle in future battles—and in daily life.
"Mm... okay!"
The twin-tailed loli took a deep breath. Her small brow furrowed with concentration. The pestle trembled in her grip—then steadied. She began to pound, gently, experimentally.
At first, the light implement fought her. Years of muscle memory screamed for the familiar weight of her hammer. The pestle slipped, wobbled, nearly flew from her fingers.
But slowly—almost imperceptibly—something shifted.
Her focus deepened. She stopped fighting the lightness and began to feel it. The strength in her body, instead of exploding outward, gathered inward, concentrated into that single point of contact.
The berries began to yield. Juice pooled in the mortar.
Wade watched, satisfaction warming his chest.
Good girl.
Leaving her to her practice, he turned to his own work. The first step in proper Poké Puffs: egg yolk batter.
"Big brother~ The eggs are all beaten!"
Rosa materialized at his elbow, a bowl of perfectly mixed egg liquid in her hands. Her smile was sunshine itself, those pure yet somehow knowing eyes crinkling into happy crescents.
"Perfect. You'll get your reward tonight."
He pinched her rosy, snow-soft cheek, just to watch her blush.
Then he took the eggs, sifted in a bag of low-gluten flour, and stirred with practiced ease. The batter came together smoothly, waiting only for the final touch—
Tinkaton presented her mortar with solemn pride. Berry juice, perfectly crushed.
Just right.
The egg yolk batter transformed, taking on the soft azure hue of crushed Oran Berries.
"Alright. Last step: into the pan."
Without a microwave in the cabin, Wade resorted to a more rustic method. He funneled the batter into a fresh-keeping bag, snipped a small corner, and prepared to pipe the Poké Puffs directly into the heated pan.
His hand reached for the stove cover—
"Nai!"
A Pokémon erupted from within.
Wade blinked.
A small, cream-colored creature perched on the edge of the stove, trembling with barely contained fury. She looked like a living dessert—whipped cream and berries given form and attitude.
Is this... Alcremie?
The system panel materialized before his eyes:
[Alcremie]
Type: Fairy
Level: 10
Gender: Female
Ability: Aroma Veil
Moves: Decorate, Sweet Kiss, Sweet Scent, Aromatic Mist, Charm
Egg Moves: Baby-Doll Eyes
Alcremie did not wish to relive this traumatic experience.
She had tracked the mushroom thief to this very cabin. She had bravely scaled the window. She had infiltrated the enemy's lair.
And then—disaster.
One misstep. One careless, tragic misstep. And she had plummeted into this bottomless pit of a stove.
Worse still: the half-closed cover, disturbed by her fall, had slid shut with a terrible clang.
For thirty agonizing minutes, Alcremie had glared up at that unyielding iron barrier. She deployed her most powerful weapon—Baby-Doll Eyes! The move that always struck first, that lowered the target's Attack with sheer, adorable intensity!
She stared. And stared. And stared.
The iron cover remained unmoved. Unimpressed. Unfair.
Her mind had begun to go numb, floating somewhere between despair and a burning desire for vengeance, when—
Light.
Fresh air.
Freedom.
She burst from the stove like cream from a punctured pastry, righteous fury blazing in her tiny heart.
"Nai!"
I've caught you, you filthy mushroom thieves! Face my—
The word "wrath" died unspoken.
She took in the scene.
A black-haired youth, watching her with mild curiosity. A graceful Gardevoir, head tilted elegantly to one side. A voluptuous Mienshao, leaning against the doorframe with an amused, predatory smile.
More of them. Bigger than her. Stronger than her.
"Nai... Nai..."
Her tiny mind raced through the calculations. Enemy numbers: at least three, possibly more. Enemy strength: significant. Ally numbers: one. Ally strength: tiny. Ally moveset: zero offensive options.
...This is bad.
The righteous fury drained from her face, replaced by the dawning, horrified realization of someone who had just sprinted headfirst into a trap of her own making.
She was the one who got caught.
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